Photo: Denise Adams

Just arrived ... the talk of the Senac Evgene Bavcar Consolation but I thought an email here and hit me one other thing that I write now ... I just do not know if tonight ...

As I said in previous post: vernissage is not the ideal time to see the works of an exhibition. It's time to find and meet new friends.

Well! This day, I got out early from work and went to the vernissage of the exhibition "Desire Incofesso" in Micasa (until October 13) curated by Eder Chiodetto. The same night, was the book "The Creation of the World" that joins the four exhibitions of this project and Eder Micasa did so successfully. Exhibition on display were four shows, which together represent a very rich scenario of Brazilian photography and is stored in a beautiful book.

[...] Hugs and congratulations given to the healer, I went looking for friends. Photo only from afar. We had to c * (dammit).

The teacher and photographer Fernando Schimtt (Porto Alegre, living in Sao Paulo), Roger Assisi, Claudio Edinger (always up), Rubens Fernandes Junior and Breno Rotatori. It helps to know the night Aristides Alves (Salvador), Guilherme Maranhão (I knew physically), Marilia Fernandes, German and Roberto Lorca Cecato.

Much of the night spent in a chat with Breno and Cecato. It was a talk of three different generations that descended into the photojournalism, mass production of photography of the big news agencies and Cecato said the coverage did (in 1982) the Pope's visit in Sao Paulo, etc, etc.. In conversation, Cecato remembered a picture that marked the coverage of the earthquake in Haiti.

He tried to explain how it was a picture to remember. Well, the conversation was great and the next day, arrived in my e-mail photos from Haiti. I think Cecato thought that I had not remembered image.

Below, photos and text that he sent (credit, managed to recover).

Photo: Gerald Herbert / AP

Claude

Claude, a boy of two years, was buried by the quake at his home in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, and saved after almost three days.

Looking at the sequence of images, which we do not know the name of the author (signed AP) There are two moments in the eyes of Claude: terror when he was leaving the debris in the arms of firefighter, and the immense joy when he sees his mother.

Looking at the picture we see the face of the mother, who is on her back, she is in the eyes of his boy, bright, mesmerized by his presence.

In the eyes of Claude's your mother, our mothers, and the whole mystery of our existence.

By Roberto Cecato .