Coffee Canvas Prints of working tillers are art at its purest and very primitive state. Back in the day, observing my country friends’ parents work in the fields showed me a different reality than that of my own.
My family has been in the coffee breeding business for 5 generations along almost a 100 years. I have to confess that it has never been my thing, but the bucolic environment and the primitive working methods of the old days still fascinate me.
I was born and raised in São Paulo, a metropolis, but vacations were spent between a modest and yet beautifully placed beach house (more on that in good time) and my grandfather’s coffee farm in the distant city where I live now.
Both places gave me a sence of freedom and connection with nature I would never be able to have if I had been less lucky.
In the 60s and 70s, coffee plantations still depended heavily in non mechanised human labor which made it all so much more humane than it is nowadays.
In those days, an average teenager like me could not afford the luxury of playing with kids that belonged to the crew’s families and that gave me a sense of humility, that would be difficult to gain in the big city.
Seeing how hard it was to crop our food, taught me the dimension of merit
Soccer games and children’s play were exciting and fantastic. Life was innocent.
Those days are gone now and Industrial Revolution, while late, finally reached this region. The machines took over and the soccer fields in the farms now shelter vegetable gardens.
But, still, the warming memories are here to remind me how insignificant we are in face of nature’s simple wonders.