When I arrived to the Cape of Good Hope, two years ago, I wasn't supposed to stay. But the place caught me. Here I found the space in me to paint, and people who support me in that endeavor. It was like a chemical reaction, everything that was buried in me collide with the striking light and freedom that I found in this country.
My paintings are loaded with a lot of affect, coming from my personal trajectory, that I try to express trough the depiction of the human body, often in an abstract context, that doesn't give the keys to know who, nor when nor why. I let the viewer imagine what happened before or after, if that is necessary at all. Motions are caught in contemporary dance choreography.I want to speak about me, but anyone can see himself in my subjects. I intend to pull the little individual vicissitudes out of their temporality to give the emotion its absolute and tragic place. A painting wont change the world, but it can make my sadness look beautiful, as an act of resilience.I paint with and about my tears, about music, about love. I want to catch what makes a tear to dry and why do our emotions end. When dancing becomes a struggle against death, and fighting becomes an embrace. I want to extract the drama of being human, and paint with that juice.
I work with oil colors mostly, although I don't think it suits my emergency way of creating, but this is the only one I know. Without any formal art education, although I play with lines and colors since my childhood, art is for me, full of questions, paradoxes, and doubts. Perhaps oil suits me after all, because I can do and redo endlessly, change my mind a hundred times, I hope this journey will never stop.
