Sangue e amor

Sangue de Amor began as a pool of vivid red — blood red — in the centre of a blank canvas. It was painted on a day of deep pain, through tears, without a plan. What emerged was not a composition but a confession.
The red field at the top is dense, almost suffocating in its weight — the accumulated mass of a love that had been real and whole. As the eye moves downward, the surface breaks apart: the paint thins, fractures, drips, and dissolves into white. That dissolution is not a stylistic choice. It is the visual record of what betrayal and abandonment actually feel like — something that was pure, unmade.
The artist describes the work as having begun like a stab wound. “It started as a pool of blood — that’s exactly how I felt. Like a stab, and the blood just pouring out.” The painting became the grief she was living — the disbelief, the holding on, the slow unravelling of a life she had believed in.
Liz Souza was born in Rio de Janeiro and has lived across four countries. Her work emerges from faith, personal transformation, and the full weight of a life deeply lived. She builds her surfaces by hand — layering acrylic and modeling paste into forms that carry physical and emotional memory simultaneously.
Sangue de Amor is a singular work. It could not have been made twice. Finished with Liquitex Professional Matte Varnish. Fitted with D-rings and wire — ready to hang upon arrival.

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“I spent years searching for hidden treasures. I didn’t know I was the treasure all along.”

Born in Rio de Janeiro — a city of impossible colour, salt air and uncontainable energy — Liz Souza spent 15 years crossing continents before she ever picked up a brush.
She lived in the rural United States, where vast landscapes taught her stillness. She drove through the Abu Dhabi desert for two years, moved by its ancient silence and vastness — a landscape so breathtaking it brought her to tears more than once. She walked the museums of Europe, absorbed New York’s relentless creative pulse, and raised three children across four countries — carrying faith as her only constant.
She came to painting not through art school, but through a lifelong visual hunger — years of museums, landscapes and a deep sensitivity to form that finally found its language on canvas.
Liz works with acrylic, sculptural texture and golden leaf — building thick, tactile surfaces that hold what words cannot. Her work carries the weight of lived experience: the heat of a Rio summer, the silence of a desert highway, the ache of years away from home, the quiet miracle of beginning again.
Every canvas is an excavation. Every texture, a layer of a life fully lived.
Based in Sydney, Australia.