Fé
May, 2019
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One word. Two letters. The kind of thing you scrawl when everything else is noise.
This piece carries the controlled chaos of a mind that thinks in layers — the character mid-scream, the figures colliding, the energy spilling in every direction at once. And cutting through it all, a typographic nod to pixação, that raw, angular script born on the walls of São Paulo's tallest buildings, written by those with the least and the most to say. Here it anchors everything. Faith — not as something gentle, but as something you hold onto when the composition is falling apart around you.
Made for Station16, curated by Instagrafite. Brazil in Canada, on paper, framed — but still loud.
