The shadow that sketches the life contained within the buildings. Concrete design.

Horizon cut by lines, constructions, brick, cement. Highs and lows.

Life unfolding in the light of windows. Everyday.

Multiple shades of a sky that witnesses the end and the beginning. Universes.

Looking through the window is like seeing life framed.

It’s like gazing at the canvas of a real story.

Windows unveil new worlds and endless possibilities.

They are slivers of light in a dark room capable of traversing the space and the soul.

Through

Crossing and being crossed by the dichotomy of days.

Renewed by the sun, seduced by the moon. Revelation and mystery.

From one side to the other. From the other to me. Exchange.

Transcend.

Wanderings

Walking through the big metropolises at night is witnessing the sky fade and the city light up..

its lights, its colors, its soul, its struggles, its mourning.

A walk without a destination or a set time.

The step

follows the rhythm

that the heart suggests.

Thoughts wander aimlessly

while the lens knows exactly what it wants to capture.

A city that, although tired, continues to thrive more than ever.

Estar no caminho implica obrigatoriamente a arte de ir ou ficar. Dar um destino a si mesmo é inevitável e, seja ele qual for, carregará em si o peso de que é apenas através de nós que caminhamos. Nós e a estrada, nós e aquilo que escolhemos (ou não) carregar, nós e quem caminha ao nosso lado, nós e quem nos atravessa, nós e quem atravessamos. E para além do ritmo, velocidade ou direção, importa que nesta jornada eu destino-me, tu destinas-te e ele destina-se. Que esta decisão seja pessoal e intransferível.

Suddenly everything is out of place. Time and space have gained another dimension, and at this moment, no route makes much sense. However, even without seeing the destination, the desire is to keep going. Regardless of the disorder, life needs to flow, off the rails but within the path that guides the heart.

Petals. Sepals. Calyx.

Delicacy.

Rest. Sustenance. Shelter.

Resists.

Reproduces. Begins again. Multiplies.

Silence and light are a dance of emotions in a dark room. A symphony that not everyone can hear. It requires turning inward, silencing the world, and casting light into the deepest inner self to perhaps glimpse a shadow. It’s not about what is revealed, but what one wants to hide.

The city lights draw a seductive path that often leads to solitary places. The city and its crowds place us within ourselves, us, alone. The city and its cloudy days need solar hearts. Suns. Are you suns? The city calls for a flame that never extinguishes. A body that never sleeps. A life that keeps pulsating. The lights say it is possible. Ignite or ascend.

Travessia emerges from restlessness, discomfort, and the desire to overcome barriers and reach new landscapes. Above all, it is born out of a genuine longing to go beyond what is seen, as it intends not only to cross but to dive, to delve as deep as one can reach, freeing oneself from constraints and flowing with the tide.

We live in a time where everything suddenly became absence. All places, desolate. Unable to feature in any landscape, we observe from afar the ruins and debris as remnants of what once existed and at the same time a foundation to rebuild what remains of us.

Stop. Notice. Rest your gaze. Calm your soul. Renew your mind. Rethink life. Start again. But not without resting first.

This series was born out of a feeling of suffocation triggered during the 2020 pandemic. Suddenly, it was no longer safe to venture beyond the memories of what had been experienced. In an attempt to stay alive, we closed ourselves off. Meanwhile, life seemingly suspended, questioned: Is there life inside here, or is it only possible out there?

The artworks tell stories of resistance and permanence in the truest sense of the word. Fernanda’s photographs in this series capture buildings that remained standing after the great disaster of Hiroshima in Japan.

Works that pay tribute to the memory of cyclists through the Ghost Bikes project are also included in this series.

Anything that allows itself to resist will endure.

The artist Fernanda directs her lens to capture angles, shapes, and geometric compositions in buildings, in the series Lines, Trajectories, and Constructions.

In this space, lines that present distinct destinations, trajectories, and their predefined coordinates were recorded, rigid and symmetrical constructions.

With each point, a line is formed. With each line, a new image.

Black means power, mystery, sophistication. The sovereign king.
Shadowy path. Twilight. Sphynx. Unveil it.
One must know the shadow to be able to see the light.

Fernanda observed this vivid color throughout New York. The color caught her eye on the city streets, on the heights of the buildings, on the windows and walkways.

As such, she realized that yellow conquered the most beautiful scenarios of a lively and intense city.

The works recorded in Yellows of New York began with the curiosity to find the color clamoring for attention.

Beautiful sea.

beauty in the sea.

be and see breeze,

ease.

low tide.

guiding blue.

sail through

Summer of shimmering sea waves slide forward and backwards. The sea flows in between the sand and the foam. Up and down, amazingly, always anew. High tide. Full tide. Live Tide! Inflows, spreads, stirs. Disperses…

A series depicting peaceful scenery. An exploration of the world of those who launch out into life, in the air, in the sea.  Endless possibilities for those who live the moment, the now, the subtleties. The wind commanding the destination of the leaf, of the bird, of the boat, of the wandering soul. That slides away, slowly, detached, [un]o[ccupied].

