Haris Epaminonda and Francisco Tropa at Vera Cortês Art Agency / Lisbon

Haris Epaminonda and Francisco Tropa / átrio e peristilo da casa dos amores dourados


Curated by João Mourão

21 May – 25 June 2016

 Haris Epaminonda

 Francisco Tropa
Francisco Tropa

 Haris Epaminonda

 Francisco Tropa
 Haris Epaminonda
 Haris Epaminonda
 Francisco Tropa
 Haris Epaminonda

Haris Epaminonda
We shall begin with a collage: the piece by Haris Epaminonda from which
this exhibition takes its title. Overlaying and juxtaposition, what is visible
and what is hidden, newly formed relations and the invention of new
images could have been the starting points for this project. And they
might have. Maybe the way I see and think about art is composed of
collages. In my head, the works of Haris Epaminonda and those of
Francisco Tropa have resonated together too many times. They occupy
the same spaces, they stand still in the same place, unveiling artefacts
and creating narratives that, like collages, were made of connections,
omissions, and discoveries.
I will share with you a dream I had. While taking a nap in some lazy
afternoon, I saw myself entering a house, but didn’t go further than the
entrance atrium, where I felt the anticipation of its interior. I decided not
to enter, what I found there was enough.
There, the world was decided in a match amid fountains and flowers.
A man hid behind a column and spoke to me in an unknown language
that, strangely, I could answer to. He called for me. I acquiesced. Farther
away, on the left, a group of men and women drank and played games.
They were creating geometrical shapes and talking about the world not
being just round and finite, but more than just this house of golden
adorations, in Pompey. We bathed ourselves in a fountain surrounded
by stones. With the water slightly over my knees, I looked up and saw
the peaks of the Himalayas.
What a strange world we’re in, where you can see the Himalayas
when standing in Pompey. What a strange world we’re in, where an exhi

bition comes to you in a dream.