Curso de Desenho Jerry Graciano

Corrida de Lambreta Wild Sundays in the 60s Sempre fui curioso, gostava de aventuras e emoções. Quando fiquei sabendo das corridas de lambreta no Jardim Estoril em Bauru, lá estava eu, animado e ansioso. Era o meio da década de 1960, era menino com 11 anos, mas nessa época nossos pais nos deixavam, livres e soltos. Então, fui ouvir o ronco daqueles motores. A corrida acontecia num domingo de manhã. Eram vinte máquinas e pilotos arrojados, até mais que isso. Um pouco malucos, rs. Havia alguma segurança, precária, mas havia. Era um circuito de rua, totalmente improvisado. Os guardrails eram cordas esticadas, nas curvas pneus amarrados protegiam os pilotos e a plateia que vibrava a cada volta. Faz tempo, mas lembro de um super piloto que vencia todas as corridas. Era muito rápido e ultrapassava até os últimos colocados, colocando uma, duas e até três voltas de vantagem. Seu apelido, Paçoca. Inesquecível. Estes domingos de amigos, corridas e pipocas, marcaram com muita alegria mi...

  Mango Tree Avenue All I have to do is close my eyes, and that beautiful, fruitful avenue of mango trees comes rushing back to my mind. My friends and I used to love going there almost every day to live out our incredible adventures. It was a wide street lined with all kinds of mango trees—rosa, espada, bourbon, and coquinho. Each one more delicious than the last. At the time, I was about ten years old and loved pretending to be Tarzan, the favorite superhero of the neighborhood kids. We would run, climb trees, swing from branch to branch, laugh out loud, and then feast on as many mangoes as we could eat. I can still remember the taste of each variety—sweet and refreshing. Today, I know how vital it is for children to play and let their imagination fly. That’s how they grow up healthy and confident. I became a balanced and creative adult because I had loving parents—and because I was a happy child. Follow me on Instagram  @jerrygraciano  Avenida das Mangueiras Basta fech...

  When I Was a Boy… My First Rocket ☀️ I think I’ve always been curious and creative, even as a young boy. I loved inventing my own toys. I was also a voracious reader, eager to learn about the world — and the universe. I dreamed of becoming an astronaut. From that restless imagination came the desire to build a little rocket — one that would actually launch and soar into the sky. So, I let my imagination take flight. I gathered materials from our little tool shed and got to work on building my first rocket. The body was made from a bicycle tire pump. The fins were flattened pieces of a chocolate can, cut and pierced so I could attach them to the rocket’s body with wire. The exhaust system? Lead, melted on our kitchen stove. I got scolded a lot by my mom for that — but I was stubborn and never gave up. The fuel was gunpowder (taken from small fireworks we used during traditional June festivals), mixed with sugar so it would burn slowly. The launch pad was made from a curtain track,...

My Tropeiro Grandfathe r João Martins, my maternal grandfather, was a strong and courageous man—a dedicated tropeiro who led a small team of cowhands, driving cattle from the region of Bauru all the way to Mato Grosso do Sul in Brazil. To cover that long journey—nearly 1,000 kilometers—they would ride horses and mules, carrying plenty of supplies along the way. These true-life adventures took place in the early 20th century, between 1920 and 1940. They overcame countless hardships with courage and deep experience. Many nights were dangerous, as they crossed deserted lands, some inhabited by Indigenous peoples who had little or no contact with the outside world. The work was grueling and exhausting. They faced every kind of danger, from venomous snakes to jaguars. My grandfather spent much of his life in this tough but fascinating profession. I feel like I inherited his love for adventure. His world and his life captivate me. Even though I never had the honor and pleasure of knowing him...

Exploring Techniques for Drawings with Personality I love exploring different techniques in my daily life as both a teacher and an artist. They help me refine my linework, expand my ways of finishing a drawing, and also serve as inspiration for the exercises I create for my students. In this portrait study, we worked with hatching using fineliners — a technique that requires attention, patience, and precision. Each line was carefully placed in the right direction to build volume, light, and shadow, bringing the face to life. With more advanced students, the challenge was even greater: drawing directly, without sketching first. This kind of exercise is excellent for sharpening observation skills and developing a keener eye for proportion and facial structure. The result? Expressive portraits, full of personality and graphic strength. I enjoy assigning challenges like this because they raise both the technical and artistic level of the student, while also building their confidence. If yo...