Marinho de Pina
From the floor of Sonaco comes a lazy amateur (with hopes of becoming a professional) and an inveterate chatterbox. He’s a transdisciplinary artist and storyteller in various formats: he performs, dances, writes, plays, sings, does poetry, architecture, draws, sleeps, procrastinates. He tells stories to children. He has already written a book, translated some, taken part in others, made films and the like, planted trees and helped give birth to the Mediateca Abotcha (Abotcha Media Library) in Guinea-Bissau, a place of cultural creation, dreams and utopias with the local community, aiming to horizontalize knowledge. So, according to Guinean tradition he will no longer go to the grave with coal up his ass when he dies. His father wanted him to be a footballer, but he wanted to be a saint, a dream that died when he found out that sin was tastier. He used to be a trowel man and pavior, and now he Don Quixote’s himself against decolonial windmills, neocolonial, anticolonial, counter-colonial, retro-colonial, un-colonial, whatever-colonial, and he’s found no better place for that than academia (not the gym, fortheloveofgod). He thinks he’s inflexibly certain that he likes doubts more than inflexible certainties. He´s also an architect and research assistant in DINÂMIA’CET – ISCTE, with a master’s degree in Guinean vernacular architecture and earth construction and is currently doing a PhD on Sacred Sites in Bissau. Since 2006, he’s been splurging time producing texts to feed a little-known blog with observations, opinions, theories, poetry, reviews of films, books, music, any reason to exercise his thought. Created with stories and laughter, he believes in freedom and the power of fellowship that exists in the active and collective migration between listening and speaking.
