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“Life”
2011 (150x100 cm)

In this way I nowrished myself with raw food, without being man or woman.
I lived emotions without wanting it suffered and merry… I grew up!
And from the amount of felt experiences, I understood
that within my breast there grew up forces that I do not need to explain.
I feel them like coloured pores of fortune that exhale the holiness of being, existing.
On the cross i put myself, icon of education and dogmas, not by others but by myself.
In it i see myself, in biblical words, where suffering is not something vain and worthy of
renegation.
In it I am, in that force which is the portrait of myself, of you, of all of us.
I look at that force, where I react to the actions I experienced, witnessed and provoked, as a part that fell to my lot.
To know how to suffer, is to live in the happiness of feeling that i am alive, that I help to the others to live.
I do not want my steps hidden by modesty or sympathy,
because the share of movement and colour is something that does not belong to me,
because I am part of a whole that is also a part of myself.
I look up and not down,
because i feel the revelation of a light of hot colours that raises me and makes me flout coming from nothing, from dust, water, air and fire.
And in this fascination of existing, something else goes through myself in furies of energy that overflows and spreads.
I feel the colours in all my being and feel all the movement that impels me.
This is life that builds and destroys, renewing, to build again more firmly, more conscious, more pure.
I believe that I return in the shape of a seed, stronger and vigorous, in a way that transforms itself into fruit and nourishes those who surround me.
I lived not focussed for a long time, valuing faiths and powers I did not notice to live in me.
Why do we compete to be what we wished to be, while looking inside us, we are already that and have always been?
I speak the language of emotions, because that seems to be pure and not deceived.
I feel that you feel, simple words that do not translate the greatness proffered in letters, registers of emotions.
Feel what I feel, excite yourself with me and let yourself be carried, without fear or anxiety.
Raise your hands and fly in the support of life.

Etérium coreography

from painting 'Etérium' journey from born to re-born

Coreographer/dancer: Mário Gonçalves Music/composer: João Madeira

'Mourning' dance from the painting

Coreographer/dancer: Mário Gonçalves | Music/composer: João Madeira | Special guest: Isabel Queirós (actress)

Video of the painting:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdQwnYWV3Mk

«Mourning"

2011 (70x70 cm)

Black Mantle,

that sweetly covers memories
and suffocates the colour of past moments,
shared, lived.
Black Mantle,
that caresses pains and losses
of crossed tracks.
Black Mantle,
that opens me door to lost emotions
where i myself could not find me.
Black Mantle,
That switches off light
and brings me blind to hard reality.
Black Mantle,
colour of death and loss
that puts me in the wrong side
and asks me what for,
why?
It is my mantle of sadness
where I sweeten emotions,
where I live again what deserved to be lived.
And in the middle of this darkness,
I am born again, grow up, Learn.
What I lost is part of what i am,
as i was, a part of what I lost.
And so important I was,
that all the colour returns, reforms and
Reinvigorates.

Black Mantle,

that desponds the colour that does not
extinguish,
that washed by tears,
dissipates itself transparent,
showing the Life that does not finish.
The way goes on,
stronger for having shared,
for having been part of what I lost.
Black Mantle,
that brings me reflexion,
cleans my tears and refreshes the look,
that I may observe again
with an enlightened look,
the colour of life that I have to be lived,
each gift are those moments of share.
Black Mantle,
that is the mourning of a new beginning,
and not of a past finished.
So you are a pause,
a deep breathing,
an arrange of memories,
a reinforce of wills.
Black Mantle,
that lets me think,
makes me steer for.
In this way,
you are my moment
of lucidity,
My Black Mantle,
that illuminate the colours of life
and makes me continue,
with lifted Mourning.

Paulo Teixeira Lopes (2011)