I have no idea of how many time I have been posting the same pictures… You may all forgive my repetetiveness. My camera is broken and I´m using again and again the old ones. Do not think that my production is limited, though. I´ve been painting a lot, non stop, abundantly – because I just can´t stop.

The busy mother, the girl adjusting her outfit, the flowers, the families, the sisters, the empty living room, the crying girl , the waking up girl , the girl with a mirror, the  singing lady, the making of a party, the big party… and the list goes on. Everything bacomes a painting, because everithing must make sense outside of me.

My son and I are sick today. My enemy is still torturing me. Somethings are very unfair. What goes around, comes around. All this could also be painted.

Luciana Mariano exits the room.