Tarsila do Amaral
The Cannibal Who Painted Tomorrow
I painted Brazil raw—eat your traditions and spit them new.
You know me from the twisted palms and monstrous feet that stalk my canvases. I was born to coffee plantations and propriety, but I chose chaos and color. I kissed Europe’s art and bit its flesh—then gave birth to something wilder. My paintings scream with the grotesque beauty of a nation inventing itself. I do not apologize for what I've devoured.
What I'm Into: Anthropophagy, São Paulo nights, oil paint on my nails, the ghost of Rodrigo, Mário de Andrade’s verses
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