Tuesday, April 25, 2017

25th April - 2017 and a revolution in Portugal - A professional card



Today in my country is a date that stands up for freedom of speech when a revolution happened in 25th April 1974 against fascism.
 I was only a baby  when this revolution started without any kind of weapons by Portuguese common people.
 I've decided to make in this date some beautiful professional cards with design by the excellent Argentine artist mister ED with a drawing by him of my kitty Ilvie on it, that represents the work that I've did or that I'm doing at this concept/blogue, because I think that I'm not only a fan of arts,books, exhibitions or comics but I'm also a professional, since 2010 until now.
 I've organized a comic book festival in Porto in 2010 named MAB with excellent artists in it with a small team and a partner that can be seen in previous posts, 

 I've curated several exhibitions all over the world with the help of several international artists with the concept/idea - Invicta Indie Arts that was created by myself and a partner and that also can be seen at previous posts at this same blogue.
 I've wrote several texts and curated several exhibitions for Beja international comic book festival and even helped organizing some books for publishing portuguese company Gfloy and even some books at Levoir.
 I've interviewed several well known international artists from all over the world and started thinking on organizing some comic books collections to a seattle based publishing company called Fantagraphics as consultant editor which I did and I'm still doing, (this can also be seen in previous posts),
 Please stay tuned for more info about some news that are going to happen in the near future.  
     Thanks to all excellent artists from all over the world that support some of my ideas with their works that I try to exhibit it all over the world,
 Special thanks to Argentine artist Mister ED for the design of the card, to Gary Groth for his trust in me, to Patricia Breccia as the amazing artist and human being that she's, to Daniel Castro for supporting my ideas and to my kitty Ilvie that's always in my dreams.




Front of my professional card 
Back of my professional card 


Cards displayed at a coffeeshop in Porto

Sample of the card 



Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Um inferno florido num contínuo renascimento da alma

O coração bate e bate....
A alma vai sendo desmembrada..
Fumo um cigarro e não olho para o relógio...
Procuro o meu tigre...
Procuro a minha gata...

A fantástica Ilvie desenhada pelo artista argentino mister ED.



Num qualquer oceano esquecido, imagino um vento que me sussurra algo ao ouvido...
Penso no filme "o estranho mundo de jack" de Tim Burton...
Imagino o terror do deus morfeu e de como baloiça os sonhos e os pesadelos nas suas mãos enquanto vai agarrando areia que encontra numa qualquer praia...
Observo com exactidão, um lugar para onde suspiro...
Não penso muito, sou desgarrado...
Olho para todos os lados e toda a gente parece que vai a correr em direção a um precipicio, sempre a olhar para as horas, enquanto eu caminho calmo com os meus sentimentos e as minhas recordações numa caixa toráxica que vai sendo amassada com fumo inalado para os meus pulmões...
Falam-me de uma personagem de banda desenhada chamada Valentina e de trabalho e trabalho, como se as ideias surgissem do nada...




Por vezes sinto-me cansado, outras meio abandonado á sua sorte e enquanto percorro as ruas da cidade que me viu nascer e na qual irei provavelmente falecer, vou olhando para todo o lado...

Na igreja da Sé do Porto




Sinto o meu coração arrancado, sinto algo que bate e bate como um relógio suíço.
Por vezes recordo-me das minhas memórias e de um tigre em cima de uma mera televisão ou de como as minhas gatas corriam, comiam e miavam enquanto me olhavam olhos nos olhos..


