/ 10 LAST MINUTES AS CHILD
Personal project / 2008
Digital photography
This photographic narrative is about a girl who watched her father commit suicide when she was a little girl and about her life in her house flooded by tears. The photographs talk about her ten last minutes as child and how her house suddenly stopped crying by the emergence of a new person in her life. This story is inspired in the oedipus complex written by Freud.
~ Ela não sabia ainda o que era perder alguém, quando ele se largou dali. Segurou-se às memórias e à mala por fechar, para onde, bem pequena se mudou.
O estuque cedeu ao húmido das lágrimas e fez-se chuva em choro na casa que a viu nascer, e a mala do pai fez de barco numa solidão que parecia não ter fim.
A máscara cobriu-lhe o corpo e deu-lhe a casca para respirar entre a tristeza e o som das gotas-lágrimas. Não tivesse a casa as cores, fosse a casa uma fonte de sepia e bordados intermináveis, e a criança não saberia sorrir. O carinho que as cores primárias tinham pela menina que vestia vermelho suportou o peso dos anos, mantendo a cor vibrante. Mas lá fora há mundo e há acasos que nos puxam para o jardim. O vidro embacia, sabe-se. E se não se massaja o coração, ele pára. Por isso, a menina também saía de casa.
Cá fora, sem a máscara, vê-se um rosto inteiro, talvez um pouco marcado pela infância, mas com a pele clara, ainda por pintar.
Na cozinha, a criança subitamente se vê uma mulher, como ele a vê. E como todas as fendas que há num corpo são passíveis de sarar, também todas as rachas de uma parede se tapam e se pintam por cima.
Texto: João Mariano
/ OH SAILOR!
Personal project / 2009
Digital photography
The concept that lies behind this project is based on the idea that all sailors have a different lover in every city. I used the fish metaphor to illustrate this reality. The fish are representative of their fleeting lovers.
This photographs were used to promote Gerry Laundery´s new album, “Affairs with my washing”.
/ BLOW
Personal project / 2008
Young Creatives Award [Portugal] / 2008
9 x [5o0 x 5o0 mm] / Digital photography
This work depicts what is increasingly the society in which we live. In this little photographic narrative, the main character is a serious man and like all serious men he lives for his work. Strangely, he is wearing a mask of a fox as the symbol of vanity and greed.
The setting for this story was chosen in the hope that the fox would feel at home and could flee, so leaving the poor man in peace. And that was how everything began... when, at a given moment, the first and great half of the man, already with its leaves piled up and ready to begin its Spring work, noticed the flight of its unbelievable other animal half. From one moment to the next, he was free and it hadn´t been all that difficult. In a trice, he threw everything up in the air, and his leaves turned into much loved music scores. From his briefcase, he took out and instrument that the wind helped to blow, and his monotonous work became music, rhythm and melody. On that day, this man, no longer half fox, filled the air with colour and joined and enormous red dot to the sky. Red dot, point of departure, blood-coloured dot, dot the colour of life.
Personal project / 2008
Digital photography
This photographic narrative is about a girl who watched her father commit suicide when she was a little girl and about her life in her house flooded by tears. The photographs talk about her ten last minutes as child and how her house suddenly stopped crying by the emergence of a new person in her life. This story is inspired in the oedipus complex written by Freud.
~ Ela não sabia ainda o que era perder alguém, quando ele se largou dali. Segurou-se às memórias e à mala por fechar, para onde, bem pequena se mudou.
O estuque cedeu ao húmido das lágrimas e fez-se chuva em choro na casa que a viu nascer, e a mala do pai fez de barco numa solidão que parecia não ter fim.
A máscara cobriu-lhe o corpo e deu-lhe a casca para respirar entre a tristeza e o som das gotas-lágrimas. Não tivesse a casa as cores, fosse a casa uma fonte de sepia e bordados intermináveis, e a criança não saberia sorrir. O carinho que as cores primárias tinham pela menina que vestia vermelho suportou o peso dos anos, mantendo a cor vibrante. Mas lá fora há mundo e há acasos que nos puxam para o jardim. O vidro embacia, sabe-se. E se não se massaja o coração, ele pára. Por isso, a menina também saía de casa.
Cá fora, sem a máscara, vê-se um rosto inteiro, talvez um pouco marcado pela infância, mas com a pele clara, ainda por pintar.
Na cozinha, a criança subitamente se vê uma mulher, como ele a vê. E como todas as fendas que há num corpo são passíveis de sarar, também todas as rachas de uma parede se tapam e se pintam por cima.
Texto: João Mariano
/ OH SAILOR!
Personal project / 2009
Digital photography
The concept that lies behind this project is based on the idea that all sailors have a different lover in every city. I used the fish metaphor to illustrate this reality. The fish are representative of their fleeting lovers.
This photographs were used to promote Gerry Laundery´s new album, “Affairs with my washing”.
/ BLOW
Personal project / 2008
Young Creatives Award [Portugal] / 2008
9 x [5o0 x 5o0 mm] / Digital photography
This work depicts what is increasingly the society in which we live. In this little photographic narrative, the main character is a serious man and like all serious men he lives for his work. Strangely, he is wearing a mask of a fox as the symbol of vanity and greed.
The setting for this story was chosen in the hope that the fox would feel at home and could flee, so leaving the poor man in peace. And that was how everything began... when, at a given moment, the first and great half of the man, already with its leaves piled up and ready to begin its Spring work, noticed the flight of its unbelievable other animal half. From one moment to the next, he was free and it hadn´t been all that difficult. In a trice, he threw everything up in the air, and his leaves turned into much loved music scores. From his briefcase, he took out and instrument that the wind helped to blow, and his monotonous work became music, rhythm and melody. On that day, this man, no longer half fox, filled the air with colour and joined and enormous red dot to the sky. Red dot, point of departure, blood-coloured dot, dot the colour of life.