Turning around the domes, reconstructing the self, looking for lost notebooks.
SER A PÁGINA DE UM LIVRO
THURSDAY afternoon Aug 25th, 1994
Inscription #18
À GRANDE INDIFERENÇA DAS ESTRELAS
THURSDAY afternoon, Aug 25th, 1994
Draw #23
Suddenly, at night, at the same time, the hole river become a downhill river, you must scape every fountain, sharp wings cross the water furiousily.
THURSDAY morning, Aug 25th, 1994
Draw #22
A landsacape that looks like the aftermath of a cosmic disaster.
24.8.11
WEDNESDAY afternoon, Aug 24th, 1994
Inscription #17
NÃO HÁ DIFERENÇA ENTRE MIM E AS RUAS
WEDNESDAY afternoon, Aug 24th, 1994
Draw #21
A window, a box, two bicicles ,a narrow street and a a mad hatter.
WEDNESDAY noon, Aug 24th, 1994
Draw #20
The miday sun reflecting the stones once covered with blood.
WEDNESDAY morning, Aug 24th, 1994
Inscription #16
A dark house whose ceilings seemed to be alive with cables and wires and ropes crossing and moving in every directions, bringing informations for a remote past not to be forgoten.
SOU SEU IGUAL
WEDNESDAY morning, Aug 24th, 1994
Draw #17
Small objects projecting endless black shadows.
Huge silver fountains on the background.
Medium size drawer drawing.
23.8.11
Photo by Anna Hofer
TUESDAY afternoon, Aug 23th, 1994
Inscription #15
At dusk, by the deck facing old town, just before the invasion of silver frog men.
A SAUDADE DAQUELE QUE PODERIA TER SIDO
TUESDAY afternoon, Aug 23th, 1994
Inscription #14
O POENTE É UM FENÔMENO INTELECTUAL
TUESDAY afternoon, Aug 23th, 1994
Draw #19
A storehouse of memories across the channel, backed by the black rock walls.
TUESDAY afternoon, Aug 23th, 1994
Draw #18
Boat #3, all white with old oak polished wooden floor. Lost in the mist when night comes.
"Os muros móveis de vento Compõe a minha casa barco"
TUESDAY noon, Aug 23th, 1994
Inscription #13
There's something about sleeping on a boat, as if the instability of the ground could lead your dreams to unsuspected places.
E AGORA ACORDO NO MEIO DA PONTE
TUESDAY noon, Aug 23th, 1994
Draw #17
An old town and a new boat on the way.
22.8.11
MONDAY afternoon, Aug 22th, 1994
Inscription #12
Like the wind, drawing ever changing forms from the clowds
NADA NUVENS RALAS
MONDAY afternoon, Aug 22th, 1994 Draw #16
From the hill you can watch the intagible industries located at the city border and the infinite line of people heading the red door.
MONDAY noon, Aug 22th, 1994
Draw #15
The yellow iron dinosaurs playing with the boats under the clowdy sky and the paralel life of people whose land is made of water.
MONDAY morning, Aug 22th, 1994
Draw #14
I tought that I would be protected from the strange clay figures universe placing myself on the corner of the room, under the window.
21.8.11
SUNDAY evening, Aug 21th, 1994
Inscription #11
Back to the Dramaten, to follow the dark corridors filled by the chorus rehearsal.
SUNDAY morning, Aug 28th, 1994