A minha primeira gatinha Jacky junto a um tigre de peluche


As minhas fantásticas gatas : Jacky, Maya e Nuala




A minha fantástica gata pimpolha 



Falam-me de muito coisa ao mesmo tempo e vou agindo por instinto num mundo capitalista e egoísta que não quero entender.
- Um falso desequilíbrio, poderá ser todo o equilíbrio que irás ter na tua vida.
Alguém me diz isto.
 Continuo a caminhar sem destino, sem pensamento e com alguma emoção.
 Trabalho e trabalho e trabalho, sem saber muito bem para quê ou para quem.
 Continuam a falar-me de princípios, valores, sentimentos enquanto eu vou escutando e tentando construir o puzzle de 20.000 peças que está na minha mente.
 Tenho 43 anos e não enterro nada ou ninguém nas minhas memórias ou recordações, pois tento ter um discurso directo e introspectivo para mim mesmo.
 Alguém comunica comigo acerca da vida enquanto vou tentando retirar fantasmas do meu armário.
 Olho para a minha comida e por vezes o sabor da mesma é indigesto, outras tem o sabor de todos os paladares do mundo.
 Olho para as minhas sobrinhas ou para fotos da minha família e dos meus amigos e parecem-me somente dispositivos do puzzle que tento construir no meu coração e mente.
 Vislumbro o rio douro e a ponte D. Luis na Invicta enquanto murmuro algo para as suas águas.
 Lembro-me de frases como : "Descobre o tigre que há em ti" ou "Tu és mais forte que o super-homem" 
 Recordo-me de vários momentos em que me pediram a minha semente num claro objectivo de ter filhos...
 Esqueço-me de muita coisa... Imagens, pessoas, caras, corpos que ficam deformados ou alinhavados com o tempo...
 Olho para o relógio... Observo uma ampulheta...
 Com alguma destreza vou observando o meu telemóvel que fica sem comunicação (como se de uma mera pedra se tratasse).
 Continuo sem pensar enquanto olho para o mar numa mera tentativa de com a mente o abraçar.
 Toco no meu rosto, toco na minha cabeça que explode e explode e explode.
 Só caminho num qualquer percurso complicado de fazer, onde por vezes me sinto como uma mosca apanhada numa teia de aranha.
 Vou imaginando livros na minha cabeça por mim organizados no meio do caos, só com a ajuda de papéis e um mero IPad.




 Penso em quadros alinhavados em exposições contemplativas pelo mundo fora que alguém poderá apreciar.
 Vou continuando a pensar na metamorfose de corpos numa narrativa nunca perdida ou esquecida.
 Vícios, hábitos, rotinas vão me sendo constantemente sonegados como se eu estivesse a fazer um mero papel numa peça de teatro onde os figurantes valem muito mais que os actores principais.
 Olho para o sorriso da minha sobrinha mais nova e de como adora organizar os meus livros.
 Continuo a olhar fixamente para uma foto emoldurada da minha gatinha Ilvie e por vezes sinto-me perdido e outras nas quais vou-me encontrando e outras em que me sinto esquecido.
 Vou esquecendo as palavras, música, livros, arte contemplativa ou mesmo pessoas enquanto olho para uma mera televisão onde passa um jogo de futebol.
 Tomo um café, fumo um cigarro, como algo, caminho sem destino como se fosse uma mera marioneta movida por alguém.

Com a minha gatinha Jacky ainda bébé 


 Não penso, logo sonho, dizem-me que não existo, logo persisto.
 Encadeio palavras e palavras misturadas com imagens no tal puzzle de 20.000 peças que estou a construir lentamente.
 Escuto sons, tento ser movido pelo olfacto, pela visão, pelo tacto.
 O meu coração continua a bater lentamente enquanto vislumbro árvores nuas com raízes estendidas no solo.
 Olho para uma mera t-shirt e vejo a minha gatinha Ilvie com um desenho incrível do artista argentino mister ED.


T-shirt com desenho da minha gatinha Ilvie pelo artista argentino mister ED 


 Carrego numa mochila dois livros que tenho medo de ler, pois as suas narrativas podem destruir o meu sonho de construir o quadro gigantesco com 20.000 peças que estou a construir.
 Dizem-me para ir para outro sítio, outro ponto deste planeta azul e respirar um tipo de oxigénio diferente.
 Continuo a olhar para o relógio, continuo a olhar para uma mera foto emoldurada, continuo a ver papéis que escrevi e escrevi ao longo da minha existência.
 Não penso na minha identidade, não reajo quando me dizem coisas que não entendo, mas penso para mim mesmo qual seria a minha reacção num local diferente onde tentam me ameaçar com algo que desconheço.
 Vou pensando num livro com páginas arrancadas, colocadas dentro de garrafas e lançadas ao mar e o coração continua a bater e bater enquanto tento imaginar o que irei fazer.

