I've been away from posting here for a few months now, because my life has changed so much recently that it's been difficult to find space in my routine to post as I'd like to, in a thoughtful and dedicated way. I'm still not managing to organize myself as I'd like, but I've found a little time now to come and share these images I made last Sunday. My favorite flower, in a place that is very meaningful to me.

I'll start this diy project post by apologizing because I forgot to document all the stages of this transformation. Actually, I did it on video, but I forgot to take good pictures. I tried to print a few frames, but they lost their quality, so you'll have to make do with my accounts of some of the stages.

Last Easter I went to Petar for the first time, after hearing a lot about this destination and wanting to visit it. Petar is the Alto Ribeira Tourist State Park and is well known for its countless caves - some say there are more than 300 - and preserved Atlantic rainforest. But you only have to be there to know that the place is much more than that.

Life has been very busy lately and I haven't had time to come here and show you the latest transformation I've made to my small backyard. Actually, I don't know if it can be called a transformation, because it was a really simple change, but I think it made all the difference. My idea was to make the view from the backyard a little more cheerful, so that I wouldn't forget my dreams and who I am. Something that's been happening a lot now that I'm working with something I don't like and that isn't related to art.

Today I was organizing my photo folders and found these pictures from my last trip to Bahia. They were taken at Calambrião beach, in Cumuraxatiba, on the day I went there to do a special photoshoot. I was happy to find them now, because I found these memories fascinating, especially in their ability to teleport me back to that moment. I can almost hear the sea and smell everything around me.

I recently started working a regular job against my will and this has made me value every minute of my time off even more, especially in the middle of nature. I just don't feel like I'm in control of my time anymore and that's led to a few hours of crying. No one should have to work at something they don't believe in. So this weekend I went to see a new place. Or at least a new part of a familiar place: the Nazaré Paulista reservoir, officially known as the Atibainha River.