no. 23 Editorial
Moodboard

ISSN · 2183-5527

Visual Essay + Author in residence

7 Portraits

7 Portraits

João Fonte Santa

VHS, 29' By João Fonte Santa, assisted by António Caramelo The video Sete Retratos was created for the exhibition Mundo de Aventuras, curated by José Alberto Ferreira, and features 7 video portraits, …

7 Portraits

B, Y, R

Visual Essay

B, Y, R

Henrique Biatto

Água Viva

Visual Essay

Água Viva

Lander Patrick, Gonçalo Marques, José Soares

Through the longest path

Visual Essay

Through the longest path

Margarida Rodrigues (MAR)

Working with mountains is easy

Article

Working with mountains is easy

Isadora Alves

Process Of Unframability

Sound Essay

Process Of Unframability

Frantz Loriot

Drowned, in the shame of light

Visual Essay

Drowned, in the shame of light

Isabela Abate & João Castro

Workbook on the adaptation of the play The Man Outside (1947)

Visual Essay

Workbook on the adaptation of the play The Man Outside (1947)

Pedro Paiva

Sightings

Visual Essay

Sightings

Francisco Novais

HALF A STEP FROM HOME

Visual Essay

HALF A STEP FROM HOME

António Olaio

Misfits

Visual Essay

Misfits

Fabrizio Matos

Out Of Here

Sound Essay

Out Of Here

Quatroconnection (Carla Santana)

Weiße Rose

Visual Essay + Author in residence

Weiße Rose

João Fonte Santa

it was just drained, drained

Sound Essay

it was just drained, drained

André Hencleeday

Lavagem

Visual Essay

Lavagem

João Jacinto

XXX

Visual Essay + Author in residence

XXX

João Fonte Santa

The hand with no specialty

Visual Essay

The hand with no specialty

Carolina Lino

Wrong Wrong n.23

Misfits

Visual Essay 06.03.2020

All that lies within me is the product of all that perceives in me

Filipe Cortez e Ana Sophie Salazar

Filipe Cortez, «S/T», 2019. Latex, resíduos e espelhos, 7 x 23 x 11 cm.

Filipe Cortez, «S/T», 2019. Resíduos e espelhos, 7 x 23 x 11 cm.

Filipe Cortez, «S/T», 2019. Latex, resíduos e espelhos, 7 x 23 x 11 cm.

Filipe Cortez, «S/T», 2019. Latex, resíduos e espelhos, 7 x 23 x 11 cm.

The only constant is change said Heraclitus of Ephesus and so said many others and whoever didn’t say so was not therefore spared from experiencing this truth in their own skin. The majority of changes are not sudden or overnight. Every single moment everything is constantly changing a tiny little bit it’s not noticeable because it’s so little it’s not visible because the eyes are accustomed to the illusion of permanence.

Things don’t metamorphose suddenly everything changes a tiny bit every moment. Every moment time passes with no goodbye and with the passing of time minuscule chemical reactions happen and the shapes and colours and materials change change change. Sometimes we plan change we build ourselves and build the world around us according to our plans some go well most go wrong. Sometimes we want change because we have a vision of how things can be better how they can be different. But who plans which joint will start hurting first who foresees which wrinkle will deepen first who chooses which tooth will darken first?

Every moment some change. Every instant pregnant with the next full of time to pass with countless particles changing. What was is no more. The artist asks how to capture how to get a hold of? How to understand analyse observe transformation and pay homage to memories knowing that any material chosen will be bound to the same law. Traces remain. Past skins accumulate and calcify or so it seems. From skin to brick from skin to stone from brick to construction material. Construction of memories from the past of histories of places that have been. In the past there is no present.

Layers and layers of thought thoughts and mummified remnants in a palimpsest where as much as is added is also subtracted. The hope of building a home. An identity with place where the brick is strong and oh if time wouldn’t bring decay it wouldn’t be time and we wouldn’t be us. Like in lacquer painting we patiently apply each layer and calmly remove the excess or time removes it for us. Let no one stop engraving images embed precious stones polish and give shine just because time will pass. Time has passed already.

All that lies within me is the product of all that perceives in me.

Ana Sophie Salazar

À LA FUITE – A cigarette with god

+ and – light

Sara Morgado Santos