Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

27.11.2016

09.2013

Assim, esquecida da ingenuidade, seria ainda possível usar os olhos da criança.          



figures of relation

the readymade, april 2016

like one of another, the mirror without end, eyes into eyes, mine into yours into mine again, the figure has arrived quite before it was staged in front of them.
the readymade, hoped to be found was found and became itself
now that it is, we breathe relieved.

27.09.2015

COMPOSTELA



«In order to know a homeland, a nation, it is not enough to know her soul… it is necessary also to know her countryside, her soil, her land.» 
Emilia Pardo Bázan, in "Spanish Women Travelers at Home and Abroad, 1850-1920"




                      Tal com'as nubes

                      Qu'impele o vento,

                      Y agora asombran, y agora alegran 
                      Os espaços inmensos d'o ceo,
                      Así as ideas 
                      Loucas qu'eu teño
                      As imaxes de multiples formas

                      D'estranas feituras, de cores incertos, 
                      Agora asombran,

                      Agora acraran,

                      O fondo sin fondo d'o meu pensamento.

Vaguedas III, Follas Novas, Rosalía de Castro, 1880




«—Y tú, ¿qué hiciste, gallego? -preguntaron, irónicos, al ver que el soldadito escuchaba sin despegar los labios.
—¿Yo? -respondió él, levantando la cabeza-. Yo..., ¡morrín en todas las batallas!»
"Sin querer", Cuentos de la Tierra, Emilia Pardo Bázan





Cantan os galos pra o día;
érguete, meu ben, e vaite.

¿Como me hei de ir si te quero?, Cantares Gallegos, Rosalía de Castro, 1863





27.04.2015

Lisboa, 2015
parcelas revoltas / 
Não possuímos nada, localizamo-nos, fixamo-nos, melancolizamo-nos, mas tudo permanece revolto e nós, parcelas revoltas, que no seu entrelaçar continuam a apontar para o azul.

11.11.2014

Joanna, the ballerina, resting as we talk, 2014

Uma razão do cinema, outra da fotografia, é esta, que me mantém em diálogo com ambos.

«O gesto não é um elemento absolutamente não linguístico, mas algo que mantém com a linguagem uma relação mais íntima e, sobretudo, uma força que opera na própria língua, mais antiga e originária do que a expressão conceptual: gesto linguístico (Sprachegebärde)» 

Giorgio Agamben, 'A potência do pensamento'

21.09.2014

hunting butterflies, studies of gesture, 2014


«he practices a cult with the moths and butterflies that fly into his room at night. he speaks to them for hours. He calls them his little soul animals (seelentierchen) and tells them about his suffering...»

Philippe-Alain Michaud, 'Aby Warburg and the Image in Motion'



03.08.2014

intimate nudes, 2014


«Não é a lassitude que põe termo ao amor, ou antes, esta lassitude nasce da impaciência, da impaciência dos corpos que se sabem condenados e que gostariam de viver, que gostariam, no lapso de tempo que lhes cabe, de não deixar escapar nenhuma ocasião, de não deixar escapar nenhuma possibilidade, que gostariam de utilizar ao máximo este tempo de vida limitado, em declínio, medíocre, que é o seu, e que portanto não conseguem amar quem quer que seja, pois todos os outros lhes parecem limitados, em declínio, medíocres.»

Michel Houellebecq, 'A Possibilidade de uma Ilha'

19.07.2014

Being at a distance
look up to the pathway.
This field of presence
is in the way
between the interval of trees,
between the trees.




Ernst and trees, BCN 2010
our pathway
Marga before haircut



25.06.2014


«O esquema cromático é azul e branco» leio do livro que tens nas mãos, do qual me citas uma passagem enquanto metidos nas áleas mais verdes da cidade. Falas dos ouvintes, da língua, da escrita. 

Les Calanques, Cassis, 2010

ballet class, Feb. 2014

Everyday, looking for the structure of gesture.



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: