Landed in Lisbon. Nabuurs&VanDoorn Displaced Legend 17 Lisbon , Archival Print Hangar—our dropzone, an art-research nerve center, opposite the gaze-point of Graça, where the city spills down to the Tejo like braised cod. Start here, summon inner ghosts, snatch outer visions—chromatic pulses, stray verses, floaty fragments of unsure futures. We descend >Northbound< twisting steep bends, spiraling staircases like thought-loops. First break point: an old tile factory, legacy-lac

Because residents, out of protest, attacked the mural with paint bombs, the pussy of the female nude was censored with “pubic” blocks.