André da Loba

These pieces were shown at the Circus Network Gallery. When I was invited to make the show, I was trilled to have another escuse to experiment with something new and then Covid hit and  strange times came to us all. Next summer we were all coming out of our dens again and this show was one of the first to open up in my city and the synopsis reflects very well the mood of the times: The war is over. Spring arrives full of purity, truth and affection. Devilish. Freedom daughter of winds, bright seeds, feathers, leaves and wild berries. Films and ancient floras. Insects. Little shadows. Small wounds. Little birds. Let the offspring be raised, the rest be damned. Your luck is to have courage. Cloud, rain. Take off your shoes and dive into the sky. The saint’s chest unties us, unties us. It rains. Lay down with the harvest. Full moon silence. Your pain is also the pain of the world, it tears everything from the trunk outwards. Sprout. Maybe this is love. <3