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DA CASA QUE JÁ NÃO EXISTE
2018
The story of a piece of wood that hit the coast after many years at sea. He hit the shore on my beach so I made a mold out of it and blew glass. I filled this piece with sand from that beach and finally the shape and a bit of that place come together again, a place that used to be home and because of life or radom choises, is not any more. I'm now a sailor who doesn't belong anywhere, not even on his own boat. But some things have a home and they deserve to live in them.
Being under water
it is also a way of life,
better than life itself
better than the rough surface.
Under water there is innocence.
On land we are hunters,
under water we are trapped
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Stuck with the little that we know
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