A Lua de Ju

Os colhedores de milho

2011-10-18T00:43:00.010+01:00

A depressive/oppressive cctv camera.

2011-02-12T19:49:00.000Z

We look at her and we can see she is depressed.

Still she manage to look back at us and make us feel oppressed.

English Touring Opera

2010-11-08T20:39:00.001Z

Concept and Art Direction for Photoshooting
Images for Spring 2011 season

photography: Cecilie Harris

Visual Voices Lecture Series

2010-02-10T02:03:00.001Z

Camberwell, Feb - March 2010
in collaboration with Paul Hardman

Remains

2010-01-17T03:05:00.000Z

Time Goes

2009-12-05T18:54:00.002Z

My task is not a grind.

2009-12-05T18:54:00.001Z

Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

2009-10-28T17:17:00.003Z

The participant audience; the audience as an artist; the audience in control; the way we communicate and share information now in the internet age; amateur video/music covers; sampling; appropriation; re-creation; from internet to internet.

To listen, to look, it's also to participate. It helps us map our emotions. The choices we make, what we chose to listen to, to watch, are also our way of communicating and expressing our emotions.

The title is a "sample" of the first word of the original title: "Gone with the Wind". But it also relates to the way we experience time. There is no present. Only past and future. The present moment is either expected or it's always gone, gone, gone, gone, gone now, now is gone, gone, gone...

reference: Martin Arnold

Stop Swap RCA: Stop motion animation and painting on film

2009-10-16T02:10:00.001+01:00

Underwater from Brave New Alps on Vimeo.

Drawing on film with Silas Money from Brave New Alps on Vimeo.

In and Out

2009-08-25T20:10:00.000+01:00

In and Out from Joana Monteiro on Vimeo.

Summer little things.
Terrible wind sound...
Zambujeira do Mar, Portugal.

A few words one can hear:
fim=end
filme=film
filmar=to film
liga=turn it on
acção=action
pausa=pause
corta=cut
duplos=stuntmen
televisão=television
telespectadores=TV viewers

"depois no fim nós beijamos-nos na boca"
and then at the end we kiss on the mouth

Piracy taking over the law

2009-07-14T11:47:00.002+01:00

In conclusion...

2009-03-15T22:07:00.003Z

The night that turn into day

2009-02-02T18:00:00.007Z

12:00 PM 02.02.09 Abney Park Cemetery London

2009-02-02T17:05:00.004Z

Return

2009-01-19T21:01:00.006Z

The Space Between Us

Between us there is air
Lots of air
Between the black of the asphalt
and the black of the moon
there's air

Now you tell me
how does it make you feel
to see me
turning myself into air
vanishing
Like the water from the kettle
Like everything else on a sunny day
All gone

Like some small rounded black pieces of paper
floating in the air
in a really, really windy day
in a high speed

Why can't they be colored?
because they are the moon
a thousand moons
when the lights are turned off
(the Sun, I mean)

Now
To return is not to faint
Using an airbrusher to mimic colored spots
is not the right way
But they will start changing color
in a very smooth way
as soon as I'll reach land

And you will see them
passing through your window
Just once

Cenários Tipográficos 7

2008-12-19T11:45:00.001Z

Fragments

2008-12-10T17:11:00.001Z

Nice big trouble room in house with door

2008-11-26T19:13:00.005Z

Em alta perseguição à Lua

2008-11-26T15:21:00.008Z

As nossas obsessões constroiem-nos.
O que nos rodeia não passa de um esforço.

De tudo o mais me limpo.
Termino aqui a minha perseguição ao Sol.
O meu nome é Ju.

"When seeking the object of its fulfillment the demands of desire exert a strange power over external phenomena, tending egoistically to admit only that which can serve its purpose."
ANDRÉ BRETON

Nem bem cenários nem bem tipográficos

2008-11-23T01:15:00.001Z

Everything is starting to blur and I don't care

2008-10-17T21:08:00.009+01:00

Gathering treasures from everyday's life
Making things sharper

Although sometimes to feel is to feel blurred
I understand it now as part of the process of I
Part of me, part of you, is floating in the air
On the top of the oceans
On the top of you
One day everything will fall into place
And there will be no reason not to be
No reason not to fall
No reason not to float
No reason not to sink inside me, inside you
5 days, 5 years, 5 nights, 5 balloons
What the fuck is time, anyway

2008-09-19T14:30:00.004+01:00

Cenários Tipográficos 5

2008-09-07T18:42:00.007+01:00

A senhora

2008-08-26T15:22:00.009+01:00

Aquela que era considerada uma entidade religiosa absoluta, passou nos dias de hoje a ser a figura burocrata abstracta generalizada.

