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Notes on discomfort
Manuel Tainha
[24/03/22 - 30/04/22]

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Exhibition View

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

The height of the throat, 2022

Embroidery on velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

The height of the throat, 2022

Embroidery on velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

The height of the throat, 2022

Embroidery on velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of The height of the throat, 2022

Embroidery on velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of The height of the throat, 2022

Embroidery on velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Midnight, 2022

Bleach on cotton and burned velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Midnight, 2022

Bleach on cotton and burned velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of Midnight, 2022

Bleach on cotton and burned velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of Midnight, 2022

Bleach on cotton and burned velvet

250×300 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Brief joints, 2022

Burned velvet 

60×50 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Brief joints, 2022

Burned velvet

60×50 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Exhibition View

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

One storey house, 2022

Bleach on cotton velvet and burned velvet

100×80 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of One storey house, 2022

Bleach on cotton velvet and burned velvet

100×80 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Dragon, 2022

Burned velvet 

50×30 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of Dragon, 2022

Burnt velvet 

50×30 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Exhibition View

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Solo de mi (after Canaletto), 2022

Embroidery and bleach on cotton velvet

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Solo de mi (after Canaletto), 2022

Embroidery and bleach on cotton velvet

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of Solo de mi (after Canaletto), 2022

Embroidery and bleach on cotton velvet

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Exhibition View

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

N.O.V.A (after Torre Vasco da Gama), 2022

Burned velvet 

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

N.O.V.A (after Torre Vasco da Gama), 2022

Burned velvet 

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of N.O.V.A (after Torre Vasco da Gama), 2022

Burned velvet 

150×110 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Striated chest, 2022

Burned velvet 

50×30 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Striated chest, 2022

Burned velvet 

50×30 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Exhibition View

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Notes on discomfort, 2022

Burned velvet 

170×140 cm

Foco Galeria Notes on discomfort

Detail of Notes on discomfort, 2022

Burned velvet

170×140 cm

The Visitor

He entered the old theatre at dusk.
You know the one, with its stone remnants
Casting shadows from the tallest hill of the city.
His footfall set off a swallow. Brusk.

On the horizon, he saw the Sail.
You’ve been there, the one facing the ocean
Saluting his conquering ancestors’ glories of the past.
Flapping in the wind. Strong, yet frail.

From the artists’ entrance, he made
His way behind the stage, slowly running
The tips of his fingers on the sooty walls.
His forefathers had been builders. He strayed.

He caught a whiff of chlorine, or was it a memory,
You know, the kind that makes you settle the candle
On the wooden floor and graze your palms over the flame.
A soft touch became an abrasive stroke. Emery.

He reached the velvety curtains with his hands
He pressed gently where the fabric was thick and plush,
And hard where the panne was used and thin.
They all left an impression on him.

The flame flickered, but it didn’t go out.
He carved his sculptures in half-light, caressed their surface,
The drawings appeared, shape-shifting in a dance.
As forests need fire, so seeds can sprout.

There, walking through the rubbles of the past,
Raising burning particles of light and dust. He knew.
That so long as any vestiges of his legacy remain,
Breakdowns came before breakthroughs.

Stars implode before they are supernovas. Hollow.
Outside, the canvas is flapping faster.
Present and past images sawn into the fog.
Release the grounds and start anew. The swallow.

It flew towards the Sail and became one. Far.
You know the feeling, confusion lifting, light as love.
As no transformation comes without mending scars.
On top of the ruins, he watched them melting with the stars.

Cristina Sanchez-Kozyreva