The big-headed brown bottle, with its pleasant embossed texture, was the peculiarity of that 12 year old full of Scotland water, his favorite. We would usually meet up when leaving MAM (Modern Art Museum) or Paulo Darzé Galeria, or any other place hosting some event coinciding with our interests. At these times we stopped the … Read more
To Mário Cravo Neto, the feeling of being in the world is that we are guardians of nature. He collected rocks: big, small, from the ground, from the ocean. The rock was the symbol. The abode of the Gods. There are countless of these photos with his favorite rocks and models. The shots, he decided … Read more
When I first arrived in Salvador, in 1975, Cravo Neto was immobilized in a bed at his parents house, Lúcia and Cravo Jr., because of a serious accident. He had just finished this photography series with Bahia’s landscape, which he showed me in 1976. He would use little gas canisters that floated over the lagoon … Read more