A.M.O. art_space presents a photography project by Carolina Sepúlveda and Mateo Bošnjak — honest, intimate, emotional, boundary-melting — a photographic diary of the dreamy, ethereal love. 9th November, 19h00 @ A.M.O. art_space, AMO Brewery CAROLINA Começar de uma forma simples, pois foi simples amar-te. Enquanto para ti que vieste viver a cidade pela primeira vez, para mim já eu tinha sido traumatizada durante 2 anos. Não tendo que explicar porquê, sei apenas que este ano algo mudou, e tu mudas-te isso ainda mais, a calma foi algo que sempre me atormentou, e contigo sei ter calma. Podendo dizer que terás sido a experiência mais avassaladora que vivi. Sei que te senti perto, quase desde o primeiro momento em que te vi, e fui-te sentido cada vez mais perto, com uma rapidez como nunca antes. Tanta coisa aconteceu desde então, tanta coisa num espaço de tempo que parece ser tão longo, tão bem aproveitado, mas que contando os dias no calendário foi tão curto, tão efémero, tão inatingível. Como explicar a quem vê de fora e acha ridículo? Não quero ter explicar, porque sei que tu sabes, sabes que a pureza disto, foi esquecer, foi ser egoísta, foi pôr de lado a nossa mente e deixar que os sentidos tomassem posse dos nossos corpos. Vivo-te com uma força que para sempre lembrarei, embora que rápido o tempo passe, contigo sinto que os dias nunca foram tão longos. Não sinto mais a necessidade de me esconder por entre camadas de roupa infinitas, por entre caminhadas em que facilmente me perdia de mim, pelas linhas de pensamento que tanto me atormentavam. Foi tão fácil pegar na máquina e fotografar-te de todas as maneiras, pois como já havíamos dito bem há que recordar de uma forma material aquilo que é totalmente imaterial. Torna-se tudo tão belo, como quando os teus olhos de manhã se entre-abrem com uma expressão de conforto. Torna-se tudo tão belo, como quando antes de adormeceres, e a meio da noite e de manhã de agarras a mim, com uma expressão de amor. Não sinto medo de estar sozinha. MATEO How to start? Should i go just as all of our stories begin, with a big bang? What is here seen, is what comes out of the pure, intangible, and with this kind of stuff, our approach can’t be ours anymore. So, detach yourself and let the story begin. As i arrived upon the Lisboa streets, i was a stranger. My reality went through complete change, as it always is, with every moment, it brings new moments, new scenarios, new people, visions, dreams. With no expectations, and opinions, free of restrictions that personhood brings us, i was empty. Ready for the story of Lisbon, waiting for it to mold me, and my reality. The very first thing i noticed is the warmth of the night, the rugged faces and this expressions of life, raging all around the city. The expressions go pretty far here. Far and deep, and strong. As the ocean and the river command: partings and greetings, love and hate, freedom and oppression take on a whole force of deep confirmation that this place brings. The form of feelings. The form of deep, real feelings: pure magic. Pure art. Some people, and some places are short of this. But not this one: it is so alive, and so loud in it, that if you choose to not take it as a part of it, you bring a lot of hurt. I choose to take full part in it, and what happened to me, is that i felt so much, that i fell in love. Life choose to rock the boat a bit. Curling of the road, that always takes you to all this places that you need to be, as it is now happening, allowing me to write this and you to read it. That curling decided to show me all that this place has to offer. And it decided to put me in a big story of art and love. So that was my big bang: i met an artist. I remember thinking how her energy was just contagious. I remember noticing her dark eyes, and their view on mine. I remember this wish, to meet the art behind those dark eyes. I remember a lot about that day. Then, as the time went by, slowly, we came to share our worlds. We walked the streets, met on all kinds of places, held hands, hugged, talked the night in to the morning. The universe decided that we should love each other, and we said yes to it. The proccess of melting every boundary while looking in this magic mirror, at yourself. But through her eyes. This sense is universal, i am sure everybody has been there. As you fall in this love, it just reminds you how pure and easy it could be: this way of living (through love). But the common mistake is not noticing that what you are in love with is love itself. As our story was also molded by time, we had none of it to ponder about this: very simple, pure. Out of this love, all this came from. We wanted to stop the time, so we took photos. We wanted to be loved, so we loved each other. We wanted to feel, so we felt. Most of all, we wanted to be with each other, so we are. With change of time, comes change of desires, who knows what is going to happen, but this moments are always going to be with us. I feel like we brought some beauty to this world, and in the big picture, this is what matters in life. *** Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration. This is where, I think, language came from. I mean, it came from our desire to transcend our isolation and have some sort of connection with one another. It had to be easy when it was just simple survival. “Water.” We came up with a sound for that. “Sabretooth tiger right behind you!” We came up with a sound for that. But when it gets really interesting, I think, is when we use that same system of symbols to communicate all the abstract and intangible things that we’re experiencing. What is “frustration”? Or, what is “anger” or “love”? When I say “love” - the sound comes out of my mouth and it hits the other person’s ear, travels through this byzantine conduit in their brain, through their memories of love or lack of love, and they register what I'm saying... and they say yes they understand, but how do I know? Because words are inert. They’re just symbols. They’re dead - you know? And so much of our experience is intangible. So much of what we perceive cannot be expressed, it’s unspeakable. And yet, you know, when we communicate with one another and we feel that we have connected - and we think we’re understood, I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion... and that feeling may be transient, but I think it’s what we live for. (Kim Krizan, Waking Life)
