"Can you imagine if the Duma women are looking in our direction, whether they're watching us, but it is not easy to be sure. What complicates this is not the definitive absence of the image of his eyes, since their eyes are so prevalent, are undeniable, have temperature. What harm can not know its real direction is that we ignore the provision of the mirrors that surround them and the thickness of the lens through which we observe. The uncertainty of these data will not let us know the exact distance to which we are and what the precise contours of the relationship we share with them. The uncertainty of these data prevents us from knowing anything about ourselves, and thus before the shape and color, we are a prospect, someone, an entity that was born on a given day and arrived here, carrying existential doubts. A life that seems so far that it seems everything is submerged in these questions. The women in the Duma and set a world we can not know if you are near us and we can kiss them, or if we are to see it through binoculars, telescopes, and we are forever inaccessible. If there are no mirrors or lenses, then it is more difficult. We are people and make little sense towards perfection. We can not walk, stumble into ourselves, and we are sure that everyone will be able to realize our shortcomings. We do not know nearly everything about us. Collected a few words of which we know nothing and do not want to discuss in the presence of women in the Duma. Would be to expose our weakness, our weakness, which is the same as saying it would expose ourselves. Women are strong in the Duma. Until his weakness is a form of force. Given this intensity, the optimists rehearse a sort of smile, pretend, do what feels most appropriate, most certainly ignore your reality and act, become a character. Believe, therefore, women of the Duma, will thank them as equals. The others in the same place, do not pretend, because they know that without lenses, are at a distance where the women of the Duma will be able to hear them breathe, could even feel her breath on the surface of the neck, in the delicacy of the skin pore to pore. They also know that if there were mirrors, may be appointed in their own direction and, if so, the women reflect the Duma sure that is the mystery and fragility, at every moment of color or shade, which gives life to life. "Joseph Luís Peixoto
Text of the exhibition "Sweet" at the Galeria São Mamede, from March 24 to April 26, 2011.
