Author: Luciana Mariano

Painter.

Painting and breathing

blue wall

It´s hard to manage time
Sometimes I feel that it manages me more than anything else.
This painting tells a little about me
feels like waiting
going somewhere
am I early?
is it too late?
is this appropriate?
too much…and yet so little.

all shades of gray

we may be unsure about the future... but we can always decide the colours.

we may be unsure about the future... but we can always decide the colours.

Here it comes…
It´s hard to start up.
Starting panting is a matter of survival, I need paints and brushes to live and to breath.
But writing is something else. It´s like being me, a painter, and trying to make sense using only shades of gray.
Does it make any sense?
Maybe it does…
Then I´ll have to reinvent myself (again).
Clean up my hands and eyes and try out the new media, the new form of expression, a new possibility, a new chance!
This lovely tool was created and concieved by my dear friend, the very talented professor, writer and jounalist Pollyanna Ferrari.
This beautiful brazilian woman, brings in her heart the magnificence of a thinker, in her hands the strenght of a warrior and in her eyes the dreams and the sweetness of a little girl. She´s patiently introducing me to this new and strange wor(l)d of virtual communication. She´s helping me to bring my old media (my paintings) around and about this conflicting new and ancient world of people and ideas. I´m glad to be here. I´m thankful for showing all of you my humble naïf paintings.
I´m sure enjoying it!
And hoping you will enjoy it too!

a porta

estreito o espaço de passagem

que tapa uma futura imagem

quadrada é a forma que te prende

no meio de dois fatos separados.

perigo em outro mundo que não vejo

ou a espera de um amigo que desejo.

é forte a presença desse corpo

sem chave pra eu poder respirar.

compreendo o teu jeito de censura

porque tua alma deve ser dura

dura como a vida já sem vida

dura como ponto de partida.

por Magali Oliveira Fernandes

BICICLETA

caminhar, sempre caminhar

porque caminho

se não sei aonde vai dar?

porque parada eu não fico!

me sinto cíclica

talvez bicicleta

veloz às vezes

frágil no dia-a-dia

redonda no seu sentido

mais pleno

parada?

parada eu não fico!

eu caio

as vezes me apoio

suplico!

eu quero mesmo é andar

mesmo que eu não saiba

aonde vai dar

por Pollyana Ferrari