BIO
Gustavo Amaral is a Brazilian artist who creates mix media photographic collages that explore the human form. His works capture simultaneously the body in its external form, and the inner emotions and psyche the exist beneath its shell, investigating the concept of habitation.
Born in 1983, the artist graduated in his hometown of Belo Horizonte with a degree in Journalism before pursuing his passion for visual and fine art in São Paulo. He now resides in Corumbau, Bahia.
WE ARE NEW HERE
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We're new here. Crawling beings groping for the breath that runs between the cracks of air that breathe the invisible voids of the city.
We occupy. Time, space and the body; living is an investigation of the collective unconscious that organizes the daily chaos. We dove inside trying to find it. The mechanisms and structures that collide the dream with reality; the streets, the buildings, the boredom, the veins open to throb the silent blood of subsistence.
We inhabit. But we do not always accept the involuntary and necessary ephemerality of things. The architectural crisis that deviates and insinuates itself against utility. Now imagining the re-signification of the past in favor of building the future. Where we leave the city to move into our own bodies, where water, healing, dance, the consistent nature of matter resides.
Gustavo Amaral weaves, glues and sews the fragmentation of himself into papers, fabrics and textures. Using his own photographs, and image researchs he interprets and visits a specific feeling of time. The bodily construction of the residence that we uninvented. The home we remember. An unsuspecting longing that hovers the air; live and imagine that the city starts from the inside out.
It is an invasive drift to the sound that comes from the soul. We occupy an opportune moment of eternity. We are meat, but we are part of a linear web that crosses streets, parks and public sidewalks. We are home to ourselves. Random travelers sailing through the wind, numb by the torment that nourishes and fuels the flaming flame of existence.
Text by Bernardo Biagioni
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