September 16th to October 07th, 2022
Exhibition view. Photography: Samuel Duarte.
SOLO EXHIBITION:
Tânia Geiroto Marcelino
TEXT:
Rita Anuar
the pencil nib broke
if fingernails and thumb nails press it against the sheet
I would like to continue the ant handwriting forming before my hand
this is a strange writing for us people
flowers, objects and other animals write without desire
sometimes at night i write to guess myself
risk is a way of thinking but handling risk is feeling
the pauses between the risks are the expression of the distance between the thought and the feeling
it is not a predicted distance in some cases it is of the order of sensitive intuition
in other cases
it's magic
I create images at night, first they are imprinted in sleep and then become a dream
I sleep on paper texture
and when in the weak light of the lamp I resist writing during the day, the drawing is something else
if I choose to paint the entire page, this is a gesture of simultaneous concealment and freedom.
what lies beneath the layers of graphite and pastel is like poetry
the writing of what is not seen and lived at all times is sensed
I think that's why trees and wind are so present in art.
there is a level of unpredictability in nature, which because it is so close to us,
many times it seems that we guess
something similar happens to me and the stain, the erasure, the line and the objects
we lived together, at first, without knowing anything about each other
and like someone who is fascinated day and night by the plants in search of a trace of
changing the vine that I created and that today runs through my fingertips with my arms in the air
I care to write the growth
a ray landing on the pencil
a word lying
in the bones
there is a sense that grows in us
until hand and heart are empty
