The Golden Blind Brilliant God Smiling
/ O Dourado Cego Brilhante Deus Sorridente


‘Whenever I talk about photography, in a way I feel I am thinking between a ghost and a sheet.
Because a photograph has this illusory side to it-it makes us believe we are seeing a thing when in actual fact we are only seeing its reference, which is a kind of shroud, or simulacrum, or representation. But besides its reference, the photograph is also materic, it has size and surface, it is an image in itself. Because no matter how illusory, translucent and inexplicable a ghost maybe, it still carries the burden of being a sheet that floats without explanation or logic.’

Quote of artist and friend Sofia Borges, with who I worked extensively on the 33rd São Paulo Biennial.

> The infinite history of things