A Hamlet on the way to Rússia, oil on card, 15 x 18 cm
Fields, near Rússia, oil on card, 15.5 x 13 cm
Brazilians rarely miss an opportunity to make a noise.
You could be in the most tranquil place.surrounded by peaceful fields, fine mountains extending before you, and some Brazilians will come with a horrible music player and some of their detestable Serteneja music and subject you to it. Or, in this case very loud cross-country motorcycles which they, for no obviously good reason, see the need to drive up and down this pretty road,
I am not sure why they are so unappreciative of silence, but in general they like a certain intensity of aesthetic experience: or rather, they don't cultivate the opposite. Thus, cities are constructed with one building on top of the other, with no parks or recreational breathing spots,while meals shy away from simplicity- there is a maximizing of ingredients and options.The hot dog here has become a fantastical melange of sausage, peas, corn, onions and whatever else you might imagine. Horror vacui, perhaps?