Like a seeker of mysteries, Fabio Mattos travels the world to find — and to be found by — fleeting moments in which the light brings him a revelation or a question. Common, everyday perception is suddenly clouded by a mystery, a strangeness, another reflection. The images stop being assertive and receive encrypted layers of meaning; the evocation of a poetic territory emerges, a portal through which he passes into his fables and invites us to enter. The planet keeps turning around the sun; the maker turns between dawns and dusks.