maio 30, 2013

pygmalion (and hughes)

So he had made a woman
Lovelier than any living woman.
And when he gazed at her
As if coming awake he fell in love.
His own art amazed him, she was so real.
She might have moved, he thought,
Only her modesty
Her sole garment – invisible,
Woven from the fabric of his dream –
Held her as if slightly ashamed
Of stepping into life.
Then his love
For this woman so palpably a woman
Became his life.
Incessantly now
He caressed her,
Searching for the warmth of living flesh,
His finger-tip whorls filtering out
Every feel of mere ivory.
He kissed her, closing his eyes
To divine an answering kiss of life
In her perfect lips.
And he would not believe
They were after all only ivory.
He spoke to her, he stroked her
Lightly to feel her living aura
Soft as down over her whiteness.
His fingers gripped her hard
To feel flesh yield under the pressure
That half wanted to bruise her
Into a proof of life, and half did not
Want to hurt or mar or least of all
Find her the solid ivory he had made her.
He flattered her.
He brought her love-gifts, knick-knacks,
Speckled shells, gem pebbles,
Little rainbow birds in pretty cages,
Flowers, pendants, drops of amber.
He dressed her
In the fashion of the moment,
Set costly rings on her cold fingers,
Hung pearls in her ears, coiled ropes of pearl
To drape her ivory breasts.
Did any of all this add to her beauty?
Gazing at her adorned, his head ached.
But then he stripped everything off her
And his brain swam, his eyes
Dazzled to contemplate
The greater beauty of her naked beauty.
in tales from ovid by Ted Hughes 

maio 27, 2013

quanto tempo dura uma relação?

Catarina Sobral e Joana Estrela na exposição "3 meses e 2 dias", um encontro na galeria do Porto, Dama Aflita ( que muito gostávamos, como bem diz João Fazenda, que desaguasse em mais um livro da Catarina ). 
img. Catarina Sobral

maio 20, 2013

visual love

There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your eyes open (and then I see Annabel in such general terms as: "honey-colored kins," 'thin arms," "brown bobbed hair," "long lashes," "big bright mouth"
and the other when you instantly evoke, with shut eyes on the dark innerside of your eyelids, the objective, absolutely optical replica of a beloved face, a little ghost in natural colors (and this is how I see Lolita).”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

4ª feira - 21h

Storytelling is a powerful human drive. We spend our existence living the story of our lives, reshaping and telling it to ourselves and others. We read and write stories to create and remember. We paint and film them, bringing to life the most beautiful and singular details of the human experience. Sometimes, we even cover our bodies with them. But what are stories for? Why do we tell them? Why is storytelling such an integral part of our brains? 
The event will start with presentations by all three speakers above, and will be followed by a set of activities outside the auditorium, including book-crossing, storytelling sessions and interventions by projects involved in storytelling in the field.
Entrance is free and subject to availability.
Live streaming will be available during the event.

maio 11, 2013

maio 09, 2013


"A viagem não começa quando se percorrem distâncias, mas quando se atravessam as nossas fronteiras interiores. A viagem acontece quando acordamos fora do corpo, longe do último lugar onde podemos ter casa."

Mia Couto in O Outro Pé da Sereia
img. Adolfo Serra 

maio 05, 2013

mother's day

( for both of us ♥ )

maio 02, 2013