Sobre o mesmo chão de estrelas (Under the Same Ground of Stars)

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The installation "Sobre o mesmo chão de estrelas" presents a cartography of friction, where the map of the world is not printed, but subtracted. Utilizing wooden boards — actual target backings from shooting ranges —, the work transforms organic matter into a constellation of gaps. By choosing the target as a matrix, the work evokes the original sin of colonial cartography: the map not as a neutral representation, but as an instrument of aiming, possession, and elimination.The strength of the work resides in the rawness of its surface. At the edges of each perforation, the wood does not merely yield, but manifests itself in reliefs of violence: they are ruptured fibers that mix with remnants of cardboard and fragments of shattered targets. These debris create a topography of open wounds, where the trail of the projectile gains volume and depth. This aesthetics of trauma denounces that the history of the "known world" was sculpted by bullets over bodies and territories; modernity arises not from the navigator's line, but from the accumulated shrapnel of a project of occupation.The title, rooted in the lived experience of a Recife community, projects a poetic paradox onto the matter. The installation operates within a spatial fold: the wood is, simultaneously, ground and sky. As ground, it is the tactile territory, the base assaulted by a project of occupation imposed by the trace of gunpowder. As sky, it transfigures at the moment when the emptiness of the perforation assumes the brightness of a dream: here, the holes left by the bullets are resignified as stars. In this inversion of perspective, the work suggests that the cartography of trauma can also be a cosmology of resistance; a firmament forged into the very skin of the territory, where the light of hope insists on emerging precisely from the points of rupture.It is an invitation to observe the world as a shared body: a common soil that bears the weight of our disputes, but which, through its own lacerated skin, allows a glimpse of a common horizon. Recognizing the wounds on the map is the first step toward a decolonization of the gaze. Under the same ground of stars, humanity draws its history between impact and brilliance, groping for the hope that, one day, the light of the stars will not need to be born from a bullet hole.