My work is the fruit of who I am. Does not matter if I like it or not, I am an artist.
It comes from an intrinsic need..it is my imagination pulsing to come alive... I create an image and call
that the essence of my soul and allege that it is just enough to explain everything
else in my whole life. Now at this stage of my existence, I am far away from the time
when these things may caused me embarrassment.
What do you mean by that?
I mean an artist, just an artist
It is simple like that.
It is an amazing story how I came to paint the birds:
In one of those delicious summer in Brazil I went to a trip to a paradise town called Prado (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSvktYZxDvA&feature=related) in the state of Bahia.( http://www.pradobahiabrasil.com.br/praias.html) There I met a strange artist that was living in one of the most amazing beaches in the world, in a exquisite round house (designed by himself) decorated with glasses and mirrors with surreal effects that allowed you to see the ocean on the front porch and the woods on the back yard in the same time. Did not matter where you were in the house you could see everything, everywhere; even the sunrise and sunset on both places. Besides living in that stunning place that man only painted birds. I tried to understand that bizarre creature and painted one bird just to have a taste of it, I had the need to check if I could see something else beyond a picture of a silly bird that a strange man dedicated his life to. Then… I never could stop doing it anymore…