Thursday, June 16, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Titan's heart
You may have noticed that I’ve been working on the concept of the heart as a representation of the human condition in its various forms, in my view what could be more appropriate?
I had this big red rock and made plans to make a heart and call it Titan’s heart but I decided to make some smaller versions first with the same type of stone and on wood, then I got an invitation to make something for the Public Art exhibition that takes place every year in Sintra, since the work must have appropriate dimensions to be on the street I thought the time was right to go for it.
de 13 a 17 de Maio
I had this big red rock and made plans to make a heart and call it Titan’s heart but I decided to make some smaller versions first with the same type of stone and on wood, then I got an invitation to make something for the Public Art exhibition that takes place every year in Sintra, since the work must have appropriate dimensions to be on the street I thought the time was right to go for it.
de 13 a 17 de Maio
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Titan’s heart | Coração de Titã
Today I’m starting to post a photo sequence of the piece I’m making now.
Começo hoje a publicar a sequência de imagens da peça que estou a fazer agora.
Começo hoje a publicar a sequência de imagens da peça que estou a fazer agora.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Os eunucos
Os eunucos devoram-se a si mesmos
Não mudam de uniforme, são venais
E quando os mais são feitos em torresmos
Defendem os tiranos contra os pais
Em tudo são verdugos mais ou menos
No jardim dos haréns os principais
E quando os mais são feitos em torresmos
Não matam os tiranos pedem mais
Suportam toda a dor na calmaria
Da olímpica visão dos samurais
Havia um dono a mais na satrapia
Mas foi lançado à cova dos chacais
Em vénias malabares à luz do dia
Lambuzam da saliva os maiorais
E quando os mais são feitos em fatias
Não matam os tiranos pedem mais.
“Os eunucos” – José Afonso
Não mudam de uniforme, são venais
E quando os mais são feitos em torresmos
Defendem os tiranos contra os pais
Em tudo são verdugos mais ou menos
No jardim dos haréns os principais
E quando os mais são feitos em torresmos
Não matam os tiranos pedem mais
Suportam toda a dor na calmaria
Da olímpica visão dos samurais
Havia um dono a mais na satrapia
Mas foi lançado à cova dos chacais
Em vénias malabares à luz do dia
Lambuzam da saliva os maiorais
E quando os mais são feitos em fatias
Não matam os tiranos pedem mais.
“Os eunucos” – José Afonso
Monday, May 30, 2011
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.
Elizabeth Bishop
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
My heart is broken
I’m making another heart, for the next month annual exhibition in Sintra.
No photos yet, I want it to be a surprise.
This afternoon I broke the terracotta model in a clumsy move.
I’ll peak up the pieces and repair it. Tomorrow it will be good to go, I hope.
No photos yet, I want it to be a surprise.
This afternoon I broke the terracotta model in a clumsy move.
I’ll peak up the pieces and repair it. Tomorrow it will be good to go, I hope.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Documentary
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Artemis and Spyros
Artemis and Spyros, two Greek students, from the island of Crete, came to visit the Sculpture Center and my studio. He plays the violin and other strings instruments and she makes little pieces of jewelry of great sensitivity and beauty,
with found seeds, twigs and strings.
Their visit was the highlight of my day, otherwise filled of hard work and stone dust.
Thank you, Artemis and Spyros for filing this day with beauty and lighthearted joy.
with found seeds, twigs and strings.
Their visit was the highlight of my day, otherwise filled of hard work and stone dust.
Thank you, Artemis and Spyros for filing this day with beauty and lighthearted joy.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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