looking down (ongoing)
There are whole abject landscapes at one’s feet. And an animal mortuary. Painterly arrays of materials. An archive of discarded, trampled, lost things.
These images of things that are only just, are the past tense made concrete. Signs of that which gets erased, they easily become the bearers of a muted grief. The impression of a pawprint on sand is like an analogue photograph: it is an index of something having happened. I have hundreds, if not thousands, of these, taken since around 2000.
Several works from this series, printed on watercolour rag paper, were exhibited with José Francisco Azevedo, in Fractions/Fracções, at Artistas Unidos, Lisbon, 2013.
