The storytellers, 2014
Os contadores de estórias, 2014
Institutional blanket, acrylic, stone and nails
8.5 x 6 feet
view of the work at the Corridor Gallery, Brooklyn, NY, 2014
It was a frigid winter night
I was hungry
The streets were empty and dark
I was surprised to find an open door
There was bread on the table. I fried eggs
I was attracted by the shine on the chandelier’s crystals
The objects in the room were familiar images
The blue velvet of the curtains
The same blue of the chair seats that we used to have dinner my wife and I
A breeze of profound sadness filled the room
I felt lonely – I felt Nude
I wrote a note – I tore it
I understood I was a slave of fear
I turned off a light and left.
Era uma noite gelada
Estava faminto
As ruas estavam vazias e escuras
Fiquei surpreso ao encontrar a porta aberta
Havia pão na mesa. Fritei ovos
Fui atraído pelo brilho dos cristais do chandelier
Os objetos na sala eram imagens familiares
O azul do veludo pesado das cortinas
O mesmo azul das cadeiras onde sentava para jantar com minha esposa
Um sopro de profunda tristeza invadiu a sala
Me senti só. Nú
Escrevi um bilhete. Rasguei-o
Compreendi que era um escravo do medo
Apaguei a luz e saí