João cabeça na lua
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Mãe
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Jeremias, o pirata de bermudas
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Miguel à velocidade da imaginação
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
A sonhar vai-se mais longe
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Os castelos do Alex
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Tobias e o caracol
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21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Luísa e os cogumelos
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21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Guti Au Au
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Come a sopa Rodrigo!
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
A brincar não se apanha frio
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Adriana e a Primavera
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Whiskas a mais
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Afonso e o seu enorme amigo
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
A arte do Duarte I
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Mensagens de garrafas
Acrylic on paper 300 gr
21,5 X 25 cm
2011
Quem é que nunca pensou em ser astronauta ou dinossaurologista? Quem nunca viu a vida com os olhos de criança? Às cores, com linhas tortas ou com pintas sem sentido, mas sempre com muita imaginação à mistura? Estes contos têm estado escondidos desde a minha infância mas só quiseram aparecer agora, quando decidi ver o mundo para além do meu jardim. Por mais engraçado que possa parecer, estes contos fazem-me lembrar esse mesmo jardim da minha casa, a minha família e a minha infância.
Who ever thought of becoming an astronaut or dinossaurologist? Who has not seen life through the eyes of a child? Colored, with crooked lines or meaningless dots, but always with a lot of imagination to the mix? These stories have been hidden from my childhood but only wanted to come out now, when I decided to see the world beyond my garden. As much fun as it may seem, these stories remind me of that same garden of my house, my family and my childhood.
Who ever thought of becoming an astronaut or dinossaurologist? Who has not seen life through the eyes of a child? Colored, with crooked lines or meaningless dots, but always with a lot of imagination to the mix? These stories have been hidden from my childhood but only wanted to come out now, when I decided to see the world beyond my garden. As much fun as it may seem, these stories remind me of that same garden of my house, my family and my childhood.
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