Moving Archives

At the intersection of movement and memory, our visual work captures the ephemeral nature of performance while documenting the poetry of transformation. Through photography and video, we create dialogues between bodies and spaces, preserving both fleeting moments and enduring changes. Each image and film tells a story of movement through time, revealing the intimate relationship between creative process and final presentation, between architectural evolution and dance performance."

Urban Requiem

Welcome to the Archives. (Performance 2024)

Sand Castles 2025

A remake of one of my video works by a different point of view.

Urban Requianime

Urban Requiem presents itself as a funeral mass for the contemporary body, which seems to be dead while living, being carried away by the relentless current of modernity.

Adamastor

A performance based on the mythological figure of Adamastor, portrait by Camões em “Os Lusíadas”.

Scope

"Scope" emerged as an answer to a pending co-production, and became a challenging artistic project with limits and potential that still remains to be explored in it´s wholeness. Or not.

Depois do Fim

In Celebration of the 20th anniversary of the Escola Bailado de Fafe.

Portrait 7 - Just I

In this raw, intimate solo, the contradictions within one woman's inner world manifest in a visceral dance that strips away social veneers.

Mind’s Mausoleum

A remake of my first creation, where 3 women walk different roads to a same destination: to find themselves.

Portrait 2 - Devour

Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

A Sweet Lullaby to Mr. Nameless

In this haunting solo, a performer navigates the thin membrane between lucidity and delusion within the confines of their own mind.

Homo Urbanus

In this visceral dance piece, performers embody humanity's paradoxical evolution in our technology-saturated era.

Sand Castles

From the sea I rise, salt-crowned, as dogs hunt me across shores. Like Eurydice, I walk forward into darkness seeking light. My selves gather - some wet with seawater, others dusty from underground, each wearing faces I grew into or abandoned. The hunters chase one woman, but we are legion. I am every woman who walked from the underworld, every child washed ashore, every self that looked back and learned to look ahead. Salt-worn, finally being all my selves at once.