It´s a funny thing, this thing of being alone… What an opportunity to meet ourselves.
In life, everything is a matter of choice.
If I have to choose something in life, happyness will be it.
Some days I play alone, but when you´ve got friends, you are never REALLY alone.
Some times I wish I could play more… then I remember: living is the best game I will ever own.
Thank you Isa and Polly… who needs the easter bunny when you guys are around!
my son - always on my mind
Suddenly, the whole wide universe is brought into this little person.
Feelings that cannot be explained by words and love have never been this clear and real.
Mathias, my son, for the past 16 years of my life have been my great source of energy and joy.
He inspires me and gives me motivation and reasons for all my efforts and hopes.
I hope you know that.
But even if you don´t know or understand, I´m grateful for every single minute of your presence and everlasting light in my life.
You hide and play, you smile and are…that´s enough for all the wonderful colors you bring into my experience.
I love you, jeg elsker dig, eu te amo. ❤
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.
sitting and painting, painting and waiting for the big day(s) to come.
July in Copenhagen
I hope you all come.
I hope you like it.
I hope.
HOPE.
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!
Tanto para pintar, tanto para sonhar, tanto para compartilhar. Me perco em meio as tintas, desejo ser outra, talvez Laura, Gabriela, Paula. Estar em outro corpo, ser um manequim de mim mesma….
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
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
