Stereotypes generated by obsolete ignorance are perpetuated and reproduced. But is there a common denominator? What is the "I" underneath all these constructions? Is there something underneath all these social colonizations? Or is the individual doomed to exist as an amalgam of pre-constructions? How many structures inhabit my body?
«The experience from which I start is personal, of a body and an identity in conflict among multiple pressures to be and to fight for a possibility of permanence, of an interiority in tune with an exteriority. Like in a visit to a Candomblé, like someone who dives into the mystery and magic of human existence and wants to go deeper, I start from the certainty of what I don't know. I don't know how a lot of bodies actually exist in a world that, for me, is a given fact. My world as a given fact is my experience: I grew up in Odivelas, I am of African descent, daughter of Angolan parents, I studied in a private school - my experience is limited. I want to research intensively and exhaustively the bodies that I don't know, that have contexts, identities, and experiences distinct from my own body.»
«In my dreamy imagination, I see the project as an ocean - full of curiosity and the need for reflection on these narratives - that expands into different channels that reach out to the various senses communicating: I will search together with others for the word that empowers those who want to make themselves heard; the images that open the lines, doors and windows in a horizon that tends to be closed; and the movement that touches the surrounding air, stirring it.»