Drawing was and is my essential form of expression.
From an early age, the line, the contour, the structure of the form, the definition of space.
The translation and understanding of the reality around me necessarily passed through the firm line furrowing the surface of the paper.
Over time, my hand became lighter, the line fleeting, the calligraphy erratic, the contours broken, the space twisted.
I draw. My drawing. My writing and reading of life.
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Cavalos, 1981 (this is the oldest drawing I have) |
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| Paisagem com carvalho, 1984 |
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| Paisagem com cerca, 1985 |
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| Paisagem africana, 1989 |
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Luna Oscura, 1994
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Oliveira, 1999
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| Silêncio, 1999 |
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Silêncio, 1999
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| Porta oriental, 2014 |
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| Fez - Marrocos, 2015 |
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Pirineus - Espanha, 2015
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Toscana - Itália, 2015
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Alegrete - Portugal, 2016
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Prq. Américo Renné Giannetti, 2016
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Prq. Américo Renné Giannetti, 2016
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| Três Árvores, 2016 |
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| Formação Rochosa, 2020 |
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| Vento, 2020 |
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| Janela em ruína, 2022 |
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| Templo em ruína, 2022 |
The landscape became my place of expression, escape, abandonment, contemplation.
Outside I was where I belonged.
Outside is where I have always been.
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