Location: Porto/ Satao
I arrived into Porto, a little discombobulated and to rain after my system was a-tuned to high heat of moroccan desert. acclimated to the european way, walking 15 km a day and feasting on tapas.
Porto is a beautiful city. Hard at times to swallow the beauty of a place, when the wealth was from colonization. Extraction and slavery in other lands the bedrock of the grandeur.
Called away from the city, with pigments packed from the atlas mountains. I took a string of buses to Satao. Greeted on a land with many families, sharing a 40 hectare plot. Farming and raising their children. Cultivating a life connected to nature and family.
I spent the 10 days, painting their school they built on the land. It was infused with swimming, farm fresh meals and beautiful runs in the woods.
The mineral pigment from Morocco was mixed with with a flour paste binder, wheat paste. A paint you could eat or spread upon your face. The mural is as temporary our time on this planet. This is a journey of connecting with materials and where they are from.
Grateful as always for those who host me and the beauty they share.