 Para a minha gatinha Ilvie 


Manuel Espírito Santo

Saturday, March 11, 2017

A feeling called life, a feeling called love - A happy birthday to aprincess - Identity exhibition


A life together 

I clearly remember being lost in 1991 
I clearly remember finding you in 1992 
I clearly remember the perfume that you wore and the clothes that you were wearing.
I clearly remember how we danced gazing into each other eyes and hearts like the end of the world was approaching.
I was shouting at a Depeche Mode concert in 1993 in Porto and you were in my heart.
I was yelling at a Einsturzende Neubauten concert in 1993 in Lisbon and you were in my soul.
I was living in a room in 1993 and I clearly remember how you shared your bread with me every single day in a magical garden in Porto.
I was living for you and you were living for me.
It was you who gave me the strength when I couldn't understand how to work with a PC in 1992.
It was you who told me that I could be a leader of men when I was only a teenager while working with international brands such as Robert Bosch, BMW, John Deere, Ikea and Donnay then.
It was you, who believed in me and helped me get the best degrees in an English and German exams in Portugal and it was you who went to the University and paid for my studies with our money in order for me to have an excellent scholarship and you were always in my mind and soul.
I remember when we first danced and looked into one another while a song named "so alive" was being played by Love & Rockets - the band.
I remember when we married at your birthday 11 March 1995 being myself your special present to you and that we had then our first kitty together in that same year in our own house named Jacky and that was pure and white as snow because of a cartoon that we both loved.
I remember when my grandma died and you imediately told me to take care of the dog that I gave her named Rozz for her company (and he was an amazing dog). 
I remember when we had our second kitty in 1997 named Nuala because of she being the keeper of Morpheus house in The Sandman comic book character created by british writer Neil Gaiman that we both personally met in 2004 and that we found starving and alone as a baby in Lisbon.
I remember when we had our third kitty Maya named after the hindu goddess of ilusion that was starving and almost dying near our house in 2000. 
I remember all your smiles..
All your heart and soul. 
All your jealousy. 
All my jealousy. 
All our memories together with writers, books, music, movies directors and lots of real life stories.
I clearly remember when you wanted me to have a driver's license in 1996 and you gathered our money to pay for it and you surprised me with it when my head was collapsing due to my grandmother that was everything to me named Luzia Faria was murdered (that is the name of one of my nieces from my brother Pedro can you even imagine this?)
I clearly remember that you were at my side when my grandpa Manuel Espírito Santo died.
Our love was true, honest and sincere.
We were everything one to the other: father, mother, lover, best friend, so who was I loving besides you? 
I remember that in 2000 my fragile body collapsed and I stayed in bed for more than 6 months and it was you who were there taking care of me.
I also remember being a bastard when I had my third nervous breakdown due to excess of work I n 2002.
I remember when we had our fourth kitty named Pimpolha in 2003.
I remember when we were loving the love that two dogs named Baltazar and Beatriz had one for the other and how you smiled at me or even when I was translating The nightmare before christmas by Tim Burton to Filipinha and playing with her after work every single day for years until midnight (she's a woman now) and also with her cousin Cátia. (That seems a model now)
I remember when I was on the verge of losing my life in 2000 at dawn without any kind of strength that I couldn't even move and that you jumped in front of a car in order for it to take us both to the hospital.
I remember your fragile body in the hospital in 2002 and 2003 and my head spinning and spinning without feeling any breath at all and I've felt my heart collapsing because of your life and health.
I remember how I loved you and how you loved me when we were divorcing ourselves in 2004 (I was asking for the divorce because of your health and I was total in love with you while saying that the divorce was better because of your own health and my heart was still burning and burning for you) while you were asking me for a baby child to have a forever a part of me with you forever.
I remember how you fought everyone that stood against me while I did the same to you.
You were my dream come true, you told me lots of times that I was everything to you and you were everything to me in my life, always side by side, no matter what.
