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Series of Drawings – Ongoing

First published in Open City London by Ana Vaz and Olivier Marbeuf

“Nights falls, day rises, night falls and another day rises and the pen does not stop like a beating vein that keeps the life line going in unexpected directions. To draw, to live. The pen does not belong to the drawer, but the drawer channels what it draws, like a medium holding a medium.

DELIRIUM / IRREVERENCE / RITE / MAGIC

João Vieira Torres’s Entanglements is in his own words “an endless film, if ends were none”. The series of drawings make for a mosaic without end nor beginning where medusas, crying crocodiles, eyes that cut swords, sisters and mothers of courage along with celestial turtles rise in a world not too distant from our own, a world where every line connects to another.” Ana Vaz

ENTANGLEMENTS

I don’t think and this makes me think with my hands

I stop

I look

I see what I wasn’t seeing

The traces of whom the existence I did not suspect

It’s not unconscious

It’s not surreal

It’s not Inspiration, nor genius

It’s the mechanics of the body-spirit

And this is done

Doing me well

They are pieces

And in them many other

Worlds-lines

Then I stop

I look

I see

And I put the pieces side by side

And I see a strange body

Roots entangled, rising from the weight of the burrowed earth

And I put the pieces side by side again

Then I stop

I look

I see a line of many lives

An endless film

If ends were none

Nor fatigue

And after tiredness comes rest

And after rest the joy of effort

And the hand traces

And the eraser erases

And the world gone wrong traverses us

And the world as it goes traverses us

And the world doing well traverses us

And penetrated by so many worlds

I don’t know by which hole

to incorporate them

We mate

And these are our babies

Cute

Monstrous

Scribbled

Full

Of love

Of faults

Of meanings

Too many

Like the throbbing of the pulse vein

that beats not to stop.

— João Vieira Torres