Threshold
Meditations on the poetry of António Ramos Rosa
This is where the centre opens.
Your body is reborn
into a flower of the earth.
Everything begins.
Eis o lugar em que o centrose abre.
O teu corpo renasce
à flor da terra.
Tudo principia.
(Ink on traditional gesso, 2.4mx1.2m)
I feel the pulse of the earth
in her dark splendour.
Sinto o pulsar da terra
no seu obscuro esplendor.
(Ink on paper, 2.4mx1.2m)
Savour the slow emanation
of the threshold. Sip otherness.
Open the light with dazzled hands.
Trace the elusive figure of origin.
Saborear a lenta emanação
do limiar. Sorver a alteridade.
Abrir a luz com deslumbradas mãos.
Traçar a fugidia figura da origem.
(Ink on paper)
Field of Reeds
My studio looks out onto the Tay reed beds: a vast impenetrable world emerging from the waters.
I am reminded of the Egyptian description of the afterlife as A'aru, the Field of Reeds.
"Waters of Nun" (2024)
Ink on paper
"A'aru" (2024, 1.5mx1.2m)
Ink on traditional gesso
"I emerged from the primeval waters,
I am the essence of the gods"
(Spell to be transformed into a heron)
Ink on traditional gesso, 2024
"Mound" (2024)
Ink on paper