Bob, somehow, colours in every aesthetics school of thought. He brings colour to stuffy “eruditism”. He paints his irony and sarcasm blue, in order to turn them into a horizon where the sky kisses the sea. He changes the paint’s cadmium into bananas that are ready to devoured. An unhinged elegance, which is able to turn what is authentic into a fake. The fake, it sounds like a waltz, gliding along the ballroom, taking us to moments of contemplation and delicacy, like the serene and beautiful waves of life.

Edmilson Nunes