A minha arte é ser eu

Four doors.
Four passages.
Four fragments of the same being.

This piece is not just a composition — it is a direct confrontation with identity. Each door carries a face, a gaze, a presence that does not hide. There are no masks, no escape. Only truth.

The engraving, raw and definitive, fixes into the material what is often invisible: the essence. The dots, the lines, the embraced imperfections — all of it builds a language that does not ask for approval, only existence.

Between the faces, the geometric patterns evoke memory, roots, heritage. As if the past and present were silently in dialogue, supporting what we are. Not as something static, but as something that is built, accepted, and affirmed.

And at the center of it all, a phrase that is not just a title, but a declaration of courage:

“My art is being myself.”