TRACK, MARGIN, CLARION | All it takes is for a bird to fly

BASTA QUE UM PÁSSARO VOE is a creation by Rui Dias Monteiro (photography) and Vítor Ferreira (text) developed in the context of the multidisciplinary project "Rastro, Margem, Clarão", in which a collective of creators in the performing arts, visual arts and essayists set out to think about the writing of Rui Nunes (b. 1945) in its heterogeneities, thematic nodes and concerns, in a bold and heuristically transdisciplinary approach.

BASTA QUE UM PÁSSARO VOE

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TRACK, MARGIN, CLARION | All it takes is for a bird to fly

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BASTA QUE UM PÁSSARO VOE is a creation by Rui Dias Monteiro (photography) and Vítor Ferreira (text) developed in the context of the multidisciplinary project “Rastro, Margem, Clarão”, in which a collective of creators in the performing arts, visual arts and essayists set out to think about the writing of Rui Nunes (b. 1945) in its heterogeneities, thematic nodes and concerns, in a bold and heuristically transdisciplinary approach.

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– see how everything moves. All it takes is for a bird to fly for the world to move. These are the very simple things I see. The only ones I can think of.

Rui Nunes, Portrait Album

Montemor-o-Novo, 2020. Trace, margin, flash. To set the world in motion: at last, I say the missing prayer. This photograph is also mine. I told you that you would find it. There were images waiting for you on this road, which, alone and together, we took on different days, at different speeds, under different weather conditions. I finally paid what I owed you: a Cristal beer, a bottle of water, in a café in Paião.

The title of this book, suggested by RDM, appropriates the excerpt above, but does not conclude it. Instead, it demands an exercise in imagination from those who see the photographs. The exercise of seeing must be, above all, a doubt. It’s enough for a bird to fly: what for? It’s up to each of us to see, that is, to invent a fiction.

(The light is different here. It cuts through the thorns with its warmth)

After the photo. The two birds have already taken off. The sun is almost down. So let’s close with the last fragment of Album of Portraits, with these final words, so exact in their stuttering:

It is no longer known who started this long speech, people were born from it and successively erased from it, some were reborn to complete interrupted descriptions or prolong unknowns

the world is a varied forest: says the narrator. He feels his own adventure is almost over and fears the opacity of a house that has been definitively built

(this is my abandonment)

Ecce homo.

[Excerto do ensaio de Vítor Ferreira]