Art and stuff I like | Male, 30's, Portuguese | Work in the field of art history, urban landscape, cultural heritage | I like to drink and eat in good company; to observe art, nature and people; read good books | For credits/rights click on images or links

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eyescapemagazine: INES MARINHO My grandfather João died in January 1989 and I was born one year and three months after. I got to know him by looking at old photos, smelling his smoking pipes and his old books and by hearing stories. He was a cod fishing ship captain. He sailed to Norway and Newfoundland in Canada and spent most of the time abroad at the sea. Some years ago, my grandmother found my grandfather’s diary from the late 40’s and brought it to my sisters and I could read it. He wrote simply and beautifully about the life at sea, about feeling so hopeful sometimes and so pessimist about life at other times, about feeling unsure of how to spend one’s life. “Será esta a minha vida?”(Is this the right life for me?) he wonders in one of the entries. I also read about his fondness for photography, which made me guess that I got that interest from him. This project is an attempt to search for my grandfather and to rediscover the town where I grew up. After several years living far away from Vila do Conde, I started spending more time in my hometown. The motivation for the project came from contradictory feelings of nostalgia on one hand, and on the other, a willingness to discover this place, to return to my childhood, to find “home”. I started exploring the town at dawn, while it still sleeps, enjoying the moments when the public places are free from people and noise, and the air is filled with mist. So I currently keep going near the sea and the river, places that were always appealing to me and where I can observe the boats and fishermen arriving from the ocean. Likewise, Vila do Conde’s history originates in the river and the sea. Its port was an important harbour in the Portuguese discoveries dating from the XVI century. In this way, I also explore my grandfather’s life. I sit at his desk, I read his diary, I hold his captain’s hat in my hands. I look at the photos he took in the middle of frozen seas. I take his Canon AE-1 - the last camera he used -, I join local fishermen for some fishing nights. This series explores the feeling Milan Kundera displays in his novel “Nostalgia”, where he explains the etymological origin of the word: “The return, in Greek, is called ”nostos “. “Algos” means suffering. Nostalgia is therefore the suffering caused by the unsatisfied desire to return”. Inês Marinho is a photographer from Portugal. She studied communication design at the Fine Arts school in Porto and professional photography at IED - Madrid. Since her early age she’s been fascinated by stories, both in books and films. Today she uses photography as the basis for her own storytelling. Photography is her way to discover, explore and express herself and the reality around her. www.inesmarinho.com
#photo #portugal
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signorformica Felix Nussbaum (Osnabrück, 1894 – Auschwitz-Birkenau, 1944): Die trostlose Straße - The Cheerless Road; or: The cat that walks alone. German-Jewish artist, the rise of the Nazi party caught him in Rome. Refusing to obey the lines given to Mussolini by Goebbels —namely, that German artists settled in Italy had to promote the Aryan race—, Nussbaum flees to France with his wife, and then Brussels. After the fall of Belgium in 1940, Nussbaum is arrested by Belgian police as a “hostile alien” German, and taken to a camp in France. On the train ride to Germany, he manages to escape and is reunited with Felka in Brussels, beginning, as a Jew, a life in hiding. In July, 1944 —Brussels would be liberated in September—, Nussbaum and his wife were found hiding in an attic by German armed forces. They were arrested and sent to Auschwitz. Just a week later Felix was murdered at the age of 39. Bibliothèque Infernale on FB
#painting #painter #france #felix nussbaum #jewish