My art is unapologetically Brazilian—wildly expressive and vibrantly alive.
It’s ok to cry [2025]
Lots of colors and nature elements are at the heart of my art. I also love weaving meaningful words into my work.
As a neurodivergent artist, I view the world through a lens of rebellion against conformity.
Elemental Woman [2024]
My portraits defy all forms of oppression, celebrating and honoring each individual's authenticity and freedom.
The Fantasy Alphabet [2016]
The Fantasy Alphabet is a project I created in 2016 to complete my Communication and Multimedia course. For this graduation project, I crafted each letter of the Roman alphabet, giving every one of them its own distinctive scenario using watercolor, colored pencils, ink markers, and collage in 40x40cm quality paper. What began as an expansive book has since become a permanent part of my studio, proudly hung on the wall. You can spot it in many of my photos and YouTube videos, as it continues to be a major influence in my creative journey.
Weaving the Morning [2013]
I created this drawing to illustrate a poem by João Cabral de Melo Neto, which speaks of how one rooster can’t weave the morning alone—it needs other roosters to bring the day into being. I love this poem because, to me, it symbolizes how we as people need each other to exist and create something meaningful in the world and in our own lives. We are nothing without one another.
Colored pencils and ink markers in quality paper.
Weaving the Morning
A rooster alone doesn’t weave a morning:
he will always need other roosters.
One who catches the cry that he
and throws it to another; another rooster
who catches the cry from a rooster before
and throws it to another; and more roosters
who, with many other roosters, cross
the threads of sun from their rooster cries,
so that the morning, from a fine web,
is woven, among all the roosters.
And thickening into a canvas, among all,
raising a tent, where all enter,
entertaining all, under the canopy
(the morning) that flies freely without framework.
The morning, a canopy of such airy fabric
that, once woven, it rises on its own: a light balloon.