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L'umanità si sgretola in piccole fratture e in grandi, silenziose esplosioni. Humanity collapses into small fractures and large, silent explosions. a humanidade colapsa em pequenas fraturas e grandes explosões silenciosas

between fractures, cracks, wrinkles and fissures

From the new series, unnamed yet. Acrylic, pastel on wood 15cm x15cm x 4cm

letting go of the gesture with acrylic, pastel and anger on wood

Amputations, fissures, amalgams of foreign, similar elements.

Sin titulo - Acrílico, pastel sobre madera. Conociendo a mis compañeros. ¿Quiénes son? ¿Cuándo dejan de existir, si nunca debieron existir?

Sin titulo - Estoy capturado por el aspecto mimético que el dibujo puede imponer a los cuerpos, a la materia y a las máquinas.

sin título. Para una serie Entre o "Escorço y o Penhasco" de pequeños formatos. Acrílico y pastel en madeira.

projecting foreshortening and reliefs onto shadows and thermal cracks - practcing for new

Untitled - A multiple body, weary of earth, aridity, collapses, and torrential punishments. Of its forms, the vagrant hoof, the wounded hooves, and the muscular stubbornness. A thirsty body, it runs opaquely to the fountain

untitle - Beef supra hyperreal sign

untitle - Things that hurt me. On my joints, right near my nails, things chip away at my skin. The laminated sheets from yogurt packaging have become accustomed to tearing my fingernails. I still have holes in my hands.

untitle - Acrylic, pastel and graphite on wood

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untitle - small format - acrylic and pastel on Wood

The drawing reveals the intimacy of the process: acidentes, the encounters where the idea gains strength, the mistakes (enfants) that guide the whimsy. And time remains imprinted in the lines and in the undone smudges.

untitle - Drawing is a driving force, it connects other practices, articulates ideas, and is ultimately art.

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"Vigie os Monges" (Watch over the Monks)

Drawing is the parson of poetics.

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Okay, fine, let's just press the buttons and end it all quickly, letting another species inhabit the ruins we leave behind. If the liars/unscrupulous govern, silence, condemn, crush, buy, reject, absolve, expel, steal, lie, deny, and carry a bible in their defense, and God watches it all in silence, press the fucking button and blow it all up, air already polluted enough to kill us slowly. Fuck off!! Press the fucking button

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