Inner Life

Time keeps passing, But I keep living. Like grains of sand that were once rocks, I drift toward the horizon at the mercy of the wind, Shaping the dunes of the being I am. FLORIANÓPOLIS, MONDAY – OCTOBER 6, 2025: I continue my journey, finally arriving on the Island of Magic. This is the second time

I arrived at the coast. I needed to leave the countryside—it was starting to feel claustrophobic. Walking along the waterfront, I stop to rest at the newly built lookout. On one side, powerful waves; on the other, a calm sea. The blue mantle falls away, revealing the stars. A bright flash illuminates the peaceful night.

MATINHOS, PR. September 27, 2025 – Saturday Among plants, wood, and the horizon in the background, the cans rest on the table as if waiting for company. They are not real drinks, not catalog photos — they are pixels, geometries, and algorithms that remind me that 3D Render is more than technique: it is digital

MATINHOS, Paraná – September 26, 2025 (Friday) A good breakfast is essential to start the day, even if it’s not always possible to enjoy a hearty one. 3D illustration is the art of telling stories through geometry, pixels, and algorithms. It’s the art that captivated me back in high school, but one that I drifted

MATINHOS, Paraná – September 26, 2025 (Friday) These have been peaceful days here at Hostel Costa Terral, a cozy guesthouse on the coast of Paraná. September, however, has been unusually rainy and chilly, something the hosts say is uncommon for this time of year. During this current chapter of my life as a backpacking filmmaker,

3D animation entered my life on an ordinary weeknight. I sat down in front of my computer to play a game, but before launching it, my eyes stopped on an icon sitting on the desktop. That small detail would change the course of my life forever. I’ve always been involved with the arts. As a

3D animation entered my life on an ordinary weeknight. I sat down in front of my computer to play a game, but before launching it, my eyes stopped on an icon sitting on the desktop. That small detail would change the course of my life forever. I’ve always been involved with the arts. As a

At the moment, I find myself fascinated by a few very different—yet equally compelling—subjects. ANANSI Anansi is an African mythological figure who spun a silver web to the realm of his god in order to steal a chest filled with stories and bring them to Earth. Because of this, Anansi is strongly associated with cunning,