- "A senhora" disse-me que devia ir comprar o formulário b45 e entregar no guichet 5.
- Mas olha que "a senhora" do outro lado não me disse nada disso!
- ring ring: Oh minh"a senhora"! Diga lá então como é que é?

As senhoras.
Ambas poderosas e omnipresentes.

la la la! You don't see me fly into the red.

2008-08-11T18:22:00.017+01:00

Open books of memory with no regrets
Trying to make it work
Any piece of me to work
Any other pieces to digest

Make it work
Make it work
Make it work

Go together to that point
Me and my ghosts
Where I can drop them
I'll throw you all from the top of my wishes
Make them scream
I'll make you all scream really loud

lalalala lalalalala

She said she died a hundred times.

2008-08-08T18:19:00.025+01:00

Happiness

2008-07-24T00:38:00.010+01:00

Happiness yeah
Happiness is like tv
On or off
It's up to me
Happiness yeah
Relationships
Are like a cow
Growing strong
Just for now
Poor little cow
Mom and dad
Are like my head
I won't listen to them
Until they're dead
Or I'm dead
Sad but true
Sad but true
Self indulgence
Inconsiderate bitch
Inconsiderate bitch
You're nothing more than this girl
C'mon everybody, sing
Pain and sadness
Are real to me
They stick around
And let me be
Give it up
Try again
Give it up
Try again
Ain't life fun?
LISA GERMANO

paper moments

2008-07-20T16:45:00.009+01:00

No more perfect random moments
Brief flashes of happiness
I've collected them all from the past

Linear frame for paper butterflies
Don't tear them apart

The day before you came

2008-07-14T10:29:00.011+01:00

I must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame
The day before you came

I must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came

And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came

ABBA

Bicho bicho

2008-07-13T00:51:00.002+01:00

Adriana

2008-07-03T16:07:00.002+01:00

Cenário tipográfico com muito dramatismo

2008-06-19T00:31:00.006+01:00

2008-06-16T00:19:00.013+01:00

Cenários Tipográficos 3

2008-03-09T18:15:00.003Z

Allhallows Landscapes Scapes

2008-02-12T14:05:00.003Z

David's next scenario

2008-02-11T14:31:00.003Z

And his sheeps!!!
Ok.

(photo above Joana Sobral)

The distance I run

2008-02-10T00:12:00.001Z

Still it feels like
I'm running to you

Cenários Tipográficos 2

2008-01-31T17:02:00.001Z

All these plastic beautiful things
Yeah, they're alright.
Anyway, just call me
Be there any time soon.

Love your imperfections
That's who I am
That's what I'm made of
Here's where I'll stand. Ok?

Cenários Tipográficos 1

2008-01-11T17:48:00.001Z

A bird flying to close to the ground.

2007-12-03T23:28:00.000Z

That's me!

Is this ugly?

2007-11-13T01:24:00.000Z

And what about this?

Well... I guess it "looks" a bit like this

2007-11-12T02:37:00.000Z

This is not a sad song

Everything's coming to a grinding halt

2007-10-22T16:11:00.000+01:00

yes, you are

2007-10-12T02:01:00.000+01:00

He's walking along with a soul in his lungs.
If you stare at him long you can find a new side.
Everyone thinks they've got a new phrase.

but your still miles away, still miles away, i said still miles away
POLYPHONIC SPREE

As we walk

2007-10-06T00:31:00.002+01:00

Take them as yours
As we walk toward that bridge
Let them know we are here
And fear us

We are all the rest
We are above and beneath
The lights won't arm you
You are with me

Understand:
This is only the beginning

There will be no end

É mais fácil se continuares a andar
Just don't stand still

"How
can
mo
ments
go
so
slow?"

