FLEE!

Installation |  Patrícia Portela e Sandra Oliveira

Text | Patrícia Portela

Light Design | Cristóvão Cunha

Sound | Rainforest, Francisco Lopez

Support | Decorplantas, Lda.

1

Hortus: If I were to leave this garden now and stop thinking,

the garden would go on without me.

But if the garden decided to leave me,

I could not carry on without it.

2

Nothing can be found that was not left there to be discovered.

3

Hortus: What would the first banquet have been like?

Do you believe we discover everything for the first time only once?

4

Hortus: Flee

We have time.

5

She: How did I get here?

Hortus: And why do I remain here?

She: Am I finished? Is this it?

6

What makes the first cell decide to be a tree or a human?

Is every cell a prisoner of circumstance?

7

Hortus: Respiration is no different from rusting. Both about breaking the world into pieces and putting it back together again in a different order.

8

The garden advances towards me and I do not move.

9

She: A tangerine in the throat

Hortus: a word between walls

10

Will I be able to bear fruit?

11

If words were a physical substance,

like cells,

like components of a body,

dead at the treshold of the tongue, before they were spoken,

recorded in the mouth like rings in a trunk of a saliva tree,

would we be able to know what was left unsaid?

12

From now on I divide myself into pieces.

I know I won’t be able to leave.

And there is no one out there.