"The spirit of the forest, the daughter of
the Earth."
Created with dry pastels on a monumental scale (100x70 cm) ,
Nayara, which lasted 120 hours , is the first work in my collection.
"Souls of the World".
She is a nomadic soul , a woman of the world ,
silent witness to the beauty and fragility of our planet.
Her eyes capture the memory of forgotten peoples .
the songs of the rainforests , the mysteries of the sacred rivers .
Each grain of pastel is an imprint of emotion, each shade, a
vibration of life.
Why is her name Nayara?
Because no other name could contain so much
silence, of strength and mystery.
In Tupi-Guarani (a Native American language) , it evokes "the spirit
"of the forest, the daughter of the Earth."
Her features are those of a rooted, grounded woman , but
free.
She is the ancient echo of Nature , embodied in a human gaze.
Why Nayara?
Because she carries an entire forest in her eyes.
Because she seems to know things we have forgotten.
Because her face is a sanctuary — not a decoration.
Nayara is an invitation. To slow down. To listen.
Remembering where you come from, when you remove the noise of the world.
Her name is NAYARA.
She was born from the earth that we tread barefoot,
Sacred water that slips between the stones,
Warm wind whispering through the leaves.
She bears on her skin the marks of an invisible people ,
A tribe without a flag, but with a memory.
The birds speak to him .
The plants recognize it .
And the animals stop when she passes by.
She is the Amazon ,
She is the murmur of a waterfall ,
It is the song of a world that has been silenced for too long.
She was born in a place no one can point to.
on a map.
A place that only exists for those who close their eyes.
Where the earth breathes , where the water teaches , where the light
listen .
She is the echo of the forest ,
The daughter of silence ,
The voice of the elements .
In his gaze: the memory of the elders , the refusal
of oblivion and the quiet strength of women who expect nothing ,
Because they already know.
She's there to remind you what you are, when you are
aligned with life.
Her name is Nayara.
And once you've crossed her path, you no longer look at the forest —
She's the one looking at you.
