Vernissage next saturday, june 6th.
check out address and work: www.ardies.com
Author: Luciana Mariano
good news
My first solo exhibition in São Paulo, Brazil.
June 6 to 30th at Jacques Ardies Gallery.
www.ardies.com (for address, contact and details)
I hope you all enjoy it! Thank you all for being around!
Once upon a time…
There was, once, this girl…
but she was more than one, she was many.
She could quietly observe the movements of life.
She could dream and realize beyond impossibilities.
She could could sit and play as an innocent child.
or she could close herself in to a distant, dark and cold yard, waiting for expiration of time.
[The gate is not locked.]
Life is full of possibilities.
bed, breakfest and friendship…
This painting was made for my friends Adriana´s cousins: Ceci and Cleusa.
They live in White Plains, NY and they have by far the best bed and breakfest in the States…
even before they open it.
Love is an art printed in one´s eyes and gestures, voice and touch.
I (still) believe in love.
Find yourself
Many times, even in front of the mirror, we don´t see ourselves.
You are there. You can look at yourself ..but you don´t really see who´s there…
Find your inner child in here. I´m sure you can – if you only try!
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In this painting, if you
friends and cats
Friends are the kind of family you can choose. Friends: I want them all.
Cats are classy, independant, self-aware, beautiful. Cats: I want to be like them.
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This painting was made while visiting my dear friend Priscila and her husband Tom in Rochester, NY. Snoo and Baby Kitty are their cats/babies…
Aren´t they cute?
vida simples – vie simple – simple life – vita semplice – enkle liv
PAINTING
is not a game
LIVING
is.
mother´s day
Sometimes i feel like someone eternally waiting
for the letter that may never arrive
the love that will never come
the happyness that will never be
But then I feel the wind on my skin
the green fields from a distance
and the surprising colors, all over, everyday
and then I know: everything is, Â indeed, Â possible.
what should I say…
have you ever done something you didn´t want to?
frustrated expectations are the source of all the pain
I wish I could sleep and dream of children playing
bright stars on a blue, clear sky
houses, mountains, laughter, happyness and love…
Are we all asking for the impossible? I hope not.
Naive – Naïve – Naïf
The room is empty. Is he coming back? Can I jump with no major damage to the furniture?
The expectations are immense…
will I be able to make a statement?
I need to paint to survive. I´m struggling. Is there anyone out there?
Is the room empty?
luciana mariano 