Roots & Horizons - Field Notes II
The first boards and mason jars appeared on the day of Isabel Meyrelles’ Raízes e Horizontes exhibition . Gifts from the street, still carrying dust and possibility. Later, Miragaia opened a door to an acquaintance brother’s flat with a garden you had to find by intuition. Brushes, office tools, more mason jars, books for my mother, small decorative pieces, a collection of stamps. Objects with memory still clinging to them. Things that had already served a life and were ready to be useful again. At first the garden seemed invisible, only later revealing its narrow entrance, wild and uncurated, half-secret. The kind of place that makes you walk slower, aware of how green carries silence. From it, came pots, including a beautiful red one. There was a hush in that garden like a secret kept by time itself.. A sense that something was listening back. It felt both tender and wild, ordinary and enchanted, like stepping into a pause in time. A small paradise in the city. The silence the...
