A SECOND HOME: ERITAGE

I must have been around 18 or 19 when I first received a vivid image - maybe even a vision - of an Art Gallery in New York. It wasn’t just a place to exhibit my work; it was a space where people came together. The atmosphere wasn’t pretentious - it was raw, authentic, and creative. Cool, too. There were smiles everywhere, and good music played in the background.

The gallery had high ceilings and clean walls—industrial, yet warm. In one corner, there was a bar.

Music flowed from hidden speakers so seamlessly that you barely noticed where it came from. People were deep in conversation, but their voices never overwhelmed the space. There was room - literal and emotional for everything to breathe.

Years later, after viewing an apartment in the western part of Lisbon - the one I now call home - I stumbled upon that very gallery. Okay, it’s not New York. I know. But the vibe could not be better.

A dream and a vision came true. I live around the corner from an art gallery that I call my second home - well, it is called Eritage.

That space also connects me to people I have truly great conversations. It’s inspiring, motivating, and not just - yeh I went there, saw the stuff, had a drink and some small talk, and went home. Nope. It connects you to people, and it just leaves you with some new stories and a smile on your way back home. It’s a place run and created by Brazilian energy. I am not surprised.

I have lived together with a Brazilian artist in London for over four years, and witnessed creative power and perseverance nonstop.

Lately, joined one of their new community-creating events where I created a painting on a cup inspired by the current exhibition of artist Jamel Armand.

Can’t wait for more of these because I take new stories back home every time I visit.