Punk

Venus

Cy Twombly's "Venus" (1975), done in oil stick, graphite and collage.

always the beautiful

“Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.”

Cyd

in progress

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sombras

gosto mesmo desta foto

touch and go

Three mares and a calf,
Face Northeast in the shadow of a tree
Their bodies taking in the gentle breeze,
Elegant as timeless things are.

A young woman smokes a cigarette in the shadow of a house
A man gestures to her, touches her to no effect
She ignores him, looks nowhere,
puffs at her cigarette, lets smoke go.

A man is seated outside a coffee shop,
Leans his head backwards, feels his belly with his hands
His face contorts with pain, something is eating him, slowly
From the inside.

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Três éguas e um potro,
virados a nordeste na sombra de uma azinheira,
desfrutam da brisa que sopra dessa direção.
Elegantes como as coisas intemporais.

Uma mulher jovem fuma um cigarro à sombra de uma casa,
um homem gesticula diante dela, tenta agarrá-la
ela ignora-o, continua a fumar,
o olhar perdido no fumo do cigarro a sair-lhe da boca.

Um homem está sentado na esplanada de um pequeno café,
encosta a cabeça para trás e com ambas as mãos
apalpa a barriga, a cara contorce-se num esgar de dor
qualquer coisa por dentro vai comendo-o devagar.

night moves

saint-like look

mais aqui

"Nothing has stopped me in my tracks more than when I was first introduced to a set of images collected by Titus Riedl, while attending a Latin American photo forum in São Paulo. If you visit a house in the northeast of Brazil, you are very likely to see a photo painting on the wall. This is a tradition that dates back many years, when a black and white image was not deemed exciting enough. Painted photos are a way of bestowing status on members of your family (both dead and alive) and giving them an iconic, almost saint-like look. When the roving dealers visited these houses, in search of commissions, they were able to facilitate any dream. They could bring back the dead, dress you in expensive clothes and jewellery, make you look years younger. Although these images are still produced, they are now more likely to be computer-generated rather than hand-painted. As I was keen to see the last of these artists in action, Titus decided to arrange an introduction. We went to my hotel room and made the edit that you see here. As another analogue tradition dies, we offer the portraits in this book as a testament to a most remarkable method of creating portraits. Let the dream live on." — from the Introduction by Marin Parr "Retratos Pintados"

right here, right now

Luis Meléndez, Still Life with Watermelons and Apples, Museo del Prado, Madrid.

Alegre é o sol,
alegre é esta árvore,
alegre é o comboio que passa a apitar,
alegre sou eu que espero para ir trabalhar.

Alegres são todos os dias que passam sem pesar.

viagem ao sol

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apanhar o comboio (2)

Siren City

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fauve

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Nesta curva...

Oklahoma by Bernard Plossu

Nesta curva tão terna e lancinante

Nesta curva tão terna e lancinante
que vai ser que já é o teu desaparecimento
digo-te adeus
e como um adolescente
tropeço de ternura
por ti.

Paisley

...a minha camisa favorita tinha cornucópias e era de um azul como nunca mais vi, a minha camisa favorita perdi-a, agora tenho muitas mas nenhuma de um azul assim...

Femme assise sous un arbre (cliché)

Femme assise sous un arbre - Braila - 23 Octobre 1918 - Crédit photo: © André Kertesz /Culture.gouv.fr/Médiathèque de l'Architecture & du Patrimoine

I keep finding you,
I bump into you – I bump into you in all kinds of places, places so different from the wood where I found you. Where we found each other.

I keep finding you,
But it isn’t you anymore – it isn't you that I keep finding at all those places, places so different from our wood of shadow and light.

The past is a place we forgot how to reach.

Femme assise sous un arbre (cliché)

Femme assise sous un arbre - Braila - 23 Octobre 1918 - Crédit photo: © André Kertesz /Culture.gouv.fr/Médiathèque de l'Architecture & du Patrimoine

Continuo a encontrar-te,
continuo a tropeçar em ti - tropeço em ti em toda a espécie de lugares, lugares tão diferentes do bosque onde te encontrei. Onde nos encontrámos.

Continuo a encontrar-te,
mas não és mais tu - não é mais a ti quem eu encontro nestes outros lugares, tão diferentes do nosso bosque de luz e sombra.
O passado é um lugar ao qual não sabemos como regressar.

apanhar o comboio

silence geometry