Estar no caminho implica obrigatoriamente a arte de ir ou ficar. Dar um destino a si mesmo é inevitável e, seja ele qual for, carregará em si o peso de que é apenas através de nós que caminhamos. Nós e a estrada, nós e aquilo que escolhemos (ou não) carregar, nós e quem caminha ao nosso lado, nós e quem nos atravessa, nós e quem atravessamos. E para além do ritmo, velocidade ou direção, importa que nesta jornada eu destino-me, tu destinas-te e ele destina-se. Que esta decisão seja pessoal e intransferível.
Suddenly everything is out of place. Time and space have gained another dimension, and at this moment, no route makes much sense. However, even without seeing the destination, the desire is to keep going. Regardless of the disorder, life needs to flow, off the rails but within the path that guides the heart.
Nature and its flair. It designs and redesigns itself. With its sinuous shapes, protrusions, and indentations. Balancing the concave and the convex. Textures, cracks. And the relief that elevates the beauty of erosion to reveal itself even more beautiful.
Petals. Sepals. Calyx.
Delicacy.
Rest. Sustenance. Shelter.
Resists.
Reproduces. Begins again. Multiplies.
Silence and light are a dance of emotions in a dark room. A symphony that not everyone can hear. It requires turning inward, silencing the world, and casting light into the deepest inner self to perhaps glimpse a shadow. It’s not about what is revealed, but what one wants to hide.
The city lights draw a seductive path that often leads to solitary places. The city and its crowds place us within ourselves, us, alone. The city and its cloudy days need solar hearts. Suns. Are you suns? The city calls for a flame that never extinguishes. A body that never sleeps. A life that keeps pulsating. The lights say it is possible. Ignite or ascend.
Travessia emerges from restlessness, discomfort, and the desire to overcome barriers and reach new landscapes. Above all, it is born out of a genuine longing to go beyond what is seen, as it intends not only to cross but to dive, to delve as deep as one can reach, freeing oneself from constraints and flowing with the tide.
We live in a time where everything suddenly became absence. All places, desolate. Unable to feature in any landscape, we observe from afar the ruins and debris as remnants of what once existed and at the same time a foundation to rebuild what remains of us.
Stop. Notice. Rest your gaze. Calm your soul. Renew your mind. Rethink life. Start again. But not without resting first.
This series was born out of a feeling of suffocation triggered during the 2020 pandemic. Suddenly, it was no longer safe to venture beyond the memories of what had been experienced. In an attempt to stay alive, we closed ourselves off. Meanwhile, life seemingly suspended, questioned: Is there life inside here, or is it only possible out there?