CURRENT COLLECTION:
NOT ON FORBES & OVER 30
CURATORIAL STATEMENT
Carolina is a versatile artist whose captivating creations blend music, short stories, and digital art. With an honest, playful, and skillful approach to figures of speech, she delves into introspective themes rarely explored or accepted in contemporary society, yet deeply inherent in every human being.
Her series of works combines self-portraits with short stories, delicately and profoundly unveiling emotions and feelings often shunned but universally experienced. Through this artistic exploration, Carolina fearlessly challenges societal norms and bravely questions feelings such as anxiety, ego, addictions, isolation, beauty standards, and the relativity of success. Rather than presenting these emotions as purely negative, she reveals their undeniable importance in the human experience.
At 32 years old, Carolina represents a generation that values success as a rich tapestry woven from more than just material wealth. She celebrates the significance of mental health, nurturing relationships, and finding inner harmony as essential elements of personal growth and fulfillment.
Carolina's art reveals the vital role these elements play in maintaining balance and avoiding the chaos that arises when we neglect our true selves. Through playful and reflective analyses of everyday objects, she skillfully weaves intricate figures of speech to illustrate complex themes and confront taboos. Her works exemplify the depth of these subjects, allowing us to explore the diverse spectrum of human experiences with disarmingly simple and direct language.
"Not on Forbes and Over 30" challenges conventional notions of success and celebrates the beauty found in the often unexplored depths of our shared humanity. Carolina's ability to bring vulnerability to the forefront through candid language and the use of everyday elements prompts us to reflect on complex themes, inviting us to confront them in a straightforward and compelling manner.
Thais Domingues (Odisseia Project)
sneak peek:
ASHTRAY ARCHITECTURE
I used to smoke because my hands were empty and in need of purpose
I had to make myself busy
But at some point
I found myself burdened with an abundance of useless waterproof tools, swimming in circles inside an ashtray where I tried to build a brutalist ashy home
You can change your habits whenever you want
You just need to have good storytelling to convince yourself to do it
And another one to get back on it
The possibility to come and go
Is what I call
Heaven
RIDICULOUS AND OVER THE TOP
Ideas are cool, but the most crucial moment is the one when you put yourself out there and show off
It is in the moment of fearless exhibition, where vulnerability flirt with the possibility of failure and embarrassment,
there, is where true value emerges
Lead by example, not in perfection grace
Because what truly defines your mettle is the relentless dedication to deliver, keep riding, time and time again
Let us honor this unwritten code, as those who criticize the labors of others often fail to present their own opus
While their theoretical prowess may impress, the arena of action presents a different narrative
Embrace the sacred space of failure ideas
Make space every day to maybe, be a complete disaster
PLAYING IT WRONG
After my good years doing my daily 4-3-6 hour meditations trying to forgive and forget
I started having panic attacks at night
Who knew that the absence of anger could birth such a wicked nightmare, fractured into monthly installments that devoured eight precious years of existence
Polite breakdowns became my pièce de résistance, a delicate and chic dance of whispered screams that only true connoisseurs of agony could appreciate
I was afraid to see the truth and confront myself realistically
I didn't want to seem vain, crazy or self-centered
I have deprived myself of a lie that others tell
I turned my back to the mirror
I cover myself up
I shut the fuck up, so I would not bother anyone
In this game, the fear of my reflection shows their real one
it’s not about me in the end uh
It’s a relief to be back.
WASHING THE BLUES AWAY
Finally, for now
I have nothing to be sure about
Like the spider that used to live in my laundry area
That classy and fabulous one with a Southern accent
I believe her name is Sarah
Full in cool vintage jewelry and a personal scent made in Paris
She's loud and that's all right
She prefers finger food over full meals
Sometimes, when a follicle of my hair discreetly falls into my back
I used to think it was her, walking around
I got itchy and paranoid
She was always trying to remember something I forgot
But not anymore
I can feel from what part of my head that hair follicle falls from and that seems like...
It is a good sense of direction
Don’t you think so?
