Nakedness, fragility and vulnerability should cause sorrow, or at least compassion. But, curiously, generates satisfaction.
I'm not talking about bodies, I'm talking about the nakedness of thought. The most intimate we have, what really makes us individuals.

 


La por. (Fear) My nephew Lucas, me and my uncle Luiz Simoes. Platinum on cotton paper. 70 x 160 cm.

 

 

 

 


The belly. In the center of this bag of wishes and dreams that we are, where we digest, where we engender, we all have a scar.
Silver gelatine on cotton paper. 70 x 185 cm.

 

 

 

 


Three self-portraits for my concrete head. Concrete, iron, acrylic painting, 3 color slides in 3 micro projectors and electronics. 40 x 90 cm.

 

 

 

 


Three pairs of chairs. One Silver gelatine on coton paper and two Silver gelatine on transparent acrylic overlapped. 50 x 55 cm.

 

 

 

 


Sense cap ni peus. (Non sense). Pigmented inkjet and acrylic varnish on canvas. 135 x 170 cm.

 

 

 

 


No body. Silver gelatine on cotton paper in a bath. 70 x 170 cm.

 

 

 

 

Clothes. Silver gelatine on cotton paper, oxidised iron framed. 105 x 180 cm.

 

 

 

 


De un polvo vienes y al polvo volverás. (From a fuck you come and to dust you shall return)
Terracotta, metal dust, pigmented inkjet and varnish on canvas. Oxidised iron framed. 102 x 197 cm.

 

 

 

 


Basel, 2009