Practicing Sketching at George Washington Bridge
It was such an awesome experience to myself. I guesss for a novice I did better than I expected! However, I am planning to go back there to give another try.
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The date was 21 March 2005, and I was appointed for a position as an art teacher in the Bronx. I felt great right after the job interview in the Bronx. There was no question, though, the interview was intense, I was assertive and ready for the position.
Happily, this was a just a small fry compared to what was to come next. The school building sat near to the Yankee Stadium in the Bronx right across the High Bridge in the Bronx, and it dilapidated neighborhood.
I must be prepared on day one in school, surrounding myself with my best art supplies as a travel art teacher in a building with five story floor with no elevator. As it was, however, I survived my first day and many others that came challenge my soul, my spirit and my ability to help students to learn.
💕God Bless us
Years have been passed away and I feel that God define our mission on earth! “Yellow Passion” relates to a tropical fruit sources of calcium and vitamin. There are bananas growing everywhere in Brazil. Our list of tropical fruits are immense and colorful. I chose to paint this piece born out of my desire to […]
R.I.P Mr. D
Each doll I make has it own story! My goal is to recreate my personal journey, a kind of memoir dealing about my life’s encounters. Mostly of my stories have a happy ending. The sad ones, I keep dearly encrusted in my heart. I’ve been waiting for the time that I’d able to create art. Because, it comes handy to sudden the spirits and accept our fate.
As a storyteller, I share ideias, illusions, realities and images. Having a doll without a face, leave space for everybody’s imagination. Many different dolls through history have had no features. It is a part of my world beyond the borders between race, age, nationality and stereotypes.
Meet Kabila & Olivia: Guess who are them? Young fresh pearls setting a part from the immense Atlantic Ocean.
Kabila represents all the dynamic, and sweet children that I met once in Soweto in 1996. They sang and danced to greet us at the Annual Teacher’s Convention! Through their powerful voice and charismatic demeanor I travel back home to Olivia.
Where is she? I missed her dearly!
My dearest classmate at junior high school in Rio. Sometimes we’d take together the long way back home from school. By foot, therefore we’d be saving money tô buy sweet snacks in the school cafeteria.
We’re inseparable in school, but she never invited me to her house, on the hills!