Norway and its Fjords: an arm of the sea surrounded by mountains.
A place of peace. Land of the Midnight Sun. A happy country.
Observing the privilege of living surrounded by nature.
Walking fascinated by the endless shades of green.
Being a woman in the fifth country with the highest rate of femicide in the world means knowing oneself as a fortress and survivor.
Fighting daily to free ourselves from the chains that try to imprison us. Reclaiming the body that belongs to us. Celebrating the courage to be who we are.
It was a dance of hands and gazes.
Advance, retreat, face, close.
Keeping up with life’s rhythm requires full attention.
Paying attention to the moment of meeting to not lose the connection.
No matter which side you’re on, doors are always a mystery.
There might be a family living or an endless road.
On the inside, construction. On the outside, anticipation.
I transit, seduced by the doors along the way.
Iemanjá, odoyá. Queen of the sea.
Mother of water. Her children are fish.
Dress in blue and white. Gift the mermaid. February Second is a day of celebration at sea.
The sea that is a path to everywhere.
It can be a limit and it can be a meeting point.
Sky and sea unite in different shades of blue.
Birds and boats move as if only infinities existed.
My gaze contemplates freedom.
Mobility is a right for everyone.
Tactile flooring plays this role for visually impaired individuals.
Moving through the city with agility and safety provides autonomy and transforms lives.
Gazing slowly at the approaching night. A scale of colors revealing itself. A world of possibilities between dawn and dusk.
Life is what happens in this interval.
Water that goes and never returns. Life following its flow.
Nature moving and guiding me through its textures, lights, landscapes. We follow without direction, but enjoying the journey.
It is said that solitude is the virtue of those who have learned to be the sun.
It has nothing to do with emptiness, but with feeling fulfilled.
Me and my camera pointed at the silence.
Immense comfort in gathering with my thoughts.
Native of Itacaré, Nero goes up and down the river every day.
He kindly shares his world with those who board his boat.
His time is measured in tides, and his life follows the rhythm that nature imposes.
To transit: to change place, state, or condition.
Between comings and goings, I record life’s movement. I walk for the simple pleasure of seeing life unfold.
Run and look at the sky.
This vast blue where birds, planes, and shooting stars pass. Abode of the moon. Blue is the color that soothes, it is also the color of dreams, the sea, and love.
My lens, my gaze, and my soul always end up turning towards the blue.
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.
This series is born from the belief that photography has the power to access, reveal, and connect with pains. And beyond that, it can also be a tool capable of redefining these and so many other emotions.
In a moment of extreme vulnerability, after my home was invaded by burglars, even though I wasn’t present, I experienced the feeling of having my sanctuary violated, my privacy exposed, and witnessed the place that should be synonymous with refuge turn into fear.
I wasn’t a victim of domestic violence, but I realized that my own home ceased to be a secure place. I felt usurped and powerless in the face of violence, and upon realizing that this is a recurring reality in the lives of many women who daily fall prey to domestic violence, I decided to take action using the tool I believed had the power to directly communicate with anyone’s soul: photography.
Driven by a whirlwind of emotions, I conceived a series that could reveal not only my own anguish in the face of what happened to me, but that could also shed light on the suffering that many women endure within their own homes.
Pain unites us, and in this case, it led me to even deeper pain and questions that need to be exposed, first and foremost to ourselves, and urgently to an entire society that persists in closing its eyes to gender-based violence.
I wanted a retribution, not a revengeful one, but an action that would yield something good, a revealing retribution.
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.