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 22.05.2024

Drowned, in the shame of light

Isabela Abate & João Castro

A deus.

To what?

A-close. Return. The time. Where it was. Where are we.

Non-existent beginning.

I hear everything without hearing anything. I don't know what I am, I'm both at the same time. The distribution of my chronology and Everything and Nothing. A deus. To what. I don't know, I know everything, I'm nobody. My origin is like the others and unique. Endless return center. Go away. Unshape me from anything. All things. Meanings of words, such difficult things. Light and shadow. Everything is built so quickly

I didn't even see him. nobody knows

I am the nobody. And knowledge. And my body buried in the drawing line. A deus, dead. Here I am. Looking back killed me and there were ashes’ wings. I was eaten by my will and I contaminated my intention. The origin does not exist and I am the existence. So superficial, I can't see. Take off your glasses, I don't have them. What time is it?

Time. Stop existing me

So where is the threshold? Uniqueness? Continuous-ly uneven interrogation. Null. And your flame? Extinction. Open Cut in Space and I see it. Colorful lucidity, no. Part of Darkness – Mine. Let me through. And the curtains? Don't close them. They are dark. My reflection. In the iris of the beginning. Endless incorporeal.

Time. Driving to extinction

Extinguish me from myself. Black Hole. Opening.

A. deus. To what?

I don't know the origin. The beginning.

HALF A STEP FROM HOME

Sightings

Francisco Novais