by Esteban Shimpf
The only reason I write is because it is an easy way to walk into my own unknown.
I use a typewriter because you cannot edit and because you cannot delete. There is no looking back and the only option is to keep writing. It takes a certain amount of bravery for me to use a typewriter because I cannot predict what I am going to say. Sometimes the things I write frighten me, sometimes they make me sad, on some occasions I have even convinced myself of having been in love with strangers. When I write I don’t have a plan or an object, I only have an inclination. The inclination is to see the mystery of the subject reveal itself. It’s exciting. When the writing is good it becomes clear that I am only a messenger. When I read what I have written it feels like it is the first time I’ve heard any of it despite that I am aware of having written all of it. It’s like showing up to a party where you know everyone’s name yet have never seen any of their faces.
Esteban Schimpf (b. Bogotá, Colombia, 1986) is an artist that lives and works in Los Angeles, where he occupies his time reading and loitering on the internet.