Since 2004, after we divorced, I do fight with words (I think that I'm a fighter like you're) while communicating with my heart and soul to all human beings and animals all over the world.
Lots of times I remember our love, since we had an excellent love story, I remember when I've met another woman and after we split in 2007, she stole all our kitties: Jacky, Nuala, Maya and Pimpolinha.
 I shouted at the world, I yelled at the ocean, trying to find a sign from you.
 I remember listening to Mogwai's song "Mogwai fear Satan" then.
 I remember loving another woman when I was reciting a text about Porto that was the city that we both lived in and how lots of times you told me to do this with my own written words.
  I saw an abandoned kitty in the street in 2010 that I've brought to a home with another woman.
 Her name is Ilvie, can you imagine it? 
 We sang lots of times the song of Wickie and Ilvie during the 12 years that we were together from 1992 until 2004.
 So, she was part of me and part of my memories of you with this act, somebody stole me once again in June 2017 not only the kitty that I've brought from the streets in 2010 and that it's the being that I love most in the world, but also some memories of us and who we were.
 Some people tried to kill me, to steal me, to put me in jail because of lies that I've easily detected.
 I wasn't understanding a thing after this split, since I was only asking some pictures of my kitty Ilvie with me, my work, my personal documents and even important post due to health among other very important stuff, because of life as a couple with this person.
 I've fought with mind, heart and soul against several people like a tiger without words with a wound in my left foot that enabled me to walk.
 When people tell me that I'm weak, I do show them how strong I am with everything that you taught me since we met in 1992 while you were naming me your "little tiger" every single day when I was awakening to go to work with your soft voice that still echoes in my mind.
 I had to shout loud for the world to listen to this with the help of several excellent international artists that I've instantly comunicated with in several languages while thinking on you with your soul and spirit guiding me.
 I've continued shouting when somebody was telling lies about who I am (when you taught me a lot about life in bad times and you were my support in every single thing).
I instantly curated another exhibition with the help of more excellent international artists telling who I was, like you always told me to do while they were also gathering their memories and common people's memories aswell in an awesome coffeeshop at Porto named Boémia as observers with their own selfportraits, since I'm sure that they know more about life than myself.
 Today is your birthday princess and I don't know where or how you're.
 I don't know how our kitties that we brought from the streets together also are.
 I don't know how the kitty that I brought from the street named Ilvie is.
 But I do know one thing, that past, present and future always collide in my heart and soul lots of times with you on my mind and spirit.
 I know who you are to me.
 Probably you know who I am to you.
 But nothing else matters princess, since I'm pretty sure that you're smiling at the world and the world is smiling back at thee.
 I never forget our promise every single year.
 A simple whisper, a simple flower, a simple smile, a single spirit in a magical garden in Porto.
 Today is your day (you were born in Oliveira do Hospital near Coimbra in 1974) and you were always my guiding star, like I think that I was yours.
 Happy birthday wandering star and hope that life is filling your spirit, flesh, bones, heart and soul with the strength that I know that you've.
Just love and be loved in return and always "find the tiger within yourself" like you always told me to do it.
The world is mad, people confuse theirs and other people feelings, but our feelings toward one another were always true and we know that words always carry reality with simple messages like this opened letter that I'm writing to you.
Kisses from the bottom of my heart and I know that the strength that I've, it was given from you to me in a single special kind of energy that we always had when we were together.
Happy birthday sweet princess and you know that you're the most precious flower that life gave me.
Manuel Espírito Santo





Thursday, February 16, 2017

Opening of Identity exhibition at boémia caffe in Porto with a text

Opening of the exhibition with design of poster and text by Argentine artist Mister ED

 Some pictures of artworks by international artists with their selfportraits being prepared for this exhibition.


