One of the rooms took me by surprise. It is called ‘Rituais de Limpeza’ [Cleaning Rituals] and although it appears to be configured in the same way as the others, what it contains contrasts profoundly with them. While on one hand the form assumes an urgency, an impetus, an almost vital need to turn into a physical support that which the memory holds and can never erase, on the other there is a feeling of welcoming solitude in what is represented there. As though something we know deep within ourselves, to which we have borne witness all our lives through silent repetition, has finally taken shape and been able find interlocutors.   

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‘The Guest’ is a silent and, I would say, feminine landscape.
It points to a fertile, albeit absent presence, to what is the present of a before and an after. It is a declinable verb in various tenses. It points to a being that is recognisable. Suggestive. The tiles are cold. Are the actions that colour it too? Where did that blood come from? What blood is it? Who does it belong to?
I found this contained Adriana, who does not brim over, who is tense and two-dimensional, extremely interesting. This Adriana who spills out hidden behind a cold column, without leaving its dimension, almost without occupying the space, opposing most of the work presented here.
The absence digs in deeper. It inflicts even more hurt on silenced pains. Abstract pains. Deep pains. And far-reaching ones.