Roots & Horizons - Field Notes II
The first boards and mason jars appeared on the day of Isabel Meyrelles’ Raízes e Horizontes exhibition. Gifts from the street, still carrying dust and possibility.
Later, Miragaia opened a door to an acquaintance brother’s flat with a garden you had to find by intuition. Brushes, office tools, more mason jars, books for my mother, small decorative pieces, a collection of stamps. Objects with memory still clinging to them. Things that had already served a life and were ready to be useful again.
At first the garden seemed invisible, only later revealing its narrow entrance, wild and uncurated, half-secret. The kind of place that makes you walk slower, aware of how green carries silence. From it, came pots, including a beautiful red one.
There was a hush in that garden like a secret kept by time itself.. A sense that something was listening back. It felt both tender and wild, ordinary and enchanted, like stepping into a pause in time. A small paradise in the city. The silence there was alive, present.
Since then, the days have smelled of soap and boiling water. The soft percussion of cleansing and reuse.
The boards found on the day of Isabel Meyrelles’ exhibition are now washed, dried, and taking colour. Paint spreads easily, as if remembering where it came from.
Between the exhibition’s echo and the Sunday in Miragaia, the city kept offering: a plastic cover bright as new, ready to protect gardening, and other materials, shoe boxes to hold order, everyday gifts waiting on corners.
Raízes e Horizontes (Roots and Horizons) continues. Not only as an exhibition, but as a practice of attention: finding what still breathes in the overlooked, and letting it speak again.
Two beginnings speaking to each other: what is given, what is found. La Licorne soap waits in its box. A quiet emblem of what remains intact until the right moment to use.
[image: canvas paiting + some found boards © Raquel Pinheiro]
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