My work explores the dynamic tension between structured grids and organic forms—balancing the figurative with the abstract, and embracing all mediums to create intricate yet spontaneous compositions and portraits.
I resist being confined to a single aesthetic; repetition spoils my curiosity, and there’s too much inspiration in the world to settle on the same formula. Every day is an opportunity to experiment, to play, to recycle ideas and reimagine them freshly.
Still, beneath the diversity of my work—from handmade to digital—you’ll find traces of my identity, a hidden thread connecting each piece.
This shop is a glimpse into that journey. Enjoy, and take home a fragment of my creative life.
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Also check out my unattended portfolio (kodap.com), in due to be updated with recent commercial projects, mainly illustration.
Artist Statement (on pills)
Okay, so, picture this: me, a professional daydreamer with a severe doodling addiction. Seriously, my sketchbooks are basically tiny, chaotic art museums. Anyway, I make stuff. Like, drawings, paintings, posters of music, depictions of people: those weird shapes and lines dancing you can’t quite explain, and even wrangle pixels for web design when I’m feeling particularly…digital.
This isn’t a mistake, but a deliberate attempt to capture the essence of human existence: a glitch in the matrix, a software bug in the simulation we call “reality.”
I’m not just drawing faces, I’m excavating the underlying code, revealing the hidden, delightfully wonky algorithms that govern our perception.
Think of me as a digital archaeologist, unearthing the hilarious, slight truth about someone’s skin.
Finally, let me address the pixelated virus in the program: my drawings. Yes, they often feature drunken angels, existential cats, and landscapes inspired by melting cheese.
But these are not whimsical flights of fancy. They are, in fact, meticulously documented reports from my subconscious, which, I’ve recently discovered, is a parallel dimension populated entirely by weird objects or maybe absurd groceries undergoing profound philosophical crises.
I am merely the conduit, the artistic stenographer, transcribing the urgent, cheesy pronouncements of these forgotten realms.
So, please, look closely. You’re not just buying a drawing; you’re investing in a certified, slightly unhinged, interdimensional personal device. And also, maybe, some intricate doodle blueprints.
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Carlos Quitério — CQuit