All Islands Are Mountains (2021 – ongoing)
We are leaving faster, travelling faster, arriving faster, and along the way, we have no time to understand what we are slowly losing. If all trips are made on comfortable shortcuts, what will happen to the question posed out of discomfort? This project consists of slowly looking at the island, sometimes spending hours looking at a place, or visiting it 10 times, until the moment the photograph is taken.
My House is a Parking Lot (2021 – ongoing)
For 25 years, I looked at the stars from a cement terrace on this very spot. Today, the cold cement on my back at dawn has turned into a tarred concrete parking lot at my feet, and what used to be my grandparents’ house, where the nights were dark and the sky was closer, turned into a viaduct supporting a kind of highway with secondary road traffic, which skips the valleys and pierces the mountains of the high mountains of the Madeiran capital, as if avoiding submitting to the curves of reason and values other than those of concrete.
Icebergs (2021 – ongoing)
Icebergs are large freshwater bodies that have broken off a glacier and have gone floating in the open sea.
Some people are like Icebergs.
They’re my favorite kind of people.
Previous published essays and exhibits:
Under a Storm
Perspectiva e circunstância
O Natal é um estacionamento vazio