Behind the Canvas: Chronicles of Creation

Reescribir la historia

Rewrite history

Carla Dopazo

This is my grandparents' wedding.I wanted to paint it so badly...In my head, the scene was perfect:a clear day in the countryside,a simple, beautiful table.But when I started, something didn't...

Rewrite history

Carla Dopazo

This is my grandparents' wedding.I wanted to paint it so badly...In my head, the scene was perfect:a clear day in the countryside,a simple, beautiful table.But when I started, something didn't...

Universos Paralelos

Parallel Universes

Carla Dopazo

The one you see here, with a smile as wide as the distance between Lithuania and Brazil, is my grandmother.She is smiling with two colleagues at an ordinary lunch.But today,...

Parallel Universes

Carla Dopazo

The one you see here, with a smile as wide as the distance between Lithuania and Brazil, is my grandmother.She is smiling with two colleagues at an ordinary lunch.But today,...

Transformables

Transformables

Carla Dopazo

Many times I felt lost when it came time to think about what kind of work I wanted to dedicate myself to. There are still times when I struggle to...

Transformables

Carla Dopazo

Many times I felt lost when it came time to think about what kind of work I wanted to dedicate myself to. There are still times when I struggle to...

Postal narrada de una boda en Caracas

A narrated postcard of a wedding in Caracas

Carla Dopazo

“25 hours a day, my love. 8 days a week, if you feel like it…” people are having fun and cutting a rug, or two or three.  Over there, a...

A narrated postcard of a wedding in Caracas

Carla Dopazo

“25 hours a day, my love. 8 days a week, if you feel like it…” people are having fun and cutting a rug, or two or three.  Over there, a...

Me lo contó el Ávila

The Ávila told me.

Carla Dopazo

That morning, Julia woke up nauseous; that always happened to her on dress rehearsal days. To make matters worse, it was pouring rain, and she didn't know how she would...

The Ávila told me.

Carla Dopazo

That morning, Julia woke up nauseous; that always happened to her on dress rehearsal days. To make matters worse, it was pouring rain, and she didn't know how she would...

La música, máquina del tiempo

Music, a time machine

Carla Dopazo

Music, a time machine. I don’t know how to play the guitar; or rather, I don’t know how to play any instrument. However, I can't imagine a life without music....

Music, a time machine

Carla Dopazo

Music, a time machine. I don’t know how to play the guitar; or rather, I don’t know how to play any instrument. However, I can't imagine a life without music....