At night on the street / De noite na rua

My name is Felipe Veeck, I'm a visual artist, and since I was a child I tend to draw the things I see, and also the things I'd like to see.

My name is Felipe Veeck, I'm a visual artist, and since I was a child I tend to draw the things I see, and also the things I'd like to see.

Here we have a group of 5 stray cats.
In my neighborhood there are many cats that roam between the houses, fight on the roofs, and multiply over the years. In my oldest memories of the neighborhood, they were already present, and that caused me multiple feelings, because it was always nice to have this closeness with the cats, but at the same time, it is very bad to see the neglect they suffer, the hunger, and the lack of neutering, which means that today there are perhaps more cats than people living on this block.

Here we have a group of 5 stray cats. In my neighborhood there are many cats that roam between the houses, fight on the roofs, and multiply over the years. In my oldest memories of the neighborhood, they were already present, and that caused me multiple feelings, because it was always nice to have this closeness with the cats, but at the same time, it is very bad to see the neglect they suffer, the hunger, and the lack of neutering, which means that today there are perhaps more cats than people living on this block.

In front of us we have a football with slipper goalkeepers. I was never good at football, but I chose to bring this memory, because it was a very frequent scene on hot nights in Vila Farrapos.

It could also be volleyball, tag, hide and seek. What mattered was not the
kind of playing, but the freedom of being able to play in the street at night without feeling afraid or cold. The heat inside the houses practically forced people to find something to do in the streets: the children played, and the adults sat in front of to their homes, with beach chairs and drinking beer, in the expectation of being touched by some remnant of wind.

In front of us we have a football with slipper goalkeepers. I was never good at football, but I chose to bring this memory, because it was a very frequent scene on hot nights in Vila Farrapos. It could also be volleyball, tag, hide and seek. What mattered was not the kind of playing, but the freedom of being able to play in the street at night without feeling afraid or cold. The heat inside the houses practically forced people to find something to do in the streets: the children played, and the adults sat in front of to their homes, with beach chairs and drinking beer, in the expectation of being touched by some remnant of wind.

And finally, there is a bus on line 703, which travels between Vila Farrapos and the center of Porto Alegre. I wanted to bring the image of this bus because when I was a child it was very rare for me to leave the village. It was like a small closed world, and I didn't even think much about what might happen outside of that place. so the bus was a kind of portal that took us to new places, and that also brought long-awaited visits, like when I went to the bus stop with my mother to wait anxiously for the arrival of my aunts with my cousins ​​and cousins who I saw little.

And finally, there is a bus on line 703, which travels between Vila Farrapos and the center of Porto Alegre. I wanted to bring the image of this bus because when I was a child it was very rare for me to leave the village. It was like a small closed world, and I didn't even think much about what might happen outside of that place. so the bus was a kind of portal that took us to new places, and that also brought long-awaited visits, like when I went to the bus stop with my mother to wait anxiously for the arrival of my aunts with my cousins ​​and cousins who I saw little.