I have a real "obsession" with bringing a little bit of everything I see and experience around the world into my home. Some might say I'm extremely nostalgic, but as I like to say: my home needs to tell my story, my life. Anyone who comes here knows exactly what I like, where I've been, what I've lived.

Nothing escapes my gaze (or is it my heart?).

As a fanatic for good food, I travel the world discovering wonderful restaurants and dishes. And as a souvenir, I bring home menus, napkins, or any other item that transports me back to that experience just by looking at it. Traveling with these items isn't always practical, but I always find a way and, when I arrive in Brazil, these "souvenirs" get framed and start living in my house in the usual places but, for the most part, in unusual places.

 

There are many ways to see and relate to life and I chose the one I like best: my own, without looking to the side.

Since my home needs to reflect my life story, it is always undergoing changes. My dream of my own library is constantly evolving, gaining new albums, adding ceramics brought from Italy, crafts brought from Africa, a memory given to me by my father on the occasion of my graduation.

There have been many times when I've heard a friend ask me what artist a certain "work" was by, and with a smile, I reply: "me". A good example among many: I love Kit Kat and, above all, trying the various flavors that exist in the world, and with the leftover packaging, I decided to make a picture bringing together all the ones I've tried.

Other objects don't necessarily carry a story but please me aesthetically speaking and then, voilà: the Vueling airline sick bag gained status as a work of art. There are many ways to see and relate to life and I chose the one I like best: my own, without looking to the side.

With Affection,
Maria Helena.