Sonho de Fernando Pessoa debaixo de uma latada numa tarde de Verão 1983

Antonio Dacosta painted this dreamy scene, probably in oil on canvas, with a colour palette that feels both vibrant and subdued. Just look at the way the green spreads across the canvas, punctuated by these soft violet shapes, maybe flowers, maybe grapes. I can almost feel the artist working, layering the paint, pushing and pulling it to create this lush, verdant background. And then, the figure, rendered in these warm earthy tones. I wonder what Dacosta was thinking, what mood he was trying to capture. I imagine the artist starting with a sketch, maybe a few lines to block out the composition, then diving in with the colour, letting the paint guide him, allowing for happy accidents and unexpected turns. It reminds me of other painters who were similarly drawn to the interplay of figure and landscape, like Gauguin, maybe Bonnard. They are all in a conversation, you know, across time and space. And we, as viewers, get to eavesdrop, to add our own voices to the mix. Painting is like that – an embodied expression, an embrace of ambiguity. It's not about fixed meanings, but about opening up possibilities.