A river that can't find the sea

2007-10-03T13:23:00.000+01:00

Waiting for me

2007-09-30T15:11:00.000+01:00

Happiness is just around the corner.

2007-09-26T15:13:00.001+01:00

Says Lisa.

I lost two cities

2007-09-12T17:15:00.002+01:00

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

One Art ELIZABETH BISHOP

Just like you said it should be

2007-09-06T02:39:00.000+01:00

Dance me

2007-08-30T02:46:00.000+01:00

In a sweet carousel
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
LEONARD COHEN

Paroles des chansons perdu

2007-08-28T02:58:00.001+01:00

Le vent qui frappe à ma porte
Me parle des amours mortes

Que reste-t-il de tout cela
Dites-le-moi
Un petit village, un vieux clocher
Un paysage si bien caché
Et dans un nuage le cher visage
De mon passé
CHARLES TRENET

Mas o que mais admiro nos franceses é mesmo a geometria do açucar.
{aqui, Alexey Brodovitch}

Existimos melhor.

2007-08-21T23:47:00.000+01:00

De todas as razões para existir nenhuma me ocorre ser mais importante do que a vontade de existir melhor. E sim, somos felizes.
Mesmo Boris dizia:
"Estar no chão sobre esta areia com um pouco de vento e a cabeça vazia; ou então andar e ver tudo, e fazer coisas, fazer casas de pedra para as pessoas, dar-lhes carros, luz, tudo o que a gente pode ter, para que possam também não fazer nada e ficar em cima da areia, ao sol, e ter a cabeça vazia e dormir com mulheres."

Ou será que não estou a perceber?

Saberás escorrer-te de mim

2007-08-18T06:45:00.000+01:00

Amanhã, como não te espero,
enquanto não vens,
não te quero meu
não te quero vem.

Para que fiz eu este desenho
se não consigo vê-lo.

As if I didn't already knew
this is a decadente tear.

All you can do is lick it.
Lick it, lickey, like it, lick, lick, lick.
That is...

link: Capitão Romance, Ornatos Violeta

2007-08-02T16:01:00.001+01:00

Quando terminarem os dias longos
saberei que passaste por mim numa outra estrada.

2007-07-26T15:35:00.000+01:00

Livre de todo o cenário encantador, com vista a criar-se único e inteiro, percebe que a complexidade ambígua deixa de ser um fardo absconso. E neste impluso, nesta utopia, estamos no presente, sempre no presente, um presente eterno e sem repetição, estimulante.

adaptado de JOELLE GHAZARIAN
in Manifesto da SCUM de VALERIE SOLANAS, Fenda
"Tentei ligar-me ao vazio, mas não dá resultado. O vazio não corresponde"

A dura verdade de um dia metálico.

2007-07-20T01:49:00.000+01:00

– Hoje?
– Não. Mais tarde.
– Como se o metal frio na pele não fosse suficiente, ainda me queres de dentes presos nele.
– Pois quero.

2007-07-19T04:23:00.000+01:00

Pendura-me os medos também.
Eles que fiquem espalhados pela parede vermelha.

some images from the artist DAVID LYNCH
see more

Somewhere over

2007-07-14T13:14:00.000+01:00

quando e sempre esperaremos aqui, junto a esta parede, todas as coisas que não podemos ser, enquanto formos apenas

2007-07-09T17:08:00.000+01:00

Imagino-te ali, de pé na parede, braços atrás, a olhar para a direita longe e a balouçar ligeiramente o corpo.
A seguir imagino-me a mim também.

Take me internally.

2007-06-20T20:06:00.000+01:00

some words ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN
from JV LS Soundtrack

Quick, quick, down!

2007-06-18T01:14:00.000+01:00

Stay down
Keep warning me: "Stay down!"

Why don't you all go f... y... s...!
Humm!?

Now, take a closer look

2007-06-16T17:06:00.000+01:00

And tell me, please, who am I,
Cause I've found a strange place to be,
Yet so damned comfortable!

