Sala de Fiestas
Since my childhood I used listen to my mother’s holiday memories and later to the adventures of older guys who during the weekends escaped through the north-western border.
The territory of hybrid identity, crossed by a river with idyllic landscapes while dividing Portugal from Spain, has been a place of delight. Foremost an area of vivid interchange induced by the passage of progress and decay that over time began to leave marks along the landscape.
Today, decades after the Schengen agreement and the economic crisis that hit Europe, 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