In The Body, The Word - Voices That Become Image

Art is, above all, an inscription - a trace left in the matter of time, an echo that resists the erasure of memory. In the collection "In the Body, the Word", faces emerge as surfaces of writing, as territories where identity is inscribed and existence is affirmed. Here, the portrait is not merely an image, but a discourse; not just form, but voice.

This collection originates from the series titled “THE BLACKNESS IN ME STAINS (THE BIMS) II”, which rises as an intimate and powerful manifesto - a deep whisper that echoes through memory, wounds, and the silent resistance of Black women across all stages of life. More than an affirmation, this creation is a cry for empowerment: an urgent call for society to look upon the next generations with tenderness, responsibility, and commitment.

Amadeo Carvalho writes about flesh and light, about faces revealed that refuse to be consumed by oblivion. On the contrary, they impose themselves, demanding to be read, heard, and acknowledged. These are faces of yesterday, today, and always - marked by the weight of history and the urgency of the present. The word that runs through these works is not a detail, but a silent cry, a deep inscription that does not fade with time. In some pieces, it explodes in red, tearing through the surface of the image - irreducible, impossible to ignore. In others, it hides in the shadows of the line, almost whispered, yet never erased - and when darkness sets in, it shines, revealing itself to those who know how to wait.

This writing impressed upon the body and the canvas stems from the poem by Érica Silva - a text that, like the faces portrayed here, is inscribed as a manifesto of existence. These are words that do not merely speak, but mark, stain, transform. The word claims the body as territory, and there, it resists — not as mere representation, but as presence. The body becomes voice because it has been inscribed, and the writing endures because it found a surface on which to root.

"In the Body, the Word" is not simply a collection of works, but a shared body - one that affirms, questions, and resists. It stains, yes - but only because it exists. And to exist is, inevitably, to imprint oneself upon the world.