"Unphotographable

2007-06-12T00:15:00.000+01:00

Sweet comic valentine"
Somewhere close to this
Some said: close enough to this
Am I

Primeira folha da carta. Capítulo I

2007-06-04T03:27:00.000+01:00

Está a ficar calor.
Quero ir para a praia.
Tenho coisas para te dizer.

Também ando para trás.
Mas gosto de limonada e do sabor do mar na minha boca.
Na tua também.

O sal nas costas e um tecido qualquer.
Tenho o coração ligado à boca.
Vi um filme agora e quero um para mim.

A Juliete sou eu.
Posso voltar do méxico já?
Ou fico lá para sempre?

Nada disto existe.
Eu não sou nada.
Eu quero mais.

Hospital Effects

2007-05-31T01:16:00.001+01:00

a seguir, já só vejo um arrastar da imagem

2007-05-30T18:49:00.000+01:00

depressa voltamos a uma dormência estúpida
mandamos um chuto de qualquer coisa que nos anestesie
para voltarmos a sentir o bicho à esquerda, no peito,
numa calmia próxima de um doido em camisa de forças

"passa nada", passa nada... schhhh

2007-05-20T15:51:00.000+01:00

Os meus sonhos atraiçoam-me.
Acordada vou rematando os pontos
Termino os meus vestidos suspensos
Puxo-os para baixo com força
e cozo-os uns aos outros muito bem
Mas mal fecho os olhos
rasgas-me tudo

over now

2007-05-18T20:55:00.000+01:00

And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once

Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light

some words from
REGINA SPEKTOR

Sinto buracos por todo o lado

2007-05-08T03:11:00.001+01:00

É esta a sensação que permanece.
Um pouco como aquele retrato em Paris: um sorriso nos lábios e um olhar não.
Vai à merda mais a tua existência. Corrosiva.
Espero para ver o que fica de tanto desgaste.
É por lá que se verte o prazer.
Não enche, não dá. Sai todo pelos buracos.
Sinto buracos por todo o lado.

existência, s.f. qualidade de tudo que é real ou existe,
e também a base de todas as outras coisas

agora.

2007-05-01T00:50:00.000+01:00

caminho.

outrora rainha do teu vasto e estranho reino.
caminho.

fuck!

2007-04-30T23:35:00.000+01:00

muitas palavras. nunca mais poderei ouvir. caminho, bem, mal, coisa tão certa, caminho, todas as músicas, nunca me faça mal, completamente seu, meu mundo era mais mundo, areia branca, caracóis, chega de saudade, você é minha, a rainha do meu velho e vasto estranho reino, onde está, agora... PLAY EM TODAS! PISTOLAS AO PEITO! DISPARA AGORA! Agora...

– Vou andando,

2007-04-18T02:06:00.000+01:00

escondida atrás da desenvoltura dos primeiros impactos, na tentativa de abstracção dos pensamentos reais. A aguardar o seguinte. A tentar tirar do pé esquerdo o cimento quase seco. E depois do direito. Sacudir, sacudir!!!

Depreeeessa, por favor!

Chegaste a perceber o que querias de mim?
Pareceu-te real? Se calhar foi só uma pressa de ti em mim.

Mais dias.

2007-04-17T02:16:00.000+01:00

Flutuamos mais, e temos menos âncoras...
Falo por mim, claro.

Na estúpida importância dos dias vou-me esquecendo de mim. E embora estejam mais longos, não são por isso mais meus.

2007-04-16T20:18:00.000+01:00

A D J A G C

2007-04-10T00:25:00.000+01:00

Drip dripdripdripdrip kinda like,
drip dripdripdripdrip kinda like,
drip dripdripdripdrip kinda like,
like the loose end of the night
THE KILLS

in my heart there's flowers growin' on the grave of our old love

2007-03-27T22:40:00.000+01:00

They say it fades if you let it,
love was made to forget it.
I carved your name across my eyelids,
you pray for rain I pray for blindness.

The only thing that you keep changin' is your name.
Your name is the only word that I can say.

some changed words from ARCADE FIRE

Postcards from Italy

2007-03-25T16:04:00.001+01:00

The times we had
when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go
Never to go

And I will love to see that day
That day is MINE
The day was mine
Those were OUR times

mine, mine, mine, mine, m........
some words from BEIRUT

No dia em que chegámos a esta estação...

