“I spend my life sitting, like an angel in a barber's chair.”
 
Arthur Rimbaud
Evening Prayer, Seer Letters
 
Let us dwell upon the link, evoked by a barbershop, between shaving razor and writing quill, barber’s brush and artist’s paint brush, between water, blood and paint. Let us imagine the ceremonial involved in preparing and cutting a person’s beard — the barber’s gestures, precise and calculated —, who places himself at the barber’s mercy, as a rite of transubstantiation.
To stare straight at the sun and see, in diurnal night, a striking moment of eternity. This thought takes shape in the rising dawn glimpsed in the dying instant of a total eclipse of the sun. And if the light that illuminates everything is also the light that blinds us due to its incandescence, the phantasmagory nature of the heavenly body that reigns over all creation is seemingly revealed as it meets the moon.
The protagonist’s awakening prefigures the possibility of rethinking life through its elementary gestures, which establish new correspondences. To inscribe the body — and work — on the other side of light appears to be the objective of someone who listens to that immemorial gust that invokes the circular voyage of a unique life.
Morning Shadows embraces this torrent illuminated by a dark sun that radiates light towards a genuine inner digression.

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And so it begins... “1, 2, 3, 4”. As the lullaby starts, a group of animals moves vibrantly, setting in motion a cadence of rhymes, patterns and propositions, which, in this animation series, are brought about by a playful dialogue between language and mathematics. Each episode is driven by a gentle and humorous adventure where we are introduced to elementary mathematical notions, such as counting, measuring, calculation and geometry, on which our world is founded. 20 narratives unfold out of the coil of these Lengalongas, all filled with joy and rhythm, as well as the pleasure of learning.

Sand Animation Installation This animated installation is framed by the historical use of sand in Sephardi Jewish houses. During times of persecution sand was spread across the floors in order to muffle the sound of movement and life inside. Comissioned by the Sephard Culture Interpretation Center, in Bragança, north of Portugal, to ilustrate the plight of the crypto-Jewish community, the installation is exhibited on 6 flat video monitors forming one of the sides of a tall monolith (1.60m wide by 4m high). The piece was designed not only to create an atmospheric interpretation of the sense of displacement and concealment that defined long periods of Sephardi history, but also to represent the plight of "the outsider" throughout the ages. Open to the public from 20.02.2017

People meeting and talking, and everyday situations… An uncompromised speech, sometimes edgy, others shy. These are the voices overheard, telling their small tales that the image unravels, multiplies or just exhales: rehearsing worlds that are house-being (or being-house), moored in boxes, bodies, secrets, desires, glimpses or the ephemeral materiality… In this flux, we step into unstable territories, place of the work-of-being-in-progress – the inner home of each of us.

One day, Vigil trips over his daily routine.
Does his individual development leads him to a wider space of freedom or rather to the tragic awareness that, after all, he is not more than the part of a whole?