1 city and 1 slide film in my pocket

with the collaboration of Stansted Airport's x-ray!

Fulham 





This house had this singular handwritten wooden plaque by the door saying REFLEXOLOGY, so I rang the bell and met Mr. Reflexology who had just got rid off some stuff he didn't need anymore, plates, cups, etc., leaving them for those who want to pick them up, carefully positioned over the wall. He seemed a calm person. I asked him if I could take a portrait and he asked me what was it for, I told him I would just like to have his portrait and he agreed, pulled off his small comb from his pocket and adjusted himself. We said goodbye but didn't said our names.

Days after I was holding the camera in the street and noticed this woman walking and smiling towards me, so she asked me if I was doing some lomography. I had this beautiful heavy camera in my hands and told her I wasn't. So this is the portrait of the smiling Ati, Indonesian, who after the picture was leaving in a rush as I asked her name, she likes lomography but doesn't make it anymore.


Hyde Park
SLADE, UCL


City







Bela


And this is what was in my ears:
Greek statue, British Museum, 20.Jan.14
self, workplace, 27.Jan.14

Obsessed with being, and forgetful of the perspectivism of my experience, I henceforth treat it as an object and deduce it from a relationship between objects. I regard my body, which is my point of view upon the world, as one of the objects of that world. My recent awareness of my gaze as a means of knowledge I now repress, and treat my eyes as bits of matter. They then take their place in the same objective space in which I am trying to situate the external object and I believe that I am producing the perceived perspective by the projection of the objects on my retina. In the same way I treat my own perceptual history as a result of my relationships with the objective world; my present, which is my point of view on time, becomes one moment of time among all the others, my duration a reflection or abstract aspect of universal time, as my body is a mode of objective space.”  

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, 'Phenomenology of Perception'

O mundo está todos os dias preparado para o teu desaparecimento.




«the life of a wild animal becomes an ideal, an ideal internalised as a feeling surrounding a repressed desire. The image of a wild animal becomes the starting-point of a daydream: a point from which the day-dreamer departs with his back turned.»

John Berger, ' Why Look at Animals?"

Oct.8 2013

walking with the tides
is: to stay still and let the tides walk for you.


(I am multiple - self portraits in the dusk #4) 2012


ocupar um espaço, antes que seja tarde para o fazer, tornar a ser, antes de sucumbir ao espaço nenhum, antes do logaritmo, antes, antes de tudo.
 
Aug. 2013


Momento incerto, onde as referências emergem e se atropelam (claramente em mente se tem Zabriskie Point de um lado e Bill Brandt do outro, quando a experiência nos assoma). Por um lado a consternação, a confluência das matérias para um ponto, por outro a sua relação material com as demais. Consternação e confluência anunciam a aflição e a ferida, ponto de rasgo material onde tudo o que nele se concentrou lhe abriu agora um espaço. Tal como Cioran, acredito que se prepara o que se cria como quem comete um crime ponderado, «em ambos os casos, o que sobressai é a vontade de ferir.». Não sei porém qualificar essa vontade tal qual como um malefício criminoso, mas que em todo o caso a humanidade o contém nos seus actos, isso é um facto.