Carlos Andrade

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PORTUGAL, 1968.

The stone represents and often mistakes itself in its fragility with the human condition. Once again time goes by and its epidermis crystalizes and grafts to my skin creating new limits and
frontiers difficult to overcome.
In the beginning its always the mater, afterwards, a slow and patient struggle with the limits of it. Sometimes anxiety leads to mistake. The materiality is also essence, the object a concept.
The skin is the edge of the body in space and time but also a wall that separates us from the Universe. Where memory is like marble dust. Light from an untenable lightness.