1st random picture by artists Dário Duarte from Portugal, Brian Biggs from U.S.A., Victor Puchalski and Dulce Escribano from Spain with their own self-portraits.
2nd random picture by artists Fer Calvi and Catriel Tallarico from Argentina, Nikodem Cabala from Poland, Paulo Pinto from Portugal, Joaquín Aldeguer from Spain, Bill Koeb from U.S.A. with their own self-portraits.

3rd random picture by artists Patricia BrecciaPato Delpeche, Mister ED and Colorada Majox
from Argentina, Nikodem Cabala from Poland andStefano Zattera with their own self-portraits.

4th random picture by artists Pedro EspinosaMaria M. ColuccelliJavier Gay Lorente, Santiago Sequeiros, Ruben Pellejero from Spain, Bartosz Jekiel from Poland with their own self-portraits.


5th random picture by artists Ewa Perlejewska and Magdalena Minko from Poland, Lars Erik Sjunnesson and Nicolas Krizan from Sweden, Brian Quinn from U.S.A and Eduardo Alvarado Sánchez-Cortés from Spain with their own self-portraits.


Video with British band Radiohead with their songs "how to disappear completely" and "Exit music for a Film" since I think that these songs capture the mood of this exhibition and me reciting the text that can be read after this video in Spanish since it seems that  some people don't understand me in my own country with some thoughts by myself based in books like "1984" from George Orwell, "Brave New World" from Aldous Huxley and even the magnificient Westworld tvseries from HBO  that I was watching while I was thinking on curating this exhibition.




