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

Article 10.01.2017

Ce qui reste

Marco Barbon

Desire to write: impossibility of saying. Maybe writing is always born of failure? I look for words, I find only traces. Scribbles. Leftovers. Carcasses of meanings. Formless, shapeless, deformed symbols: fragments of a lover’s discourse.
Maybe stuttering is the only way to tell the unspeakable.
Stuttering symbols on the sidewalks of the gray city, as on an infinite carpet under the feet of all. Nightmares of papier mâché ... It is only by giving - or rather by finding form to this disaster that I manage to get rid of my worries... Objects. Paper macerated by rain. Newspapers. Disfigured posters. Plastic orphan, bags of presents. Sometimes small ribbons of colored fabric, like flowers or undecipherable ideograms. Secret language. Blundering. Delicacy. Whispers. Screams suffocated (or exploded). I find all this, under my somnambulist steps. As I travel through the city, I feel as if I were going through ragged stories: interrupted treads, fragments of past joys, desolation islands, crevices of memory, mazes of anguish, paths of nostalgia...

L'Obvie

Prôsopon explosante-fixe

Katherine Sirois