“A red horizon, I burn, I am a ruthless red bird, a storm of flames that flutters apart, doomed to dance for eternity, an orange spirit of the hot air of the land of fire, of the floorless ground, of the illusory surface. My lonely grave is my flames, which make me reborn with the cupid kiss, the sweet deadly gas of Venus.

Excerpt from the book: “The Bird of Fire” by Thiago Cóstackz




Work: “Venus Boy”
Performance and Body Art: Thiago Cóstackz
Photo: Lienio Medeiros and Creative Images.