Text about identity exhibition

Good afternoon friends and artists.
I'm speaking in Spanish, but I'm Portuguese, because it seems that in my country people don't understand my language.
 Like I've spoke and wrote in several videos and posts at invictaindiearts.blogspot.com (with Mourinho's words), I don't love prostitution, be it intellectual or not, but I don't judge those who like it.
I'm here at boémia caffe in Porto talking a bit about identity. I've had this idea when I started watching TV Series "Westworld" from HBO created by J.J. Abrahams, Jonathan Nolan, Lisa Joy and producer/writer Ed Brubaker that is well known in comic book industry and I do remember seeing and talking with him in Porto when he only had published his earliest comic books named "Detour" and "Lowlife" in the 90's at a comic book festival.
 This TV Series is amazing and touches a bit the particular theme of our identity.
 I remember seeing also at Facebook or in social networks with self-portraits by international artists as avatar on them.
 Sometimes, it seems that we live in a closed world, since I don't see or read direct communication in social networks (there are lots of people that only communicate with images, forgetting words that always were real important in the XXI century or any other century throughout world history).
I know that we live in a digital era and people are starving for fame in this same era.
I remember how this story began with social networks, since MIRC, Terravista, Hi5 (that was an extreme case where human being didn't knew where his emotions were and we could see in it loneliness everywhere in it), later came Facebook social revolution created by a person named Mark Zuckerberg that only wanted to see the life of his friends and mostly women that were part of his own memories, in order to fulfill his own ego.
 I think that it was in this supposed freedom/revolution that everything went wrong, people of today think that they have a greater power that the one that they had before this revolution/freedom came without any work, be them artists, pretty women, good people, actors, creators, politicians and even people related to a world dominating sport as soccer.
(We already have the newly elected American president Donald Trump that communicates through Twitter and only does a little bit of direct communication to American people).
 I thought that all this was merely a marketing busyness, but later I started seeing that people actually believe in this social networks, be them Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Whatsapp, Blogues, Smartphones and without all this, it seems that they're losing their identity.
 In my opinion, in life one must work, if a politician wants to communicate, must he communicate through Twitter? Of course that he can, but if someone asks him about something (and this is my personal opinion), he shouldn't have a speech like "Browse my Twitter if you want". 
 I started noticing also among people that I've met and know them personally telling me things like: 
"Have you seen what I've posted at Facebook?"
"Have you seen what I've did in instagram?"
"Have you seen the latest Tumblr or Flickr from me?"
"Do you've Whatsapp? We can communicate through it"
"Have you seen my blogue?" 
And all this without direct communicating with people as human beings with words (I'm not technophobic but this scares me a bit). 
 Sometimes people tell me that kids have in their own brain a real and a virtual world where they interact one with the other. 
 I think this to myself: 
"What's this? Are we mere machines or androids like science fiction writer Philip K. Dick mentioned in his books?" 
I remember other things that people tell me that are a little "sui generis" about technology like these examples:
"We don't need to have anything physical in today's world be it music, books or movies. We only need a hard drive disc and that's it" 
 This is a bit of nonsense that people tell us, because they want to earn tons of cash with physical objects and its marketing.
 We can see rich people that have lots of money and still have their physical objects.
 I understand that this world is more global due to an increasing population and people must walk in it with few belongings, because of an uncertain future in a professional, personal and memories at some point.
 Why don't we as species go to other planet and talk a bit in them about soccer? 
We're too many and we're starting to have less water in several countries in this planet and without it, we can't survive. 
 Society and economy says this to us: 
"We need oil and diesel for people to live and communicate" 
 And I think on this: 
"Nobody talks about lack of water and oxygen in this planet? 
"Am I crazy? Because it seems to me that some people don't want to talk about this"
Sometimes I think on these themes and start to talk directly with lots of people that love books, since books always gave us knowledge.
 Without books or physical objects what would communication be in social networks? 
 That a girl is pretty? 
 That a guy seems to be a good or bad guy? 
 If a girl is pretty, does she need that lots of people put a "like" in her personal pictures? 
 It seems to me that this is an example of loneliness and lack of self esteem by the girl  and the people who press "like" at a social network.
 The same should apply to a good guy in my opinion without being judged in social networks.
 Today we see lots of couple betraying one another and even divorces because of social networks (be it fault of men or women) and it seems that everybody can do whatever they want in a moral and social way, because society tell us some crazy stuff such as: 
"A couple is free to do what they want as an individual of it but we need more children in this world to be part of a consumerist society" 
I think like this: 
"We need to do this for us as common people to continue living in a world filled with capitalism for some dozens of rich people that were "elected" with divine blessing because of having lots of money?" 
So, nobody belongs to nobody, we're "wild" and we've some "freedom", but when society needs us, it tells us that we need to marry and have children in this crazy consumerist society where it seems that we don't have identity either in social networks or in real life?
  When we don't do what society wants us to do, we're pariah and society tells us again that "nobody belongs to nobody and let's all of us be "hippies" again".
I don't love this kind of social rules that are based depending on who we're or what we did in a world full of voyeurs in social networks, because fortunately I'm not amnesiac and I do keep memories of lots of people that I've met and have similar ideas as the ones that I've based on books that some of us read like "1984" by George Orwell or "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley.
 It doesn't matter to me where they we're born in this world, because I try to search their identity.
 I know that I don't understand lots of things in this world, so I thought that maybe it would be a good idea curating an exhibition with self-portraits of international artists that seem to be observing common people in their daily life, how they eat or drink their coffee every single day in one of the best coffee shops in the city that I was born and that had already seen some of your artworks in other exhibitions that I've curated in this same coffee.
 Trying to think properly and organize ideas gives me lots of work (videos, exhibitions, trying to write a logical narrative in a world that seems to be crazy and crazy, where it seems that we're in the 60's in society terms), but I'll try to see if I can have the proper feedback of boémia caffe customers, that are common people that can be found in the streets of this city, even when they are looking at their latest iPhone or Smartphone to see if they received a mere "like" or an image in order to communicate something in social networks.
 Have we lost ourselves while communicating and also our identity with social networks and even the world wide web? 
 From Porto, hugs to male international artists and kisses to female international artists that gave me self-portraits by them with their art skills for this exhibition and let's wait for some sort of feedback by boémia caffe customers.
Manuel Espírito Santo 

