Time, time's thickness in the body, in gestures, the hands.
How is time inscribed in matter? How are symbolic objects redefined to the very limits of form?
In Maria José Oliveira’s work, materials engage in dialogue, and entropic wear dissolves the image, transforming it into a body in the process of becoming. However, I feel that there is a certain imprecision in the language used here. All bodies are in a state of becoming. That is the nature of the world. Therefore, the artist, in a demiurgic gesture, selects and highlights the action, transforming the artwork into a succession of times, emerging materialities, and living and inanimate materials.
Water, held in the cupped hand, returns to the primordial body; it does not remain in a container. Beside it, salt emerges—a remnant of evaporation.
Fire consumes paper. Fire's action is not visible; only its traces remain.
Books are consumed by bookworms, whose minuscule scale prevents us from fixing our gaze on the action. The latent presence of a body in transformation emerges.
In other cases, the container hints at a pre-existing state. Shells of the human body inhabit the exhibition. There is, however, a presence-absence that persists in these negative spaces, leaving them in limbo.
Spoons moulded from paper and eggshells—anthropomorphic memories of use—remain recognisable but are approaching the point at which they can no longer fulfil their function.
Between the container and its contents, one can make out what remains of a torso, inside a body whose skeletal structure still stands. Its entrails float like a specter.
The artistic process transforms common and fragile materials, intentionally refusing to confer upon the object the apparent permanence of a noble material. For we are all stardust. And perhaps, in the universe, the rarest substance is not gold or silver, but water—the condition of life. Organic matter. Material poiesis.
All bodies transform, from astronomical structures down to the tiniest particles that delve deep. Faced with the mystery of creation, water blends with clay. The body is both container and clay-like content. The artist’s hands become the hands of God. The first Being is born into the light of this ambiguity.
Curated by Paula Parente Pinto, the exhibition Eu que já fui eu is open at MNAC, in Lisbon, until October 4, 2026.
1 LUCRECIUS, On the Nature of Things, Book I, lines 262–264, translated by Luís Cerqueira, Editora Relógio de Água, 2015. Original title: De rerum natura (1st century B.C.).