The show pays homage to the unknown subject who builds our daily life and routine yet an unacknowledged existence, a hazy mist within the box we call memory and reason : — “but…who is actually this guy?”
Fictional subjects, so far unknown, take their place in the gallery space among solitaires, this time an homage to Porto, a city where you still regularly witness someone walking carrying a single flower or small bouquets so appropriate for solitaire vases that, although humble, embellish the eyes and the environment and precipitate the transcendental behind such a sophisticated architecture of petals and scent.