In Coração Aberto, Todo em Flor, Fernanda presents flowers, in their abundant of simplicity.

The artist compares her works with the beauty and strength of a woman. Whether the flower is white, black or pink, nothing prevents it from growing and blooming.

“Everything seeks to connect”. It was from this concept that the inspiration for the series Cores que Dialogam emerged.

Part of the work was photographed in Hiroshima and Tokyo, Japan, and the other in Brazil. However, this distance did not prevent the details, lines, and colors of the photographs from creating a connection and a story to be told.

A story that is open to you to write.

Living in multiethnic Indigenous village brought about the images capturing a trip to the Chapada dos Veadeiros, in Goiás. In order to celebrate the strengthening of cultures and the struggle of indigenous people, Fernanda shot through her lens, to understand and feel the rich experience.

It was with great love in the chest that the clicks crossed indigenous legends shared under the starry sky, at the foot of the fire. To the waterfall baths early in the morning and to the sacred corners, anytime. Giving life to the series Conexão Céu e Terra.

Woman.

Of priceless strength. Of enviable delicacy. Of exciting logic. Of charming sensibility.

The work of art Delicadeza e Força. Razão e Sensibilidade, represents women’s freedom, which terrifies many and expresses the desire for daily and incessant empowerment.

Fernanda’s work brings details and angles that can go unnoticed by many viewers. In Feelings of New York, the artist’s lens sought to represent the city of New York through unexplored scenes.

The shots show the urban – and even calm – side of the city, but reveal beauty in the concrete and imperfect.

Shooting in South Africa was the beginning of a journey in photography driven by fear and curiosity. Everything is basically driven by instinct and by desire to learn about something so different from daily reality.

An experience permeated with the adrenaline of knowingly being trapped in the predator’s environment, but at the same time, observing the beauty that is the coexistence of such different animals, and that seem to be moved by an invisible code of mutual respect

When entering Atacama, the feeling is that everything is in its own place- what remains is a desert that was once sea.

Each step guides you through mystical settings with contrasting colors and fascinating textures. Each image is a show of reverence for a place full of memory, where it’s possible to feel the earth’s vibrations as a way of telling each hidden story.

Forming mosaics with photographs was a work born from the recognition that life is made up of small fragments that form new scenarios with each movement. This is because nothing is permanent and everything creates new meaning.

The constant search for sensory experiences led me on a journey to Chapada dos Veadeiros and the Atacama Desert, where the possibilities for connecting with land and water are endless.

There is a wealth of textures that emerge from nature that needs to be felt wholely- just looking isn’t enough.

These are elements that intersect and interconnect, resulting in an intimate union. And this tissue has the ability to connect us to a place of belonging, becoming like the current of the river, the fall of the waterfall, or the dust of the earth.

This series is based on a poem from Manoel de Barros’ book ‘Photographic Essays’. They are portraits of many silences. The silence that walks through the night and elaborates answers, goodbyes, reunions and new beginnings. He lives in empty houses, in crowds, in the heavy chest of feeling and in the mouth of those who wait. The silence that the wind blows, shaking the dry branches and leaves in the shadows that hide mysteries.

It’s not about being whole, it’s about recognizing the strength that exists in every fragment left when life tears everything down. It is far from what the head thinks and very close to what the soul desires. It has nothing to do with waiting, but with what one is, now in its most primitive and pure form. Full of fury, delirium and drunkenness. Made to set fire. Voracious. Visceral. Something that shines and burns. It excites and ignites. A constant restlessness, but also surrender, surrender and redemption. Recognition and forgiveness. Relief and resumption.

Savanna reveals poetry, beauty, and freedom. It is a place that brings the feeling of being reborn every time the sun rises and receiving every time it sets. Its waters, its colors, its flavors snatch and ignite the soul. Fire burning on the naked eye.

Metropolis, mazes, vertigo. Rubble, corners. Empty souls? The inside out, inside out. Fast paced. Alive? Restart, concrete, resistance. Dilate, expand. Is there room? Sounds, lights, insomnia. Meetings, departures. Does love exist? One more dream (un) does itself.

Under the Tuscan sun magic takes place! At every corner a different charm and a sigh of the soul. The images etch on the chest the contentment of entering the History of those churches and buildings, while nature grants us with perfect light and landscapes. Memories always worth revisiting. From this, we can learn a little more about ourselves.

Fall to the ground and germinate. Break the shell. Life cycles. On the leaf, the chlorophyll. Soothing green. This photo, in short, reveals the outcomes of a long process which grants us life. Breathe and sweat. Exhale, protect, shelter. Feel nature and the strength in being reborn from the ground. Live.

Nature reveals existing colors stronger than words. Look. To mingle with it is to be in a place where everything is dressed in beauty, magic and mystery. Feel it. Contemplate life which, sometimes emerges, sometimes submerges without ever stopping to pulse. Awaken.

Torrents are streams that cannot be swum- opening ways, invading, filling, disgorging, collapsing. Torrents of life that gush, abundant, impetuous, intense. Swerving from rocks, though ripping the roots. A might capable of creating new landscapes. Nature shaping nature.