fictionsmagazine

a bilingual artistic and anthropological project by luciana francis (nee saldanha). established in 2009/ um projeto artistico e antropologico criado por luciana francis em 2009.
- all content by luciana francis.

  1. inner whirlwind.

    inner whirlwind

    begins with a hint

    at your finger and tips

    to the future, lingering along.

    I dance with the tornado

    across the shore -

    everything in me begins

    with a whirlwind

  2. O Grito

    Procurei a saida, mas nao para sair daqui.

    Procurei a saida para chegar ao mundo, pelo qual sentia

    imensa nostalgia.

    Procurava o futuro numa arqueologia as avessas,

    pois o que escavei nao era um chao previamente habitado

    sob o qual o passado estava ate entao enterrado.

    Escavava meu proprio parto. E a retomada desta saida nao era das

    entranhas da minha mae - agora so’ havia um grito ecoando pelo

    corredor dos meus anos verdes, com a promessa de que nasci e de que

    nao havia mais volta. Esse grito era meu primiro dialogo com o

    mundo ao meu redor, e a promessa de um dia encontra-lo.

  3. humanity.

    to gather,

    together

    to get there,

    to get there.

  4. Doors (Valentine Track) - written, performed and produced by Luciana Francis / Feb 2014.

  5. "O Futuro e’ Tudo que por Mim ainda nao foi Aceso."
    Luciana Francis, Homerton, Londres, 19 Fevereiro de 2014.
  6. Reading and Writing by Luciana Francis.

  7. Quero Fazer um Filme

    Seguram-me os olhos e admiro o que de bonito e estranho ha no mundo. Nao me contento com o que esta a frente, procuro tudo; as raizes, fissuras, entranhas, saidas. A bagunca de tudo me assusta um pouco mas me comforta muito. Os olhos que sao portas sem muro me levam sempre adiante, e o horizonte eu devoro pelas narinas, respirando montanhas. Foi assim que nasci, primeiro, olhando, depois ouvindo. E assim que comecei a escrever, coloquei em linhas os tantos horizontes ao quais almejo com os olhos e a esperanca. Ate que os pes se movem e quando ando, vejo mais. Mas sera que acompanho o mundo ou e’ o mundo que me acompanha?

    Navego os dias, as noites, as horas da tarde que o relogio ignora, quando tudo parece ‘a deriva. Procuro nas coisas as proprias coisas e acho saidas. Observo raizes, fissuras, entranhas, as sinto, por dentro ha tantas destas benditas. E elas se mexem e se expandem como terremotos internos se ajustando ao parto da vida. Dias e dias, e noites e horas que o relogio ignora. Observo, ouco, escrevo — linhas horizontais atraves do branco da pagina. Estas sao as replicas do horizonte ao qual almejo com os olhos e a esperanca.

  8. Filme (a text about Film)

    This text was my first idea for a collaboration for an exhibition in East London. Eventually I have written a different text for the reading at the show, but still, I find some relevance in the text below. (LF)

    Filme. (a work in progress)
    By Luciana Francis   – Dec/13 –Jan/14

    Film paints image over time.
    This image is split into countless images, each of them in turn are made of frames.
    The frames slide across light at a certain speed creating a continuous flow of images.
    All these images exposed create a bigger picture over time.
    A picture. This is a film.

    Film, like writing, tells a story. Frame after frame creating a seemingly continuous flow just like word after word create a sentence – sentences can tell a story.

    Film is made of many sentences written on celluloid; running along the projector’s light bulb, so that each frame can be projected on a seamless flow.

    A story. A bigger picture. A work made of smaller, framed components.

    Light and image paint a picture. This picture exists in the audiences mind. As a whole the picture never exists – it’s only the sum of its parts which are lit, projected and assembled by the spectator. That is the story.

    Film, like walking, takes you one step at the time towards the other end of the reel.

    Hopefully by the time the last frame passes through the light from the projector you’ll be a different person. Like at the end of a walk, something has either been added or dropped along the way. You’re either enriched or relieved.

    You then have become more than an assembler of the parts of a bigger picture.

    Hopefully then, your experience of the projection of images through a small light bulb at a certain speed, have cast a spell on you.

    You – the spectator.

    The spectator is never a passive entity in this experience. Even his/ her indifference counts as a reaction. To watch is to see and to see is to engage with the view. When you engage, you acknowledge the film and it is so that the film will exist through you.

    The magic is activated by a light bulb and by the spectator.

    The spell, the story, the bigger picture – from the first frame to the last shot. 



    London, December 7th 2013.