I worked in a film where we traveled all over Portugal up north. After that, we traveled South: Portugal, Spain, Marroc, we went until Fes. By car. He went back Brazil, I stayed in Lisbon and I am now considering to move to London.
How poetic can be space: the geographic space, the one we see, the one we can touch, but also all the imaginary space, all the in betweens, all the shades and nuances of spaces.
How many kind of spaces can we cross? How does space influence the way we live in our body, in our minds, in our joys, in our freedom?
To travel to Marroc, to travel by land, feeling all the way, touching all the colors was a spiritual journey, a learning experience of freedom. I traveled just for fun, to enjoy, to relax on the way. Usually I travel for work, to shoot, to go to festivals... Now, that I am in Lisbon, without finding a job, with no money at all, I really feel I am in a sort of jail somehow. And I don't know what to do with my life... I feel arrested in this place without options or money, a place of solitude, very much alike an island. I am seeing London as an option to be able to find work. I don't see it as a poetic space, but more as an effective place where I can keep working doing what I do, being who I am...
