About this project

As he was leaving, some of them said to him: "There's no need to tell outsiders about us."

My father likes to paint. Art books at home. Gauguin is my favourite. Bonjour, Monsieur Gauguin. Paintings in a new place. Le Pouldu to Hiva Oa. 

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Lisbon is my Tahiti. Pink sands and blue shadows. We've already greeted Alhandra, the bullfighter. A loophole into the 19th century. 

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The gigantic Cimpor factory, a group of card players in the pigeon fanciers' cafe, the almost deserted streets at midday, the young anarchists’ graffiti, a parade of palm trees, and the endless lorries.

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Getting off the train is like arriving at the Peach Blossom Spring.

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I’m going to paint twenty-four paintings.