Can a place be so inspiring? Well, I have to say it is not just the place, it is the people. Southerners seem to be the friendliest people I’ve met in this country.
When I started dating my husband (we met in Brazil), he said I would love it here. I replied saying that I didn’t care where he lived and that I’d move for him, not for the place. He then said, “If you don’t like Charleston, you will be the first.”
I will say it was not love at first sight. I prefer the mountains and I never cared much about the beach, so I was like “Ok, this is kind of cute.” Downtown is pretty, but nothing like a European city (I lived and traveled widely in Europe). Yeah… beaches are fine, but hey, I’m from Brazil, so let’s just not compare that.
I was born and raised in Sao Paulo, an absolutely tough concrete jungle. People don’t talk to each other; people are afraid to do so. In 2000 I moved to NYC. Again, not a very friendly place. I loved it there. I was comfortable with the impersonal lifestyle. Not much different from my hometown.
So, at first I was a bit bothered by how EVERY single person would walk by and say “good morning”, “how are you”, “what a lovely day”. I’m not used to that and I kept thinking they could not possibly mean it. But slowly, the Southern joyful attitude got through to me.
It not only broke my iceberg shield, it nurtured my soul. This move has been a blessing and it has clearly impacted my art.
Below is a series of my local scenery. I’ve been in love with it and I hope this brings you as much joy as it does to me.