This collection is a journey through time and heart.
It is a piece of land that grew with me —
the caress of the wind on the pampa,
the breath of a horse in the morning mist,
and the quiet warmth of mate held in my hands.
Uruguay is not just a dot on the map.
It is color, scent, rhythm…
a song you learn by choosing to linger.
Like light over a smoky afternoon,
like a childhood voice that never left.
I paint from my memories.
Perhaps you’ll find yours within them too.
You are warmly invited to walk alongside me.
I painted these images as a sigh from the soul…
Welcome to my inner land.
TOWARD REST
The evening falls in silence,
and the rhythm of work fades away.
The horse knows the way,
and the man says nothing.
There’s only the scent of dust, the warmth of the saddle,
and the journey back home.
The day is done.
Now, it is time to rest.
A CHARRÚA´S HEART
Churrinche bird
It cannot bear a cage.
It is a heart, not just a bird —
the red heart of a Charrúa*,
that flew out of the chest
and stayed gliding in the sky of memories.
So intensely red,
the eye hesitates…
but the soul knows it at once.
*The Charrúas were an Indigenous people from the region now known as Uruguay, known for their love of freedom and their bravery.
THE COMPANION OF SILENCE
THE MATE
This is not just a drink.
It’s a ritual.
An invitation to pause,
to listen to yourself and those nearby.
Mate steams like a memory.
And the bread carries the scent
of a love that doesn’t make noise.
* Mate is a traditional South American infusion, often shared in moments of conversation and connection.
CROSSING THE MIST
A melody without sheet music
The morning hasn’t awakened yet.
Only the horse knows where to go.
The rider doesn’t hurry —
he listens, letting the mist speak.
This journey needs no words.
Only breath, earth, and movement.
THE PEACE AT HAND
Right in the palm that holds home.
Yerba is not just a plant.
It is memory, earth, a mother’s hand,
a quiet way of saying:
“Come closer.”
* Yerba mate is the plant used to prepare the infusion known as mate — a fundamental part of South American culture and hospitality.
THE TAMING_ DOMA
This Is Not a Struggle
This is not a struggle.
It is a conversation,
where neither wants to run away.
The horse listens; the man does not force.
Together, they try to understand
the rhythm in which the earth beats beneath their feet.
* Doma is a traditional South American method of horse taming, based on trust and cooperation between the rider and the animal.
PIRIÁPOLIS
Panorama. Above Piriápolis.
No words are needed here.
Just breathe and look.
The sea tells its story,
and the city’s silence rises like a prayer.
Beneath the cross, there is not only religion —
there is gratitude,
and a peace that asks for no permission.
Many of these works are no longer in my hands —
but they live in my heart.
They are part of me, part of the land I come from.
From the depths of my being, I long to return to my country,
to see these landscapes once more,
and to bring with me new moments like these,
painted with color, light, and longing.
My life walks between two peoples.
And this art is a bridge stretched between them.
Thank you for crossing it with me.
jorgearte 