Sala de Fiestas
Soon I used to give ear to my mother’s remembrances about her holidays near the border. Later, over and over I listened to identical stories of older guys who during sunny weekends escaped through the same north-western frontier looking for adventure.
Along idyllic landscapes, a river crosses a land of hybrid identity, cutting Portugal from Spain, it’s for decades a place of delight. Foremost a territory of vivid interchange induced by the passage of progress and decay, that over time began to leave marks along the landscape.
Today, long after the Schengen agreement which abolished internal borders, some cities remain a place on the map, an illusory space between two southern countries waiting to be reinvented. Even so, modern and old gather around a liquid but human space, marked by ambiguities and contradictions common of the border areas.
2014 – 2015