(English)

During one invisible second, the piece stopped in time. The purse became a house, almost like a toy, in its so perfect being. Everything falls to its side, but still with the optimism that everything will fit. The surrounding objects almost wait their turn to know when or how they will be taken (home). Time stopped, the moment to go home, be at home, stay at home. I think I'm always thinking, "When am I going to go home?" Home, Brazil, where the fruits are tropical and there is no wooden spoon without brigadeiro. Home, that comfortable feeling of being on the way to a place where everything is okay, despite the mess and colourful shouting. Where the encounter is with people and affectionate memories. Home, a time, not as busy as our times, in which there was space dedicated to beauty and detail. And those were appreciated.

The girl runs home. In her purse, the banana barely fits, but she still finds space to bring her vanity. She sips her tea and chats with time and air, as she throws everything into her perfectly pink bag. "Calm down, everything will fit", she says, as the Juquinhas scatter around, and the baguette she bought in the morning hardens with the air. The toothbrush welcomes the balance of such a sweet life.

The delicately feminine elements become a frame of an animation. Working with clay has. a lot of these modelling moments, where everything is malleable and changeable until the second it turns into stone. For a long time while I was sculpting and deciding on colours and shapes, I called this piece the scorched beauty, because in the face of all its changes resulting from the high heat, it never fails to bring a certain beauty, through the colours, the shapes, or the story it attempts to tell of a slightly calmer time.