Brazil

This is the country where I was born and where I live. It' s an interesting conuntry marked for the cultural diversity in result of its immense territorial dimension. We already are a country that was born on globalization decurrent of the miscegenation of an immigration in the start of our history. I find that therefore we are so tolerant. Faithful country, with generous people, and with irregular income distribution.

Family

I needed to think hard before talking about "family"... I'm lucky to have one. I'm thankful everyday for my parents, brother, sister and friends. I think that family is not just sanguineous kinship, but affinity and confidence. This way, my family is a litlle bit extensive than the one written on my birth certificate.

Surrealism

I believe this is a form of pure art, instantaneous and free. Furthermore, everyone can be a surrealist since they be sincerely with your interpretation, and your psychological truth, allowing your creative impulse.

Vector
A tool that prevents the expense and the dirt of the inks.


An overlapping of colors and many feelings. Empty, calmness, pureness, death, mourning, intolerance.

Love

A feeling that lead people and make then believe and movin on.

Bill Gates

The doors of perception were opened in 1954, Bill Gates tried to open the windows.

George W. Bush

I'm not interested in politics questions. However I think Bush opposes the current trend of mutual cooperation when he prevents to sign treat or agreements. He is a product of his culture and tends to act in favor of his country, being taken unilateral decisions, and this nor always sounds well when the international questions are mentioned.

Future

Each act reflects on the future, so this is so uncertain and so worry. I think it will be bad if you could predict the future. It's better imagine it, and try to live day by day, this way the future comes slowly.

Night

The night marks the fatigue of the sun that decides to rest. The colors become vivid, the head finally dives in the dreams, when it meets the pillow. The bed becomes a way of transport for the unconscious and for knowledge of
the real impresions.