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The Elephant In The Room

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Life has funny ways to show us the way. Signs. Presences and absences. Dreams. It’s not the destination but the journey. It’s not what we see but what we feel. How we feel and perceive it. Not easy to choose, to decide, to trust the movement of life. Eyes shut, breathing, silencing the noisy mind and allowing the air to invade your skin, your pores and lungs. What is the elephant in your room? What does it mean to you? How to deal with it? Pure mystery and yet plenty of possibilities.

 

 

Empower women, change the world.

   
   
President Dilma Rousseff receiving the painting I made for her ❤️🌹

Last year, when President Dilma Rousseff won the elections, I was so happy and proud of it that I painted a painting honouring her as a woman, as a mother, a grandmother, and the great politician she is. It was deep from my heart, because being myself a woman and surviving in a man dominated society, i can only imagine the difficulties she endures every single day, on position she is at. The painting was called: “Dilma and the little brazilians”. It shows her in the center, with her grandchild and 11 other kids, all surrounding her and being thankful for he love and dedication. There are whites, blacks, indigenous, oriental, mixed races, boys and girls representing 12 stars, signs, months and twelve works (like Hercules), wishing her enough strength and love to carry on her work, mission and calling. This is the woman, who is crucified by the brazilian fascist media on a daily basis since her first run. She is responsible for taking 40 million brazilians that were below extreme lines of poverty and misery and bringing them to a better life, with access to nutrition, health and education. This woman, whom the brazilian stupid, arrogant and cruel right-wing hate so much, is responsible for improving life of millions of brazilian children that, for the first time in history, was recognized as a country where it’s children are no longer die of hunger and malnutrition (according to official UN reports).  This woman is taking the blame for a society filled with corruption when in reality she is the first one to really come forward, open up and fight it. She is insulted, mocked, humiliated by the most disgusting, evil and ignorant people and yet, she stands strong and keeps working with bravery and determination that only the most noble souls can have. She commited and risked her life to justice and democracy since she was a teenager, fighting dictatorship, going to prision and being horrendously tortured for years. She never gave up. The pressure and torture she suffers now isn’t much different from what she faced 40 years ago. In fact, the evil powers are still very similar, perhaps even the same (greedy old men who never give up on their thirst for power through economical and social domination). But she stands fiercely as a mother for this nation. 

As in the painting, she stands lovingly and proudly.

She is ready to fight to her very last breath for a better life, future and country of the children she holds.

Thank you Mrs. Dilma Vana Rousseff. Your courage and strength is writting a new history to Brazil.

Your love will conquer ignorance, greed and hate and will make a better life for those who were never remembered, protected or cared for in our society.

P.S.: thank you dear Juneia Batista (from CUT – Brazil’s biggest workers Union) for your kindness, love and help on making it possible and bringing my painting to President Dilma’s hands. 

You have my deepest gratitude! 😘

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No ano passado, quando a Presidenta Dilma Rousseff ganhou as eleições, eu fiquei tão feliz e orgulhosa dela que pintei um quadro para honrar a mulher, a mãe, a avó, e a grande estadista que ela é. Era do fundo do meu coração, porque eu mesma, sendo mulher e sobrevivendo em uma sociedade dominada por homens, só posso imaginar as dificuldades que ela enfrenta a cada dia, na posição que ela se encontra. A pintura se chama: “Dilma e os brasileirinhos”. Ele mostra a Presidenta ao centro, com seu neto e outras 11 crianças, ao redor dela, gratos por seu amor e dedicação. Há brancos, negros, indígenas, orientais, raças miscigenadas, meninos e meninas que representam 12 estrelas, signos, meses e doze trabalhos (como os de Hércules), desejando-lhe força e amor suficientes para continuar seu trabalho, sua missão e legado. Esta é a mulher, que é crucificada diariamente pela mídia fascista brasileira, desde seu primeiro mandato. Ela é responsável por tirar 40 milhões de brasileiros que estavam abaixo das linhas de extrema pobreza e miséria e trazê-los para uma vida melhor, com acesso à nutrição, saúde e educação. Esta mulher, a quem o brasileiro estúpido, arrogante, cruel e limitado da direita tanto odeia, é a responsável por melhorar a vida de milhões de crianças brasileiras que, pela primeira vez na história, foi reconhecido como um país onde as crianças não morrem mais de fome e desnutrição (de acordo com relatórios oficiais da ONU). Esta mulher está levando a culpa por uma sociedade cheia de corrupção, quando na realidade ela é a primeira a realmente expor e lutar contra tudo isso. Ela é insultada, escarnecida, humilhada pelas pessoas mais repugnantes, más e ignorantes e ainda assim ela está forte e resoluta, trabalhando com a bravura e determinação que só as almas mais nobres poderiam ter. Ela dedicou e arriscou sua vida, desde a adolescência, pela justiça e democracia, lutando contra a ditadura, indo para prisão e sendo terrivelmente torturada por anos. Ela nunca desistiu. A pressão e tortura que ela sofre agora não é muito diferente da que ela enfrentou há 40 anos. Na verdade, os poderes do mal ainda são muito semelhantes, talvez até os mesmos (seres gananciosos que nunca desistem da sede do poder, da dominação econômica e social). Mas ela é uma lutadora incansável, uma verdadeira mãe para esta nação. Como na pintura, ela está cercada de motivos, amor e força . Ela está pronta para lutar até seu último suspiro por uma vida melhor e pelo futuro dos brasileirinhos que hoje estão em seu colo, em suas mãos. Obrigada Sra. Dilma Vana Rousseff. Sua coragem e força está escrevendo uma nova história para o Brasil. Seu amor vai vencer a ignorância, a ganância e o ódio e vai trazer uma vida melhor para aqueles que nunca foram lembrados, protegidos ou cuidados em toda a história do nosso país. 

The Recipe

  

Recipe of Love – painting for sale and exhibited at Galleria Maria, Helsinki, Finland

Go take a look and visit this lovely, lovely gallery:   http://www.galleriamaria.fi ❤️
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I wish love had a recipe and we could follow it, step by step, making the best of it, getting it, spot on right.

What is the recipe for love

Respect?

Consideration?

Care?

Freedom?

Desire?

Passion?

Forgiveness?

Friendship?

Tolerance?

Time?

I know that each human being is a very unique maze and a full ecology of feelings, stories, needs, sensations. Therefore there must be more than one recipe. But what are the essencial ingredients? What makes it so right, so good, wrong or possible, simple or labourious?

What is the ultimate recipe for love? The delicate chemistry that makes us crave for something extraordinary?
A love so big, so complete that will finally save us from this emotional starvation and loneliness?

❤️

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.

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.

Vermelho | Red | Rosso | Rød | Rouge | Rojo | Rot

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Onde eu me sento
Onde descanso meu coração
Onde afirmo minhas inclinações na vida
Onde contabilizo as emoções da jornada

Home

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Some places are just like that.
A place to call home.
Grandpa’s couch.
Home sweet home.
Feeling homesick.
Missing home.
Missing my own.
Missing my son.
Some people are just like that.
They make us feel like home.
They share and they mean it.
They will be missed.
My home is always open for them.
It is funny how life is.
Some homes are made of stone.
Others of feelings.
Good memories
And good friends.

Home sweet home
Is wherever your heart is at.

So far… And yet, at home.

PS: Merci beaucoup Sol.
PS2: Proficiat met je verjaardag Fransje.
PS3: Jeg savner dig vildt, Mathias, min skat.

PS4: You can buy this painting at: http://www.naive-kunst-in-berlin.de/kuenstlerdergalerie/lucianamariano/