A portrait will always be an open book, a cry, or a long silence. A portrait is not a matter of gender; it is desire in its entirety. A portrait will always have a name, a pseudonym, a surname, another self. The voice of a portrait is not just a name; it is singular and plural, a blend of scars and tattoos, water and thirst, realms and madness. In some rare cases, a portrait will extend beyond words as it gazes into the world of the other. It is the one who looks at those attempting to decipher it behind the camera. It is an association in its most extreme form. Time upon time. The real world and its culture of meanings. Claudia Guimaraes' portraits leave traces behind.