Carpe Diem

My studio at Palácio Pombal is low: you can't jump in there without hitting your head on the ceiling.
It has a window to Rua d'O Século, which when open lets in a breeze that raises the dust from the stucco covering the hidden frescoes and from the loose mortar of the stolen tiles. Even when the window is closed I hear everyone passing by in every language I know and don't. Some people stop leaning against the window talking on their cell phone, because from the outside there doesn't seem to be anyone inside.
Luisa has a studio under mine: I try not to make noise so as not to disturb her more than those who stop talking leaning against the window.
Carla's atelier is next door and smells of termites. That's what she says. To me it smells like the product she used to try to kill them.

It would be impossible for all of this not to be imprinted on every idea I have in that space. In fact, the entire palace is an overlay of successive ideas and that is why my small studio is not a room; it's a laboratory.

Valter Ventura
for the Educational Service of Carpe Diem
Carpe Diem - Art and Research. Pombal Palace
Lisbon, 2014