André França
Chorus of an old song

Made on the beach opposite my home, this series is a slow and silent game that plays with time. It stems from an openness to relate to a never-ending flow, where I occupy a dynamic place. An exercise in encounters, an examination of surfaces, random music, a response to a context, a passionate and erratic existence, a witness to recurrence, a challenge to memory, a fleeting glimpse of chaos, meditation on summer afternoons, an insight into the uncertainty of language, understanding of objects, appeasement of fantasies, temporary organization of chance events.

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