#6 - On the Portuguese Railways train that skirts the Tagus River, a landscape made of rocks draws the double of a fragmented landscape on the river: the desire to create a landscape reflecting the night.

#32 - Nightfall: birds slowly fall silent; frogs in the early evening; the persisting sound of the crickets – a mix of sounds – the shrill sound produced by a nocturnal bird. The first lunar reflection comes across the cliff, animal ecstasy; the image of the moon rippling on the river; the continuing music is frenetic. The dead hour: animals seem tired; silence; furtive sounds. The moon is paler; the time feels strange, resting; the birds sound their first songs: dawn.

From the diaries of the Tagus River

Artist notes typed on paper

Museu da Electricidade, Lisboa

2015

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Fundação EDP