This is a kind of a piece, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t … is part of a process of a performance that I did in Brazil… ‘from a dialogue with the subtleties that we insist on calling horizon’
But in Portugal the horizons met each other, the power of the meet, the meet of the ocean and the land was amazing, I was standing on the rocks and from time to time, the subtlety that lives on where the sea still exists after the sea, where the blue or grey sky insists on turn into night… disappeared. The day turned into a noisy and white moment
Just the horizon that I was holding was still there, that line, which first was tangential with the subtleties that we insist on calling horizon, now was the horizon itself. I was covered by the water… a sublime moment. I think that I was supposed to feel fear, but I was to amazed about that, living that. I was so there!
The action was stopped because it was getting dangerous, and I had to get out… I left with a big smile on my face, and with a tangle reel on my hands, wet by the sea and by the sky, I was holding the horizon as it is, something that we can’t hold on.
Cascais, Portugal, March 2013
Photos: Ana Wander Bastos