Ana Catarina Fragoso, Bárbara Fonte, Francisco Tropa, Gustavo Sumpta, João Belga, Maria Condado, Rui Chafes and Sandra Vásquez de la Horra. 


Opening:  16 September, from 15h30 to 19h00

Francisco Tropa (1968) is the artist featured in the fifth exhibition at the Casa A. Molder Gallery.
Polaris is the title of his sculpture, as well as of the exhibition.
Polaris is the scientific name of the North Star or Pole Star, the star that seems to remain fixed while the other stars rotate around it, the star that has been guiding seafarers from times immemorial, the star that guides us.
At first glance, Francisco Tropa’s sculpture appears to offer us no guidance at all, such is the astonishment that this irregular-shaped (its front a section of wall and its back suggesting a cloud or a piece of clay), light-emitting object, inspires in us. Here, the hole in the wall is not something to peek through, but a means to irradiate light. The intermittent light is a cold, hypnotic force that adds a surface shine to the sculpture, while also dazzling us.
It can even be said that Polaris, as it lies on its painted plinth, like an extension of the wall, displayed like an artefact that has fallen from the sky, befuddles us: Is that piece of wall light or heavy? Is it made of clay, concrete, bronze?
Is it a prop from a play, the greatness of which transcends us, being life itself? Will it remain there permanently, while conducting us with a luminous cadence, reminding us that art can never be explained, only experienced?

According to the artist, the answer is a poem by John Keats:

“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art”

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—

         Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

         Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

         Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

         Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

         Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

         Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.


Francisco Tropa Press

The exhibition is open to the public on weekdays, during the shop’s afternoon schedule, i.e. from 3h30pm to 7pm; visits on weekends and holidays can be made by previous appointment. Access to the Gallery is through the shop.


To enter the shop, mask-wearing and hand-sanitising are mandatory. Access to the gallery space is limited to three persons at a time.

Francisco Tropa


From the 16th of September to the 21st of October 2021