André Cepeda's project seems like a long walk through a city, at first hesitant, then accelerating. In bright daylight, at dusk, in the dark, in the gloom of the night, along many different cross paths, that lead up to the alluring yet simultaneously repellent glare of the business district and down the dark suction of the sewers. André Cepeda seems to follow the dogs, the strays, the paths of the night owls and the unemployed through the channels of a confusing organism. Silently, with few direct contacts, but with a heightened state of attention, with a perception that seems to unite smell, touch and sight into one big all-embracing sense. 

The city André Cepeda immerses himself in is Lisbon. Two years ago he moved with his family to Lisbon from Porto, after early years in the Netherlands and his youth in Coimbra, with sojourns in Belgium. He wanders, creeps into his new city, digs himself into it, pushes himself off, searches, questions and combs through it - less in a descriptive way, less in the form of an overview, more as if he wanted to pierce the body of the city with his camera, punch holes into it, rub against it, sharpen his senses and his thinking in its complexity.