I'll be an artist. I paint. Growing up right here, in the favela, there aren't many who actually come from here who make a living out of art - even though a lot of other artists make art out of our favela. I got into one of the most prestigious art colleges in central Rio, and suddenly I met people with pools and servants and shiny cars. One day when me and a friend came home to his place in the middle of the night, he had forgotten his keys - so he went literally into his maid's house in the garden to make them get him in. He's cool, though. And he obviously gets a lot of his paintings out and on exhibitions, with all his contacts in the art life in Rio. But I don't think that art will be as good as mine. Because he doesn't HAVE to paint well, he'll always find a way. If I don't paint well, I don't eat. I think that's my advantage over him - I'm always on the edge, so I always have to get better. I always have to paint.
Max // Rocinha favela, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil