Nuno Porto / Ana Rita Amaral /// Edgar Martins

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As if we hadn’t arrived on time and in the meantime reality had passed over us without taking us with it. Spectators, whom no one notices, from a finished realm where we are absent. Besieged in the interval of memorable events, we go on becoming citizens of the transience that has the shape of these images and stick to our skin.

Evocation
There is a short story by Michel Tournier (Veronica’s Shrouds in the English translation) in which the sacrificial violence of the exercise of the photographic portrait is debated: the photographer who chooses his models due to them personifying beauty and prints their images through the body’s contact with the paper. The models, poisoned by the chemicals, are immortalised in their unique, final, last and eternal images. They have atrocious deaths, and sublime portraits.