Note: Some pictures of the artworks with selfportraits by international artists for this exhibition such as 
Ed, Carlos Dearmas, Colorada Majox, Rodrigo Luján, Pato Delpeche, Patricia Breccia, Fer Calvi, Catriel Tallarico, Quique Alcatena, Fernando Beltran from Argentina 
Carlos Ferreira, Eder and Gelson Mallorca from Brazil 
Bartosz Jekiel, Nikodem Cabala, Ewa Perlejewska, Magdalena Minko from Poland
Paulo Pinto, Ana Biscaia, Derrade from Portugal 
Danijel Zezelj from Croatia 
Lars Erik Sjunesson and Nicolas Krizan from Sweden 
Mattias Bergara from Uruguay 
Miguel Almagro, Pedro Espinosa, Fidel Martiñez Nadal, Dulce Escribano, Joaquin Aldeguer, Toni Benages Gallard, Javier Gay Llorente, Santiago Sequeiros, Jon Ander Azaola, Eduardo Alvarado Sanchez Cortez, Ruben Pellejero, Victor Puchalvski, Gustavo Rico, Maria M. Colucelli from Spain 
Stefano Zattera from Italy
Brian Biggs, Brian Quinn, J. David Spurlock, Wallace Wood and Bill Koeb from U.S.A.

Many thanks to all of you.
Special thanks to Daniel Castro who's the owner of boémia caffe and that supports some of my ideas, to Pedro aka MACHINE  Man that is now working in London showing Portuguese soul and skills in old England, to Argentine artist Mister ED for providing design for the poster and the text that goes along with the exhibition, to Duarte Aguiar for vídeo footage and editing and to my kitty Ilvie because she continues to be my muse and source of inspiration for some of the ideas that sometimes are in my mind, heart and soul.

Later, we'll record another video with myself talking a bit of this exhibition while trying to do some direct comunication with the memories that I've from the excellent artists that are exhibited in it.
Below you can see some pictures of the exhibition that's now displayed at one of the best coffee shops in Porto where hundreds of people enter it every single day.

Da mui nobre, sempre leal e invicta cidade do Porto
Manuel Espírito Santo






Identity exhibition with selfportraits by Argentine artist ED and Polish artist Bartosz Jekiel 
Identity exhibition with selfportraits by Spanish artist Javier Gay Lorente and Swedish artist Lars Erik Sjunnesson

Identity exhibition with selfportraits of Spanish artist Joaquín Aldeguer and Argentine artist Rodrigo Luján

Identity exhibition with selfportraits by Portuguese artists Dário Duarte and Paulo Pinto ,Spanish artists Miguel AlmagroFidel Martínez NadalJon Ander AzaolaToni Benages Gallard, Polish artists Magdalena MinkoNikodem Cabala, Croatian artist Danijel Zezelj, Argentine artist Pato Delpeche, Uruguyan artist Matías Bergara, Brazilian artist Gelson Mallorca , American artists Bill Koeb and J David Spurlock 

Identity exhibition with selfportraits by Spanish artists Pedro EspinosaEduardo Alvarado Sánchez-Cortés,Maria M. Coluccelli, Brazilian artist Arte Do Eder, Italian artist Stefano Zattera, Argentine artist Fer Calvi and Polish artists Nikodem Cabala and Ewa Perlejewska

Identity exhibition with selfportraits by Spanish artists Dulce EscribanoRuben Pellejero, Santiago Sequeiros, Victor PuchalskiGustavo Rico, Argentine artists Patricia BrecciaColorada Majox,Carlos Dearmas, Brazilian artist Carlos Ferreira, Portuguese artist Ana Maria Biscaia, Swedish artist Nicolas Krizan, American artists Brian BiggsBrian Quinn