Intro to Seven Days
Twelve Months
&
A Year
Seven Days, Twelve Months, and a Year takes place in New York City where I met a Brazilian artist in 2018 via a dating site. We had already met a year before at Cubbyhole where upon our introduction; I got an intense feeling of already knowing them. Black came across as a serious Casanova who would most likely rip your heart out to add to their torn heart collection. A collection that included their own heart at the top center of the display. Nevertheless, they were Brazilian like me, and a unique artist. This drove my curiosity towards wanting to meet them, so we scheduled a date.
Three days before our date I had a dream. A dream with Black! We were at Central Park, playing like two children, holding hands, running and then sitting around on the benches to catch our breath. At the end of the dream, while sitting under my favorite pink magnolia tree and staring into each other's eyes, it was revealed to me by an angel that Black was the one and that I would know this once I looked deep into their eyes. I almost had a heart attack when I woke up. HELL NO! Not the Casanova! I arrived at the restaurant where we planned to meet, a few minutes late as usual, as not to show much interest on the date. I never have a first date at a restaurant because it makes me feel trapped. Nevertheless, this was supposed to be a let's become friends date, so I should have felt more at ease.
Yet, something changed; now I had the dream in my head. What if it was true? What if I did feel they are the one once I looked in their eyes? Not a chance! I had a plan, and if I kept my eyes away and did not look into their eyes I would be safe, I would not have to figure out if the dream was true.
We had a fantastic dinner and I greatly enjoyed their company. We then decided to go out dancing. I kept my eyes from theirs all night, until; they placed their hands on my hips. In that moment, I looked in their eyes. A quick, instinctive reflex, that left me no time for questioning the action. As our eyes met, all I saw was a bright light in the darkness of the dance floor. Two stars looking at me from their unfathomable brown eyes. I recalled the same previous feeling of knowing them, but this time the feeling came accompanied with millions of butterflies crushing and twisting in my stomach. I was hit by the lightning that came from their touch. All I could do was smile. A welcome back sort of smile. I knew at that moment they were going to get the trophy they were after. I placed my heart on a silver plate. They didn’t take it. Instead, they slowly played with it. A grim fate was inevitable. In awe, I stayed, observing the intermezzos of mauling and soothing on my soul, wondering when it would end. I didn’t have the strength to run or defend myself. My frustration, love and pain gave birth to this collection.