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.
Fear
My nephew Lucas, me and my uncle Luiz Simoes
Platinum on cotton paper. 70x160 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. 40x90x25 cm
Three pairs of chairs
One silver gelatine on coton paper and two Silver gelatine on transparent acrylic overlapped. 50x55x5 cm
Nudes and Vunerable
Silver gelatin in cathode ray tubes of mini TVs over acrylic on wood. 60x20x8 cm
Sense cap ni peus
without rhyme or reason
Pigmented inkjet and acrylic varnish on canvas. 130x170 cm
No body
Silver gelatine on cotton paper in a bath. 70x170x13 cm
Clothes
Silver gelatine on cotton paper, oxidised iron framed. 105x180 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. 102x197 cm
Work in progress
Paradigm
Three vintage slide projectors, digital control unit, software, sound, and nine black and white slides