2007-03-21T15:20:00.000Z

...nunca partimos.

vs

2007-03-20T23:30:00.000Z

Vermelho

2007-03-19T19:54:00.000Z

"...espírito de contradição, tendência à mitomania e à mentira, impulsividade, gosto pelo devaneio, propensões eróticas e ciumentas..."
DUNKER, CRISTIAN INGO LENZ, A Loucura Histérica e a Psicose, revista Mental, Novembro 2006, número 005, pág 58

chamam-lhe: loucura histérica
eu chamo-lhe: paixão

Coloured Flowers, please!

2007-03-18T19:32:00.000Z

Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away,
As with your shadow I these did play.
More Flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Sunday monster

2007-03-18T18:44:00.000Z

Yeah it's coming
Out of this world
Yeah, I'm lucky
Lucky girl

What a monsta
What a night
What a lover
What a fight

Hell ain't half full
Take me with you

Meet Ze Monsta PJ HARVEY

Tchékhov, a lágrima e o riso

2007-03-16T18:50:00.000Z

... Onde há arte, onde há talento,
não há velhice,
nem solidão,
nem doença,
e até a morte
é só por metade...
O Conto do Cisne SVETLOVÍDOV

www.aescoladanoite.pt/paginas/012-disponiveis.html

Sonnet LVI

2007-03-12T02:06:00.000Z

SWEET LOVE, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpen'd in his former might:
So, love, be thou; although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.
(...)

The Sonnets
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Camadas gráficas. Amores perfeitos.

2007-03-11T16:35:00.000Z

Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love’s fire heats water, water cools not love.

The Sonnets
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

–Porque é que nunca me ofereceste um vestido?

2007-03-02T03:01:00.000Z

– Porque na dança não há bis.

(foto JB)

E então?

2007-03-01T03:21:00.000Z

Vamos fazer arroz de lulas?

Assim:

2007-03-01T03:11:00.000Z

não consigo viver em mim.

Querida Insónia

2007-02-22T04:35:00.000Z

Queridos amores perdidos.
Queridos amigos por quem estou loucamente apaixonada.
Eterna e terrena paixão!
simples

Caroline diz assim:

2007-02-21T03:11:00.000Z

E a Lisa:

Take the dream glasses off
And see again

P

2007-02-18T23:42:00.000Z

Luzinha que só se vê pelo canto do olho...
Que desaparece quando viramos a cara para a ver...
bof
Nunca mais estou viva.
Nem tu.

To love is to... what?
fuck you
and marry me young!

Oblivion

2007-02-16T13:38:00.000Z

There was this place
Before you left
That was the storyteller

I’ll miss you forever
But all along I want to go
Into oblivion
LISA GERMANO

O que nos diz Lisa sobre um dia assim?

2007-02-16T13:27:00.000Z

Hey hey
It’s just a rainy day

Hey hey
It’s just a lonely day
I was so sure
Love would be the cure
But you’ve gone wrong you used to play along
I will love you when I am
So cool just the way I can

After winter
Comes another storm

It’s the color of remembering
And the weirdness of forgetting
In the shiver in the freaking out
See the live ones see ‘em taking off
It’s the color of happy endings
In another world beginning
In the could time
In the maybe world

I was thinking I might like it there
In the future I was wondering
How many birds you’re gonna bring me?

LISA GERMANO After monday; In the maybe world

let me hear you scream, if you want some more

2007-02-14T21:07:00.000Z

baby! it's your turn.

V day T pen

2007-02-14T20:19:00.000Z

Querido:

2007-02-05T12:37:00.000Z

Por favor não demores.
Que, para além do céu, também o meu coração já se rasga.

E a casa do mundo reaparece em seguida

2007-02-05T11:46:00.000Z

Chasing a bluer sky

2007-01-21T23:57:00.000Z

I'm still here, by this river

2007-01-18T21:43:00.000Z

Through the day
As if on an ocean
Waiting here,
Always failing to remember why we came:
I wonder why we came.

You talk to me
as if from a distance
And I reply
With impressions chosen from another time.
BRIAN ENO