STOMOCTOPUS

Flag Takeover - a work about the margins, oposite centralities

the margin is boiling, it is everything that has not been done in a new life. Those who are not close run from afar, and their stomach tightens, their yawns are screams, the shadow has a shape and the light is a giant; neither fat nor elegant, just hunger, a place as angry as blindness, burning wood without a fire and all the will of the world.

the center is gluttony, a blind stomach hungry for what already exists, it is myopia, it is always daytime, we already have everything. the center chews, eats again, receives well, gives back little to those who came from afar to give.

my flag is a pirate, it's a dirty flag made of taut cloth, an octopus turned inside out, a stomach wall left in the air, the flesh of which now belongs to all of us.

my flag is a pirate flag, raised high, taken by storm to have a voice, it is a fat maw bitten into the iron, a lit fire.

came from outside, marked his place.

IMINENTE FESTIVAL, Lisbon, 2023