Wood stove

a little place in the middle of nowhere, a life suffered in the interior, where everything is difficult, access to education, health, resources and good roads are scarce, where it is difficult for technology to arrive, even food is planted and harvested in this same place, that's how the life of a sertanejo lives, who spends his days forgotten by the rest of the world, but that's where his roots are, that's where his joy is, it was from that corner that the greatest joys of their lives departed, that's where my brothers and I were born and raised, even amid difficulties, love and happiness were always present at home, where companionship was always hand in hand, days were lived intensely one by one, every minute is worth gold , each year is marked with its own memory. and the longing increases every time I remember the happiness of that place, I still hear and hear the sound and smell of the wood burning in the stove, the sweets that were made there, in the beaten metal pots, the coffees that were brewed at dawn in the morning. sound of the rooster crowing while making coffee, I can still hear the sound of birds and the radio with batteries, and in the background the sound of farm animals, the early morning cold when rounding up the cows to milk them, and the indescribable image of the the sun rising, the swing on the mango tree, the coconut trees that made the children happy, and when they noticed the chimney of the foção making smoke, everyone ran to the stove to help grandma with lunch, with secret recipes that only she knew , with spices from the local plantation, and sharpened by the wood stove.

Software and equipment used

3dsMax, Photoshop (Edit Textures), Marvelous, Corona Render, Quixel Brigde