At the first beginning I started to developed the technique and it took me a few years so that I could reach my goals. Throughout the whole process I felt embraced by emotion. At the end I lost the technique and the capacity to sing in a stunning speed. The emotions were also gone. The last time that I sang it was in Alcobaça. I remember to stop the car on my way back and for the first time to pull out a poster which announced a concert. It was four o'clock in a cold morning… I would only hang out with musicians. I used to date one of them and also all my friends were musicians. I felt a wound prey without any chance of survival, the kind that slows down all that surrounds it and jeopardizes the whole group. After loneliness came the diagnosis: Temporomandibular Injury. For a singer it is the worst of the disabling injuries. There is even worse, the deafness. How I wished for it… so that I could not hear take after take all my recordings… My soul was translucent and started to fade day day after. I kept working, I was still a functional human being, simply just because, simply because that's what it's expected, what it's supposed to be. I've always done what was expected of me. I felt dull. I saw myself in the mirror and I couldn't truly recognise my shapes. The blank stare collided with another blank stare. Outside there was an overflowing with sick joy, always happy, always with a joke flying out of my mouth. One morning I looked in the mirror and saw nothing for the first time. There was nothing there, not the blank stare, or my mouth, or my nose ... nothing. Besides not knowing who I was, just to make it even worse, I didn't know where that person, who I did not recognize as being myself, was. I was completely lost. That's how it all began... the search for the image where I could find myself. WHAT TO DO? If I'm looking for an image of me, an image that shows me where I got lost in order to understand where to find myself, the better will be to photograph myself. I started to carry a photo with me, a photo of me, to look at it and to question... "Where are you?" ... the kind of questioning a mother does when she is looking for a missing son, hanging pictures of him everywhere. It took me a year to start photographing myself and the outcome of the entire process is this set of pictures. I still don't know where I am, but I'm surely closer to find and recognise myself than a year ago.
Monastery of Tibães
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The Monastery of São Martinho de Tibães, former Motherhouse of the English Benedictine Congregation, was acquired by the Portuguese State in 1986 and assigned to the Portuguese...— More info at source
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