Post by account_disabled on Mar 11, 2024 23:44:47 GMT -5
Patrícia Pontes is a visual artist, with a Bachelor's degree in Engraving from ECA-USP (1999). She worked in art and language teaching, studio management, editing, video and film production. She decided to restart her artistic career in 2018 by dedicating herself to photography. She participated in the collective “Santos 473 anos” and the Latin American Festival “Confluences 2020”; She held solo shows at Galeria La Mínima, in São Paulo, at Galeria Municipal de Uberlândia and at Museu de Arte de Blumenau. In 2020, she was selected for exhibitions in Brasília (Chamber of Deputies), at the Fundação Cultural e Criciúma and at the Museu de Arte Contemporânea de Campo Grande.
The artist participates in the Salon with a photographic series.
Text by the artist about the works:
Since childhood, I was enchanted by the Czech Republic Mobile Number List vegetables and fruits in the sun at the Sunday open market. I walked hand in hand with my mother among colorful bags and cart wheels with a pastry in my hand. Colors, screams, people: it all seemed like a party.
Later I realized how many drops of sweat there were behind that spectacle.
Before sunrise, they are already there, men and women united, assembling, carrying, pushing and unrolling without rest. And as soon as the last orange was sold, exhausted, they carried, pushed, rolled up and dismantled to wake up at 3 am the next day.
The artist participates in the Salon with a photographic series.
Text by the artist about the works:
Since childhood, I was enchanted by the Czech Republic Mobile Number List vegetables and fruits in the sun at the Sunday open market. I walked hand in hand with my mother among colorful bags and cart wheels with a pastry in my hand. Colors, screams, people: it all seemed like a party.
Later I realized how many drops of sweat there were behind that spectacle.
Before sunrise, they are already there, men and women united, assembling, carrying, pushing and unrolling without rest. And as soon as the last orange was sold, exhausted, they carried, pushed, rolled up and dismantled to wake up at 3 am the next day.