O SOM DA PRATA

of JOÃO BOTELHO

"When I was very young, about 5 or 6 years old, my uncle Custódio, in the basement of his house in Vila Real, In the region of Trás-os-Montes would spend days and nights hitting chisels of all shapes and sizes with miraculous blows in silver leaves. Transformed into reliefs of roses and angels, they sparkled in my innocent eyes and touched my soul, which at the time I believed I had.
He was a silver artist! Six decades later here I am before dozens of artists, even if they are now supported by big and sophisticated machines,but with the same sensitivity and wisdom shaping and finishing magnificent pieces that will then go to other parts of the world.The different, precise and various sounds of this small crowd who gives back silver its unique shine!
 And I’m glad to know that this factory exists in Portugal and that these people exist too."