Cartas do Funchal

In the first few months I painted very little, just a few colorful blue drawings with colored pencils.

The silence and isolation that I didn't want to avoid forced me to live with the letters. I had understood that the enchanted island is not a simulacrum, that the island is, like life, a space of adventure, that all forms are elliptical, that all ellipses are like life and the island, possibilities of full communication.

Almost every day letters arrived from Lisbon, but when there were delays, even short ones, I felt a great expectation. In May, after one of these delays, I started keeping the scraps of paper so that nothing from each letter would be lost.