This past summer the quest for the Portuguese Salt Water Culture took me to the Azores, specifically to the islands of São Jorge, Pico and Faial, sometimes referred to as the islands of the "Triangle". This first chapter focuses on the bits and pieces of the whaling heritage and the tales I collected from the people I met in the island of Pico.
I got home a couple of weeks ago. Free-time has been sparse. Between kids and editing work I've had very little time to hit the streets. Lisbon has never been, nor will it ever, feel like home. But at the same time I can't seem to leave for my next job without spending some time in its belly, enjoying the smooth transition it provides.
A strong ocean breeze blows from the west on the Guarujá Bay. The sky is blue and the temperature rises to the summer standard of 38ºC. Dressed in their uniforms, with their blue neckerchiefs, the Scouts Group São Jorge is gathered at the house of Monte Tabor, waiting for the Brazilian flag to be raised. Silence takes over. The only sound to be heard is the flapping of the flag against the wind. As it reaches the top of the mast they shout "Sempre alerta!" (Always prepared!), the groups motto.
Located on the old town of the city of Belém, the "Ver-o-Peso" is a great open air market selling products brought from the Amazon region. Facing the Guarajá Bay, the market has forever established a permanent relationship with the neighbouring islands and the inland towns. While on assignment in the city of Belém do Pará I had a couple of hours to explore te market and enjoy its colour, life and vibe.
...I feel that in the process of keeping up with the demands of the digital world we are excluding silence from the formula of our daily affairs as photographers and as human beings; we are becoming incapable of copping with the absence of noise. And while there is no escape from this high-tech world, I have found that by keeping film alive in my workflow I’m forcing myself to secure these moments of silence while doing something that I love....
In 2013 I became a father. Between jobs and diapers I started hitting the streets of Lisbon with an old film camera. During this period of my life I was working from home and taking care of the baby full time. I started hitting the streets just for the sake of sanity. At home I was all for one...in the streets I was none for all. I guess some people go to the gym, for a run, or a drink…I chose the street.
No passado dia 13 de Novembro, decorreu em Lisboa a manifestação em defesa da legalização dos cerca de 30 mil cidadãos indocumentados que a Solidariedade Imigrante-Associação para a Defesa dos Direitos dos Imigrantes estima existirem em Portugal. Esta iniciativa surge como resposta ao agravar da situação da comunidade imigrante que se vê confrontada com o fecho progressivo da legalização, o acumular da burocracia e o bloqueio aos serviços públicos.
My name is André Paxiuta. Like any other by-product of the baby boom industry I was drawn to photography at an early age, for the fun of pushing the shutter of my dad's camera and pleasure of messing and destroying his negatives. The “NO’s” were many, so the curiosity over the medium grew. That led me into a course in photography at the Ar.Co Art School in Lisbon and to a Geography degree, and latter PhD, that helped me understand the world along the lines of history, sociology, anthropology and the, ever shifting, natural world.
I wish photography would pay the bills, but it doesn’t. The pie chart of my life is split into many slices, some of them sweet, some salty, some tasteless. To tell you the truth, photography has proven to be the all of the former in some stage of my life. But it is also the most consistent slice and the one that brings me most joy. So, I keep pushing forward, working as a photographer and documentary filmmaker, splitting time between street shooting, visual storytelling and developing documentary projects to promote awareness on environmental and social topics. I’m driven by the human condition and by its interdependencies with the natural world and its mutations over space and time.