Artiste : Cabana na Praia

Biographie de l'artiste :

I arrived here accidentally. When I was in Lisbon I distracted myself, usually in the morning while absorbing my coffee, by making some drawings with black ink. It was nothing serious. Some lines, some curves, some little black points on paper. But I enjoyed it. It was my fifth year working at the airport as a ramp supervisor. Before that, I was a ramp operator under the aircrafts where I loaded bags, mail, and other cargo – wherever people might think of taking with them. It was tough, especially when it was raining. Then I quit, simple as that. I got a free ticket (one of the perks of the job I have since lost), without my boss finding out. I was destined for Caracas, Venezuela, but I had four months to wait before I took off. During that time I sold all my belongings at the famous flea market in Lisbon, Feira da Ladra, while I worked like a dog at several odd jobs. Thankfully, I was suspended from a job a month and a half before my departure. I was extraordinarily happy then, because they would pay me every single day until I left. So, I had all of my free time to find another job and continue filling my pockets with more money to travel. I did just that. I left for Caracas and one year later I arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina. In between Caracas and Ushuaia I managed to travel the Caribbean Islands, Mexico, and crossed all of Central and South America by land and sea. I discovered how immense the world is. I crossed the last part of the continent by boat and arrived at the end of the world – Ushuaia, but I felt empty despite the innumerable experiences I gained up until that point. I had no more money, no idea what to do, and I couldn´t find a job in Ushuaia. Maybe it was the Argentinian wine, or the beauty of Fagnano Lake, or a snowflake that entered my gaze; but a sudden thought occurred to me while I was there, and I began to draw for more than mere distraction. I began cutting my paper into smaller sizes, so I would have more of them to draw on. I turned these small pieces of paper into bookmarks, all of them unique, and I intended to travel to Buenos Aires where I would sell them on the streets. I landed in Buenos Aires on October 4th, 2012 with the same bag of belongings that accompanied me during all of my travels; however, I now had plenty of artisanal bookmarks and was ready to try my hand at earning a living. Six months later my new friend, Ariel, said to me, "you have to draw bigger and bigger, those bookmarks are a limitation to you.” So, I listened to Ariel’s advice, abandoned the bookmarks, and the drawings began to grow larger. My output continued to evolve when another friend offered me a set of 48 coloured pencils. It was a new beginning for my art. Today, at the end of December 2014, I have a sheet of paper on my desk measuring 74x110 cm. I never stopped drawing and my art continues to evolve as it reflects and expands upon my experiences and personal mythologies. It is no longer a personal distraction – my art exists outside myself as breathing pages to be consumed by others. It was Miller who best encapsulated what I never would have known about myself without having had these experiences. He said, “I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought I was an artist. I no longer think about it. I am..."

Site de l'artiste : http://cabananapraia.tumblr.com/

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Ville : Lisboa, Portugal

Nombres d'œuvres :

• Peintures : 0
• Photos : 0
• Sculptures: 0
• Dessins : 2
• Autres : 0
• Nombre Total d'œuvres : 2