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Pabllo Vittar
2019
16.1 x 12.9 x 0.0
Drag Valentina
2019
16.1 x 12.9 x 0.0
Daniel
2019
31.4 x 23.6 x 0.0
Portrait n3
15.7 x 11.8 x 0.0
The look for away
15.7 x 11.8 x 0.0
I feel and see the silence
2019
19.7 x 15.7 x 0.0
I have gotten used to silence again, feeling in my living skin that the process is slow. I feel and see, even from afar, the closed scars. I need to get used to my silence, without hurry, to rescue my meanings, to have patience with loneliness. The cure is abstract.
Untitled
2020
6.2 x 9.4 x 0.0
Untitled
2020
6.2 x 9.4 x 0.0
Blue Eye
2020
7.9 x 7.9 x 0.6
Oil painting study
Teary eyed
2020
11.4 x 8.3 x 0.1
Oil painting on paper
Self-portrait and self-care.
2020
13.8 x 10.6 x 0.6
20th day of quarantine: Self-portrait and self-care. These isolation days carry cycles of anxiety, fear and sensitivity. There are days when time passes too quickly. There are days that seem to take almost twice as much. I can see every minute the sun enters the house - and I walk along with its rays of light to not miss the chance to feel it. There are days that art comes lightly. Others in which I don't even want to pick up the brush.\ \ I have dedicated myself more to taking care of myself, listening to myself and feeling present. Taking care both of my skin and mind. A selfie here, a painting there, and we keep going. self-portrait and self-care.
100 days of isolation
2020
23.6 x 23.6 x 0.6
It has been a while since anguish and loneliness have been walking with me around the house. Those feelings appear in my mind and make me block another ones. The routine remains the same, every day, for many days. I wake up, prepare my late coffee, sit in the kitchen, I take a long time to do my activities, get sad by the news from Brazil, I work and go rest a little longer. I am grateful to be here and I reflect about this privileged place where I occupy. My body and mind are tired of these repetitive movements. The feeling is that I've been living the same day every day. On the most exhausting mornings, which have been the majority of the week, I lie on the breakfast table in silence. I hear the sounds of the street, of the house. I look out the window trying to see other horizons and let my mind flow. I know that the days have changed because sometimes I make mistakes measuring coffee, and so I understand that I will also have both stronger and weaker days. \ Look far away and feel the present. Quarantine self-portrait 2.
Eye nº38
7.8 x 7.8 x 1.0
Fluir
7.8 x 7.8 x 1.0
Eye nº41
7.8 x 7.8 x 1.0
This painting is about finding light in darkness. A look that shines even in a deep space of feelings.
Eye nº42
7.8 x 7.8 x 1.0
This art is about getting lost in the look. I focus on just listening to the sound that echoes in the void I fill. And so, I transform this silence into sad and vague looks on a canvas.
Untitled
11.8 x 11.8 x 1.0
Untitled
11.8 x 11.8 x 1.0
Self-portrait at 27 in the studio
39.0 x 27.0 x 2.5
Last year (11.02.2020) I made a portrait of myself, also for my birthday, in a few hours just to record the date. It was my first self-portrait and the beginning of my most immersed moment in art. I was able to reproduce many characters, be a narrator of stories that marked me a lot, have the trust of clients and friends that allowed me to reveal and eternalize their loves, looks and experiences. I had to be strong, we are still living in a pandemic and the days are not being easy. To have the courage to resist, to seek strength that I could not find for many days. I had to be patient with my solitude. This work is the baggage that I accumulated in this cycle that passed, about my anxiety consuming me and becoming more than a being, the search for sensations, my thoughts transforming into matter and fluidity. There are 27 years performing here. Complex processes and maturations and the transformation of feelings into brush strokes. To be art and artist.\ \ 11.02.2021