Friday, April 7, 2017

Where the days have years - Personal Project - Exhibition-book - Et in Arcadia Ego

Catching a picture in a window frame at Miss Pavlova coffeeshop in Porto

Thinking on a forest...
Dreaming with kittens...

A kitty that I've seen growing up

Puzzle with a sudden blur...
Sharing love with a pie while trying to capture a movie.
Lost in 1993 working and working with no gain...
Depeche Mode and Einsturzende Neubauten are in my thoughts...

Depeche Mode - Devotional Tour - Porto

 Einsturzende Neubauten at Voz do operário

Hair being grabbed by my hands...
Soft kisses whispered in a woman's ear...

2016 - Almada's street sunk into a boat where workers use to stand and to be recognized...
Handmade, handjunk, handful of gain.
A coffee spread into the horizon...
Smoking while dreaming...

Abandoned houses at almada's street in Porto

1993 - police officers everywhere while a van filled with money is being deposited...
A treasure is hidden in a mere napkin with lips stains on it.
Cocteau Twins are in our hears, hearts and dreams..
A sparrow said this to a tree: 
- I need a pie to be free.
- I need a picture of you to jump like a mere flea.

Cocteau Twins - Treasure

A kitty stands close to me while we're lost in a Diamanda Galas concert while saying this to thee: 
- Are you the divine glory that will carry me into your house while being me? 

Diamanda Galas in Hard Club - Gaia

In 2017, I think in a mere pencil or a rubber and I only write and write, how the bitter juice of lemons were the sweetest thing that could be provided to me.p

Being the best version of myself

March 1993 - You're in a street next to me giving me bread while I try to give you words and sympathy.

A warrior

April 2017 - We're both lost in a closet, in a mirror, in a shadow while I try to gather info from thee.
(Being hunted by a freak gives me the creeps) 

Not lost in a professional card

Essence in my professional card

1994 - You're within me and I'm into you and I clearly remember that in a sweet September we were shadows on a wall while being lost in a mere hall.

Filipinha, Cátia and Baltazar at Francelos

June 2016 - I scent your perfume everywhere and how your clothes and hair used to be.

A soul trapped in Porto's subway glasses 

March 2017 - I remember a hidden feeling in my heart and soul.

Ilvie - Heart and soul 

December 1994 - I'm with you into the blue..

November 2016 - I'm not feeling blue, but I search for my youth.

Cat's exhibition at boémia caffe in Porto with help of international artists

February 1995 - We've a baby kitty pure and white as snow.

My first baby Jacky

June 1996 - We've another baby kitty that haunts our dreams..

My second baby Nuala 

February 2017 - My heart's in your hands while I listen to your soul screaming for me.
A rose is being held for thee, while I smoke a cigarette being FREE.

Magical Ilvie

April 1998 - Another kitty whispers to us.

My kitty Jacky and my third baby Maya

April 2017 - I'm watching cartoons with my youngest niece.

My niece Letícia 

Gift to Letícia by Argentine artist Mister ED

December 2003 - Another baby kitty appears to us and she smiles at me having a fragile body and a strong heart and soul.

My fourth baby Pimpolha 

January 2017 - I'm dreaming of you and how you were always on my shoulder, head and back.

Ilvie reading my books 

November 2016, someone says this to me: 
- What do you want to do with your life for a while? 
- Are you searching for poems in oblivion? 
- Are you trapped while searching for your essence? 
I don't have words to reply, so I gaze and try to gather some oxygen while fearing Satan that's behind me.

Being a bit like José Mourinho

January 2000
We don't know what to do... 
We don't know who are we... 
We don't what's that sound that appears out of a sudden.

The invisibles issue 5 by Grant Morrison with design by Rian Hughes 

September 2016 
Dreaming with Andaluzia... 
Lost in thoughts at Sevilla...
Looking at the time...
Smoking a cigarette...

A frame in glass at Porto's subway 

August 2016 
Dreaming with Mexico...
Lost in thoughts...
No time...
Smoking a cigarette...

Smoking a cigarette at boémia caffe with a drawing of  Mourinho by Spanish artist Santiago Sequeiros

June 2016 
Trying to pick ice in Finland..

Exhibition at Finland comic book festival - tributes to Valentina - Design by Portuguese artist Sérgio Rocha

No thoughts, only love...
No fear when our bodies are being melted down in sweat...
Looking at a paper doll forming a comic book character within ourselves...

Endless poster

April 2016 
No words...
My kitty's Ilvie sleeping with me while gazing into my eyes...

Ilvie in a handmade box that was given to me

May 2016 
My kitty's Ilvie is asking me for food while I'm always talking with her..
Try to work... Foot hurts... But my kitty needs me...

Love + heart + soul

February 2016 
A Valentine's gift is being wrapped by my own hands while I do try to make a story...
(Scotland's shame's on and my body seems that It's burning)

Santiago Sequeiros - Mourinho

December 2015 
Rain pours on our heads and we know that we're being dead souls...
My kitty Ilvie stares at me while I give her food from my hand...

Dreaming Ilvie

June 2014 

Crepax exhibition - Beja X comic book festival front poster 

Crepax exhibition - Beja X comic book festival back poster 

I'm curating a show...
I'm at the first row...
Books are being displayed in a talk while I think on Jim Jarmusch's movies.

A Jim Jarmusch movie

June 2013 
I listen live to Explosions in the sky without My Bloody Valentine, my body is in limbo while I only think in a morning bell without pictures.

Explosions in the sky at Nos - Primavera Sound Porto

My Bloody Valentine at Nos - Primavera Sound Porto

April 2017 
I'm still at Miss Pavlova coffeeshop searching for Michaela Pavlatova animations.

Michaela Pavlatova - Carnival of animals

Someone's shouts to me: 
- Go away...
- Find your soul in a lost street...
- Every breath you take we're watching you...

At Boémia caffe with a t-shirt with a Valentina sketch study by Santiago Sequeiros

I don't answer and I'm certain that I'm like Winston's character in George Orwell's novel "1984" and I smoke a cigarette that comes from a brand with his name.

1984 by George Orwell

To be continued 

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