The painting embodies for me a Brazilian's approach to life.
You see this in futebol, bossa nova, samba, carnival, fireworks, the beach, street singing and dancing. Everything is a sacrament to the senses.
Their movements are mirrored in smiles, and the way their bodies embrace a slow sexy dance with a cheeky flourish and a twinkle in the eyes.
Life is measured in a steady beat, like when the evening waves wash up on the shore at crespucolo.
You see this in futebol, bossa nova, samba, carnival, fireworks, the beach, street singing and dancing. Everything is a sacrament to the senses.
Their movements are mirrored in smiles, and the way their bodies embrace a slow sexy dance with a cheeky flourish and a twinkle in the eyes.
Life is measured in a steady beat, like when the evening waves wash up on the shore at crespucolo.
16” 41cm
12” 31cm
paper
paper
Acrylic
This painting, ironically, has a life of its own.
Not only had it spent a lot of time as a half-finished painting in a box for two
decades, but it had been confined to a sketch book that had seen better days.
When I finally retrieved it I put it on a shelf in a small closet, where it lingered, and at one point was crushed and torn. Soon, it was destined for the trash.
The painting would pay the price for my resistance to opening myself up to the art it was calling me to.
Then one day it virtually flew from its perch on the shelf and landed
across my feet. The painting was happily finished over the summer 2013.When I finally retrieved it I put it on a shelf in a small closet, where it lingered, and at one point was crushed and torn. Soon, it was destined for the trash.
The painting would pay the price for my resistance to opening myself up to the art it was calling me to.
Whose to say it was not a bit of Brazilian magic.