portrait 2007

portrait 2007

by the sea escape, escape...

 
 

 
The book is a mysterious object. Reading a book is at the same time a dual action: demystify but also profane that mystery. Readers (and I am a devoted one) do not simply assimilate, but they readjust, rewrite, and reconstruct texts and meanings. During the process they leave visible traces of their travelling through the book, such as notes, underlines, book marks, folded pages, stains, finger prints ... accumulated memories. At the end, the book will be a different object, personal marks were superimposed on the original. This moment in which the book becomes personal property and will carry forever time-impressions, was my departure point and subject of investigation. Working with second hand book copies, I dismantle them reassembling  the total amount of fragments constructing a new object.

(card box, sea salt, dry fish, text, thread)1999
 



 

ODDNESS 03

She lived in exile. She had the feeling that either she could die or become deathless. In the dictionary exile is the absence of one’s country, prolonged and usually enforced. Her time for conceiving had passed. Her exile was a perpetual absence of one’s self. She was literally melting away slowly. The long hair dripping blackness concealed the eyes. It was a layer between her and the rest, like some kind of second skin protecting and isolating both the world from her and her from reality. Each past memory would be slowly wrapped tight until it got meaningless, fictional fact; a detached and empty presence. Like a growing dark wig the present time would gradually take over… And she let it happen...

 
 





 
 
 

A MOSCA EM PARIS


 
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