Live installation, using Derek Jarmen's Journey to Avebury (1971); sound and visuals from Foclore Impressionista
Plastic sheet, soil, sand, salt, sugar, found objects, tumbleweed, spray, washing up liquid, chalk, strawberries, milk
April 2018, Atelier Banco, Lisbon
Foi, Começou, Foi (2019)
It was, it began, It went
(Found footage (INA Archive), ASMR sounds)
A video work responding to the theme '69 Année érotique' for WrongWrong magazine. Invited by Marcelo Felix. EN / PT
[ /// 0 ... ] (2019)
perspex, fishing weight, burnt copper pipes, pink salt
Installation view, a week in the garden at the icing room for Element.Void: Antiuniversity
Fragment (2020)
Installation shots from self-appointed residency at multi-storey car park at Martim Moniz, Lisbon
maybe we're going places, baby (2016)
Chair, sponge, yoghurt pot, glass, silicone, boiled and chewy sweets, found text / footage, hair gel
Installation view, Zaratan Arte-Contemporânea, Lisbon
Experiment (stones and happiness) (2018)
Branches, gouache, perspex, soda crystals, water, peacock eye crystal
Installation view: BLUERUiiN, Banco, Lisbon
That time in Spring (2016)
Cake box, napkin, olive, hose, grass, washing capsule, nail polish, plaster on scaffolding board
Installation view, the icing room
suspiro. suspiro (2017)
Foam mattress, young clay, gesso, spray, pomegranate flavour hand soap
Installation view, Banco, Lisbon
Para escapar (2017)
Love letters, left in various sites around Lisbon, using pink, yellow, purple tape - then printed as a book and sent to friends.
The letters can be read here
JUST S0 S0 S0 (2018)
Installation views, Atelier Concorde, Lisbon
The work was developed as part of my PhD project.
JUST S0 S0 S0 explores the relation between language and material, playing with symbols that come to stand for text. The pieces are gestural, visual poems, leading from or back into language. The elements that make up each of the works present something precarious, broken, or covered up in some way. JUST S0 S0 S0 evidences handling by an inexpert touch.
Talvez falaremos em algum momento / Maybe at some point we’ll talk
Grid, wok, shells, unfired clay, fish bowl, blueberry dye on vegetable paper, text
85cm x 100cm x 18cm (approx.)
ASHES
Acrylic pipes burnt at the ends, cement, ash, amethyst crystal, tree branch with green spray and varnish
2m x 1m x 50cm (approx.)
J' Dors Pas Bien
Moving Image (Dur .12 min, no sound), found cardboard, lemons
1m x 1m x 50cm (approx.)
He wasn’t in the limelight
Poster Series
84cm x 120cm (approx.)
RACHEL, 2015
Coat hanger, string, boiled sweets, some of which evaporated by the sun
Installation view, the icing room
Still politely Loving It (2017)
Metal bath hooks, wax raincoats, unfired clay, string, gesso, yellow spray
Installation view, Banco, Lisbon
Dreams (2017)
Poems on newsprint, lemons, apricots, resealable bags
Tomorrow will be better (2017)
Orange netting, polyfiller, clear plastic, burnt at the ends, shopping trolley
Installation view,Pulse Studios, London
Experiment in Air and Solitude (2019)
plastic sheet, shuttlecocks, acrylic, incidental straw hats
Installation view, the icing room, 21 June
PERSIMMONS, V / DIOSPIROS, V (2017)
Tarpaulin sack, paint pot, brush, lipstick, 5 persimmons
Installation view, Banco, Lisbon
ant (2020)
Image and text on billboard
Notice Bored, Muddy Yard, Clapham Estate Park
Pocaraspokerface (2018)
Performance as part of Grande Bienal de Arte Burra, Estrela Decadente
Galeria Banco, Lisbon
Ciclo Ecos #1, 12 Dias em Outubro (2018) with Loukia Batsi,
curated by Lise Bardou
A site-specific, multimedia installation of 12 minute duration, responding to the cave space at Zaratan Arte-Contemporânea, Lisbon.
The work considers how the body as a landscape might touch the skin of the cave. With accompanying text and castanhas (chestnuts).
A sound piece will be created as an output for the work.
Untitled (eleven peaches) (2016)
Ladder, trousers, legs, eleven peaches
Installation view, Roundabout LX, Lisbon
Love letter writing service
2020 (ongoing)
Perhaps I only imagined it, but on my way out to buy some fruit or something I got stuck behind two people walking very close together on the pavement. They were deep in conversation about something important, or at very least specific.
While I was deciding whether or not to go past them, one turned to the other and asked 'but what would Frida do?' It sounded a lot like 'Frida' anyway.
And it was strange because I have been thinking quite a bit about Frida Kahlo recently. To tell the truth, it all felt quite serendipitous.
At the market I bought quite a lot of plums. Then I went home again.
I wanted a Frida Kahlo tattoo on my - (2017)
Step ladder, plums, textile
