os intrusos esbanjaram luz (the intruders squandered light). The title came as a stumble, halfway through The Invention of Morel, a work that Isabel and Pablo read together and which inspired them to cross their two imaginations. The first, defined under the multifaceted notion of memory, based on the explosive and metamorphic experiences of a volcano in the Azores. The second, due to an unresolved curiosity about the particular characteristics of the long process of mutation of oranges (as intrusive and abundant in Portuguese soil as Pablo or the very idea of Portugal—which also means “orange” in Arabic).
With volcanoes and oranges, but also with the fungi that grow on Isabel’s photographs, fed by lemon and flour, a powerful broth of possibilities is created. Like that primordial one, which would have given rise to the origin, but which still needed ingredients as mysterious as they were mundane. There are many recipes that have given life, after all—all here and now, on the earth’s surfaces, the ground, the peel, the skin. (…)



