VOGUE BRAZIL
From the early ages, people have been enchanted by birds and their ability to fly. From that point on, humans kept on their fatal mission, to not only admire these creatures but to enclosure, captivate and imprison them. Since then, many kinds of birds have became extinct and now live only in remembrance through history and books.
Even being denied their right to fly, the caged bird still sings. It chants its life, its memories, its dreams and agonies. There is freedom in the sounds produced by such an animal, there are hopes being carried by that melody; its vibrations hold nostalgia and melancholy, and from their wings falls droplets of wisdom. Innocence is their name and the heart its cage. The bird’s eye leads to nostalgia, melancholy and the happiness of life; how colours vibrate and their capacity for embodying emotions.
My paintings are a concrete imagery of a mind and body in state of life. In the paintings are feelings, touches, memories, dreams, nights out, sex, songs, pain, mistakes and missed calls from my parents. It’s growing up into a human and metamorphosing into something else at the same time. The paintings hold the same clearance of speech as any discourse or conversation between friends. They talk and they listen, they are made of exchanges between viewer and the artist.
A Bird Called Innocence is that beautifully shaped creature that we all have inside: it is its beauty and horror, its darkness and light.