The other day I heard on a podcast that " luck as such doesn't exist, but it works as if it did " (Julio Muñoz, "Rancio").

Today, the pen I was using to write in my planner ran out of ink, and I had to go get another one. I stumbled upon one of my "lucky pens." And I realized the power of the magical object . At certain moments in my life when I've loved, I've been given or given a pen, which has accompanied me for a long time and served to materialize ideas, thoughts, projects, notes, messages to other people, small drawings... I decided to grant those pens their magic, and it seems to me that their ink is infinite. When I use them again, they take me back to the moment, to the places and people who were with me then. And I feel that the power that transported me then also reaches me now.

I decided to write with one of these pens, which I've had with me for four years and writes in blue ink. It's nothing elegant, but it's magical. And I feel the power that permeates my thoughts, permeating the paper.

The power of the magical in objects has accompanied us throughout human history. It has continued in the arts, in the various avant-garde movements (especially in the " object trouvé " and the " ready-made "), and is still present today.

That power can be generated from the creator of the object to the one who finds or receives it.

Deposit symbolism, give up intention.

The object becomes magical the first moment we perceive it as such.