Approximately 1kg of Sapucaí

This is the beggining of an enterprise of collecting material samples from relevant and irrelevant sites in Rio de Janeiro.

The samples showed in the pictures were collected from Avenida Marquês de Sapucaí on the 17th of April 2013 and sum about 1kg of matter.

Arithmetic Composition

After months of intense and deep absence of engaged action within the practice of art, work has been restored to my life. Although it was indeed just the first day, it was a day's work after all.

The very act of coming back is a way of rejoicing. This is my first day in my new studio and actually it is the first time I pay to have a studio space which, in itself, is already a new position towards the practice of the artist.

I have been developing some new drawings that are, up until now, entitled "arithmetic composition". It is the creation of a language or a code that is visual and explains its own terms in a visual/geometric/mathematical manner.

May the work restart.

Horror Vacui

I have arrived back in my home country, Brazil, in the 12th of October 2012 after spending 369 deeply introspective days living and surviving in Britain.

Apart from the fact of them being deeply introspective, they were also, and maybe because of that, very productive. The exotic environment proposed a leap in the procedures employed in my work and my very understanding of it.

I do not know, to be honest, if it has become better or worst. This only the surrounding time of the future will judge. I, however, am sure to have become a better man. I have become conscious of my mortality and the fragility of my existence, although I suffer from the ever weakening disease of being young.

The environmemt and the experiences have enrichened me and the work has changed, reflecting the terrain and the evolution of the artist as a living being.

Nevertheless, since I came back, I have no longer experienced the bliss of constructive and active creativity. I have only been able to produce one single work and nothing more. My notes in my sketch book have become very rare and my artistic apetite to eat the world has weakened to the point of almost disappearence. It is the distress of the vacuum. I have even questioned, for the first time, my condition as an artist.

My wise tutor, Dr. Craig Staff, that has been a strong guidance since the day I met him has helped me in my understanding and acceptance of this vacuity: "The artist is like a crop: sometimes the soil needs to rest so it can, once again become fertile."

Here is my hope.