I remember accompanying my father - the artist Quirino da Silva - on outings to the coast and the outskirts of São Paulo to paint. We visited his friends, their studios loaded with things a child shouldn’t touch, strong smells of oil and turpentine, all those colors, shapes, and mystery. It filled my imagination, that’s what I wanted to do.
I’m moved by the landscapes of my childhood and the natural tones of my father's works, they clash and agree with the visual experimentations of the 20th Century American Art. I try to capture an emotional moment, layering the narratives on top of each other. The results rarely resemble my initial vision, and everyone can experience their own version of it.
