Author: Luciana Mariano

Painter.

Places

 
Where is home? Where is this place we long for being at, belonging, going or coming back to? The place where you feel most confortable and at ease. There where you have your things, your precious possessions, your furniture, clothes, objects, your pets, your people. Home includes tastes, smells, feelings, memories, sensations.

I think I don’t have a home, never had or I just haven’t found it yet. Maybe I will never find it. And then, again, life is so short and we can’t carry any of our belongings when we exit it. Maybe home is not a place but a recognition. Perhaps “home” is just a short trip, on a bumpy, adventurous road and it will only last for a few moments. 

I should probably just think less and enjoy the ride. 

How to escape The Great Land of Lost Opportunities

 
The Great Land of Lost Opportunities is a tiny island in the middle of an unknown and secret ocean, usually secretly called Sea of Fear. The people who live there are used to worship the past and dream aimlessly of the future, in a way that no other people do. And they pass up, on a daily basis, on every single opportunity life insistently and tirelessly presents them, simply because they are not able to perceive their lifes in the present moment and recognize their luck.

I am glad I’m no longer trapped in that island.

I wish could help those souls to get off such a terrible curse, but the only magic that breaks this spell is the magic of self awareness… It’s not easy, but it is possible, and definitely worth the effort. Some times you will find yourself rowing back on that ocean, as the island silently calls you back to its warm sands… But you can fight it, bravely, as many times as it requires, and conquer back your freedom and presence. Some others have also escaped and survived the island and most of us have even got great success, happiness, love, meaningful lifes after understanding that we actually could choose differently, fiercely grab and realize some of the amazing opportunities graciously given.

Opportunities are gifts and it’s not at all a coincidence that they happen to be given in the present moment.

They are indeed, presents, treasures, small and precious miracles… Chances.

If you can, pay attention to them… If you dare, embrace them and embark on their journey. It’s all that takes to break the spell, flee the island and live an amazing life.
A oportunidade de ser feliz só acontece no momento presente. Todo o resto é uma ilusão.

For an extra-ordinary life

 

Things never impressed me.

Position, fortune, status, titles only serve to hide the kind of poverty a person is, no matter how much they earn or achieve. Money can’t buy love, peace of mind, beauty of spirit. I have met lots of people with big houses, cars, bank statements, but sitting on very poor and limited hearts, souls, stories. I have seen the opposite too and drunk in the source of their humbleness and joy. Life is a funny dance, with unexpected music.

I want an interesting life.

Breathtaking sunsets in an idle tuesday.

Meals prepared with simple ingredients and fascinating intentions.

Touch. Long, sweet, warm kisses of passionate tenderness and accelerated heartbeats.

I want long walks. Deep conversations. Careless smiles, loud laughs.

I want that look into someones eyes, where I can see  further into myself and like what I see.

I have felt more comfort in a park bench than in a 5 star hotel.

I have felt more safe in the streets, in middle of the night, in a foreign country than in my own bed.

My real treasures I carry safely within and no one can take them away from me.

A thousand tears have washed my face but I still insist on the silent smile I feel when I close my eyes and open my heart. I may not be sure about the next minutes of my life… But I am absolutely sure I am deliberately wanting, choosing , searching (and finding) a happy, exciting and  interesting existence.

😘

Love

 

I never knew what love tasted like.

I had no idea it could be so peaceful, tender, sweet, quiet, funny, happy, easy, simple.

I lived life on fear, I was trapped in the impression of the impossible and thought love was some sort of struggle, pain, a battle field for the brave, the bold, the merciless.

Then, suddenly, unadvertedly, I got very confused and amazed by the beauty of this hidden little garden love can be. It is really not to be described, but felt. So I rather live it, enjoy and taste it slowly as a secret fruit from Eden.

Curumim

 

“Curumin” in tupi-guarany (one of the many brazilian native languages) means kid, child, boy.

This little curumin is painted for war.

He knows that the forest os important for life and tears run down his face whenever he ses other human beings destroying the forests. He can’t understand so much stupidity and greed. We cry together for nature and for the future of human kind. April 19th is the national day for native brazilian indians, the real owners of this beautiful, sacred land.

Família Caminha-Hassmann



Paintngs are for ever.

And you can make your precious moments last forever in a panting!

Family portraits, wedding portraits, pets, kids, visual stories and a gift that will never be forgotten!

It is lovely, affordable and you help out the starving artist! 😘😊😃

Buy art from independant artists! Give presents with meaning! Support the arts! ❤️

As coristas / Showgirls



Our mission in life is to be happy.

It might be wrong in the eyes of those who prefer to live in compliance with the system.

It might seem foolish in the eyes of those who are not able to dare being/doing differently from everybody else.

The world need more dancers, painters, dreamers.

And also, a lot more respect for the artists and the arts.