Orario & Sede
Stolen kisses / Covid -19
The night they have separated our eyes, our hands,
our lips from their passionate or compassionate caresses, the stars of
an increasingly dark silent and distant sky began to shine
a remote light that we weren't prepared for, because we’re used to a
smooth and monotonous transit always the same.
The everyday life of the gesture has turned into absence.
The greed of time was interrupted by removing us from the exercise of
without knowing what would become of our bites, our kisses,
now interrupted, suspended, stolen by a messenger without name and form
An unknown intruder, ambassador of delusions and fears that
they seemed to belong to ancient tragic lists written with
blue on tanned lambskin and which today is laid down in instantaneous
alphanumeric lists their inauspicious seal.
So I thought about the denied sweetness of millions of kisses and lips
closed, suspended in doubt
fear of contact and everything to which that simple gesture, but
universal had raised us from childhood to death through
love, dreams, emotions.
These "Stolen Kisses" designs begin on a journey I made in
my studio from the early days
of the Pandemic to get to this Madeira island until today
I don't know yet and that my works will see before
myself. Ambassadors of a firm belief that all this can
to be forgotten in the simple and eternal magical gesture of a "Kiss"