WHEN SPEAKING
ABOUT HIS OWN PATH,
CHARLES DOESN’T
BOAST; HE REVEALS
A CREED:
a commitment to memory, to listening, to rescuing what’s been forgotten.
There’s something mystical in his gaze — in the way he finds meaning
where others see only leftovers, in how he finds poetry in what’s been
abandoned. For him, to create is to reconnect with the essence of things —
with what the forest still has to teach us.
And perhaps this is where his ultimate strength lies: Charles Barreto doesn’t
paint the forest — he embodies it. His works are not illustrations of the
Amazon; they are the forest itself, transmuted: in its resilience, its scars, its
power. His canvases are altars of a quiet, urgent spirituality, built with the
ruins of what we once were and the remnants of what we still might
become. In an age of speed and excess, his art is an antidote:
contemplation, listening, and matter that breathes. It is earth, it is time, it is
testimony. It is the voice of everything that insists on living, even after being
forgotten.
Instagram: @charlesbarretoarte
Photography: Plinio Froes