“Nao se ouve um ai” Comentários fechados em “Nao se ouve um ai”


In these days beyond time,

in the pain that won’t pass,

in this mantle of silence,

To those that have gone, that have left us grieving,

unable to pay last homage with a last embrace,

the last kiss.

They left on their own.

leaving us searching for comfort for this time,

in prayer, exorcism, pain.

Valter Vinagre

Mucifal, Sintra. 6th June 2020

Of the nature of things Comentários fechados em Of the nature of things

Of the nature of things

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.”

 [Diane Arbus]

In this sequence of images realised by Valter Vinagre, between 1999 e 2003, the photographer has captured an object which remits us to an idea of intimacy – a mattress – always in the same place, lost and displaced in a natural landscape getting that way transformed in an unexplainable and dissonant reality.

The photographer went back to this place, deliberately, during 5 years, searching for significance and wishing to build the testimony image of a consonance between that object and the landscape.

This search was unfruitful and the images have remained as if encapsulated in a drift of real significance. Although the documental significance of these images remains unrevealed and unknown, its path of sensible exploration, this rescue, now, from the time and place of its production, incorporates in it an expanded “punctum”.  

The significance of these images is not isolated anymore, absorbed in itself, it meets, although in a non premeditated way, a body of work, posterior, of capture of human remnants in the landscape, through marginal experiences connected to prostitution.

Only photography allows this complex elaboration of the significances beyond their temporal nature and matrix context, as a privileged medium of, in the heart of reality, making that same reality derive to the territory of contradiction and of its own impossibility.

That way, this sequence of images is revelatory of the conflict that photography has always had with the reality representation. Its historical and ontological ability for revealing and testifying has been facing, from the beginning, the significance and reality ghosts who do not let themselves be captured or whose trajectory remains undefined and volatile.

Valter Vinagre proceeds always a labour of the contradictory  visibility, through a continued research of the remnant image, or what the philosopher Jacques Rancière designates as “effect in the place of cause”, protecting any image of its easy voyeuristic condition.

Therefore, the possibility of representing through the demand made to the spectator of having the hard and difficult task of elaborating a sensible image is the condition of these images.  

To look is today one of the most complex systems of contemporary culture, and the images are the ones that execute the liberty of its significances which can make us more political, before the reality that they give back to us.

Emília Tavares.  Lisbon, 2016

The voice in the head Comentários fechados em The voice in the head

The voice in the head is a photographic essay by Valter Vinagre. The work was done in Vila Nova da Barquinha in 2015, during the first artistic residency organized by the Center for Contemporary Art Studies (CEAC ) and the municipality of Vila Nova da Barquinha.

Valter Vinagre Comentários fechados em Valter Vinagre

Work Station (Posto de trabalho) by Valter Vinagre at Museu da Electricidade, Fundação EDP Comentários fechados em Work Station (Posto de trabalho) by Valter Vinagre at Museu da Electricidade, Fundação EDP

Look Comentários fechados em Look

How do you photograph silence? How do you photograph what is invisible or veiled? This is a problem since photography exists – indeed, since image exists. Whether because concepts, rather than tangible realities, are at stake, or because such realities are totally hidden from the eye of the camera. Domestic violence, understood as a broad phe- nomenon, is one such case. It is omnipresent in every society, albeit invisible. It is illegal (indeed, it is a crime prosecuted ex officio) in our own society, but it resists social and legal sanctions. Violence is not new in modern life: what is new is the nature of such violence, on the one hand and, on the other hand, the way we see it and frame it between the public and private domains. Its territory, its capital of impunity, is precisely the closed circle of privacy, which leaves outside the State, the laws and the civility required in human behaviour. (…) Few subjects could be less attractive and more dispossessed of glamour and photogeny than the life of persons victims of violence. The media circus generally uses them to emphasise the humanist facet that we all believe we have. The serene complicity of valter Vinagre’s images refuses such parasitical approach. In truth, they say only one thing, in different ways. Look. Understand what you can. If you can. And act. If you can.
Celso Martins