Nakedness, fragility, vulnerability, should cause us sadness, sorrow or at least compassion. Specialy when talking not about bodies; but about the nakedness of thought. The most intimate we have, what really makes us individuals.
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. 65 x 170 cm.
La Por (Fear)
My nephew Lucas, me and my uncle Luiz Simoes. Platinum on cotton paper. 70 x 160 cm.
Three self-portraits for my concrete head
Self-portraits in silver gelatin on concrete sculptures with my glasses from the last decades and acrylic on wood. 40 x 90 x 25 cm.
Three pairs of chairs
One silver gelatine on coton paper and two Silver gelatine on transparent acrylic overlapped. 50 x 55 x 5 cm.
Nudes and Vunerable
Silver gelatin on glasses of mini TVs over acrylic on wood. 60 x 20 x 8 cm.
Sense cap ni peus (without rhyme or reason)
Pigmented inkjet and acrylic varnish on canvas. 135 x 170 cm.
No body
Silver gelatine on cotton paper in a bath. 70 x 170 x 13 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.
Work in progress
Paradigm
Three vintage slide projectors, digital control unit, software, sound, and nine black and white slides.
