Existence is a complex web of tragic-comic events. Everything is connected to everything. A school trauma, a visit to a friend at a psychiatric institution, childlike diagrams, ink paintings, super 8 film clips, sculptures of plasticine and burnt wood.
In the construction of childhood memories, it is not necessary to obey the logic of adulthood. Memory does not have to be factual truth, it can be poetic, affective and absurd. Like ink poured into milk, the images are formed in a liquid mixture that evokes a dance. The ideas appear superimposed in drawings, graphics, doodles and sculptures, reproducing with extraordinary artistic freedom a child’s universe where the subject still has the power to create his own narrative. (Margarida Moz)