Similarly to an art work. An apple. A red apple. It knows that its destiny is inevitable. The art work since the first rip of imagination, the apple from the flower. One day they are born. From the root.

  • Imagining “that an apple is the world, the globe, do you know what that is?...It is a way of travel.

  • Travel? Art makes me travel; it takes me to places that are only reachable in imagination. Places that I can tell you about. Others that I can’t.

  • I wonder how many secrets are kept in all imaginations of the world.

  • The secrets that we keep inside ourselves are like fruit without sun, they lack taste and colour. I want to know all the secrets; those that arrive fraught to the future generations. Stories that a few can tell and others want to hear.

  • “I would also like that, but I am an apple and an apple should be eaten; if not, the apple rots and that is the worst that could happen to it.”

  • I understand what you mean. There is an old interpreter… his job is to assure that imagination never rots. Every day he reaps lost stories and turns them into art. If someday the first rip of imagination fails to be born, the old interpreter dies. And, that is the worst that could happen to us.

Based on a text by Nuno Higino, in “A Maçã Vermelha – Viagem à infância de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen”

Alecrim 50 Gallery

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Related images
  1. Diogo Guerra Pinto, Oil on canvas, 100 × 81 cm
  2. Domingos Rego, Acrílic, natural pigment and binder on canvas, 80 X 60 cm
  3. Diogo Guerra Pinto, Oil on canvas, 100 × 81 cm