A picture is generally placed on the wall. The pictures from this exposition, when not on the ceiling, cross through the walls. You may see it. They invade space, project themselyes beyond the vertical dimension, in a time which is not the Present.

I think I know why:

These pictures are doors and windows kindly res1ored, piece by piece, and which one day opened to other sceneries, in a differente time.

I appreciated accompaning the architect Jorge Eduardo on one of his expeditions to demolition deposits, where scraps from our architectura/ memory, piled worn-out pieces of our "incultchure", rot.

Later, I saw the carpenter Jorge Eduardo clean these pieces one by one, rubbing out the paint work layer by layer. I saw him smell and caress the wood, and heard when he talked about the beauty of the fibres, the pleasant smell of the resin and ahout the simple charm of the cuts and undercuts carved by other carpenters, who must hy now be already af Saint Joseph's workshop, behind the clouds I see through the skylight.

However, the best part was to watch the painter Jorge Eduardo create the earth and the trees on the earth, the water, the air" the light, with very thin brushes, detail after detail, with incredible marksmanship, searching for a precise expression of colour and shape, weight and size, space and... I had better stop before it turns into criticism.

Criticism must be the last thing to touch a work of art, because Art is not made for it. I am not a critic. I am here because we share the studio and because we are friends.

Thus, in everyday companionship I learned to see why these pictures go beyond walls. It is because there is a lot of work and love in them.

Humherto Borges
May 31, 1984.