Le Samedi de Sorcières

I’m not sure if I wrote this before, but I was born in a very small village, isolated in the mountains of Portugal. I lived there for the first twenty years of my life. Time enough to learn the traditions and beliefs of the people whose lives depended on agriculture and cattle raising. For myself, one of the most interesting aspects of living there was to be able to connect with their religious practices. They fused, somehow, the established Christianity with an inherent and unaware paganism.

My childhood and adolescence were richly fulfilled by a mystical, fervent imagination that is the essence of my actual artistic work. As I left my village to dive into the big city, many of these marvelous memoirs were transformed by the “civilized” skepticism. I almost lost my essence, adapting to a new world ruled by scientific certitude. Creatively speaking, I learned a lot with…