A man clothed in sun
We were seating face to face. It had been a few hours of talking about the characters, the adaptation, until my questions led us, each along his own road, to the time of our childhoods. Ariano turned around to face me and, penetratingly as ever, asked me, “How many images do you have of your mother?” I was eager to reply, “One!” And I went on to describe the light, the scenery, where the camera was, where she was. Ariano turned and said, “Then I am happier than you, my friend, I have five of my father.” Something inexplicable was concluded there, in that silence that ensued, like a communion.
For some years now, without any aforethought, my interest in Brazilian culture, supported and encouraged me to foray into this unbridled journey to meet my mother’s past, her Northeastern roots. The stories of that time came to me as blurry and incomplete fables. I put them together one by one, trying to make that real. On the other hand, I did not find a matching universe in my work, something that would make me turn those images into an outlet for my expression.
Fortunately, a few years ago I was presented by Sebastião Vasconcelos to Farsa da Boa Preguiça, by Suassuna. It was instant impact, soon I found there the mix of popular mystical elements I was looking for. It was as if all my blood breathed and followed the reading. I rushed to read everything about Suassuna, listen to the Quinteto Armorial songs and everything that surrounds its rich universe. Suassuna started influencing all my works revolving around Brazilianness (Os Homens Querem Paz, Auto da Nossa Senhora da Luz, and Renascer)
I am very happy to have met a Master, a Master Poet. A master of the soul of this oppressed people, a master with the heart of Don Quixote and the eyes of Antonio Conselheiro.