Cascais, an ancient fishing village lined with cobbled streets and winding alleys, full of history. From the tiny balcony of the attic, I watch like an audience member in a theatre play the morning frenzy: the rush to the train station; the traffic jam when exiting the parking lot; the discordant rhythm of worn soles on the uneven limestone.
I lift my gaze to the horizon, and the act is silent! A peaceful, almost idyllic scene now fills my field of vision! The natural tones of the ceramic tiles form the uneven staircase leading to the final line. The ocean sparkles like crystal tears falling in emotion at the beauty of life! The vivid colours of the disorganized geometry, the cubist abstraction, are invaded by the dancing surrealism of frantic brush strokes, so characteristic of the artist
