This collage represents the birth of the colors I imagined when seeing this image in a database. Representing a beautiful woman, marveling at the divine of colors, provided by the refraction of light in Goethe's Theory of Colors.

I created a collage using parts of 5 distinct images that I took from free photo banks such as unsplash.com or pexels.com. according to Goethe's Color Theory.

Made in adobe photoshop.

I don't know how to start showing everything that goes through my mind as I create an image derived image that represents such a mixed feeling that it is often a melancholy transmitted by love, but it is the sadness that has occurred to me ever since. childhood. My collages are a world in which I refute everything I've been through in my life for just being who I am. Not meeting the expectations of being a pig, as many have seen, do not know how to treat a woman. I do not understand many things and I have no words to say or what does not mean, so convey to the images the pure feeling and suffering that crosses me stories, often I think I do not know how to deal with what drives me crazy never sought something to characterize the that I do. And I think this from what others say makes me false because I can't explain it, now I think I do a bit of impressionism and Dadaism, it confuses my explanation because I like to impress when someone sees the beauty of my pure and true suffering. Grandmother, my mother, my father are inspiration for my work, many friends have already entered this circle, but I think I was not always corresponded by them, when I said something, I could feel the ironies in praise for not having succeeded. I find myself a sentimental fool when I do what I do because I only know what I do because I need to explain, you know. The beauty is there, the explanation hurts a lot, because it's a reality where I think no one would have to look great, you know. I am a man who seeks to be remembered for his work because of sad stories the world is sadly full, being someone who looks aside and knows misery and does not want to exploit it to be recognized because only the exploitation of misery I have been played when I was born. And if it were not for words, this text would be full of errors because I am the result of a public school that was forced to memorize texts and did not understand them now that I try to understand them as a university, I am disapproved of my own classmates . class they got me into. But not only do I understand that I tried to use Paulo Freire's teachings that a first-grade teacher introduced me to bring him what he learned, which will be easier to recognize and understand what is spoken. Due to my parents' troubled relationship, I had few opportunities to live with my mother, who gave up my education so that I could have a good education, but the good education I had was within the faulty educational system that exists for all who, like Me, it's poor. . I have always enjoyed art, I have never been to these places because I have no money to attend these events and I am so afraid of being ridiculed again that when I get the chance I will be silent for fear of it. But I seem to be exhaling this text, but these are my works, the vent of a poor damn man who, in his chaotic thoughts, creates images that many people say are beautiful, but carry a series of sufferings that I no longer know what this is. Smile.