Raimundo Alves

Raimundo Alves wakes before dawn in his cobbled-together shanty on stilts, which creaks with the gentle noises of the river below. Each day, he navigates the rickety lanes of his riverside bairro, collecting children in his old bus, ensuring their safety above all despite mechanical troubles. The essence of his world crystallizes in the momentary dance of dust through a sunbeam on his dashboard, a fleeting beauty he captures in his art, inspired by storm worries and the gentle souls he ferries.