love

I am ready.

 
Difficult moments makes one realize what is really important in life. What should be a priority, what should not be taken for granted, what should not matter at all. Adversities are the best teachers and can make the best students. Little by little I go struggling to gather all the courage I need to have an extraordinary life, even against all odds, simply because I deserve a full, meaningful, happy, beautiful life. The path is lonely, and yet, each one I meet teaches me what is good or bad for me. Time is an illusion, we are in it but we don’t have it.

Life is urgent. 

I am ready.

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?

❤️

Living in the now

 

When everything seems impossible: breath. No need for hassle and struggle, just breath.

Love can heal anything, in fact, love makes everything, at least, worth trying.

Living one day at the time, being present, breathing and loving. 

Now is the only moment that really exists – give it a try.

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Quando tudo parecer impossível: respire. Sem necessidade de luta e força, simplesmente respire.

O amor cura tudo, de fato, o amor faz com que tudo valha, ao menos, a tentativa.

Viver um dia de cada vez, estar no presente, respirando e amando.

O agora é o unico momento que realmente existe – tente!

 

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.

Something to say

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Some paintings
(Just like some people)
Don’t need to speak
To say what they do
To tell how they feel
To announce what they mean
To pronounce what they think
To declare what they want
To state what they can
To be what they are.

Paintings
(As some people)
Must be observed carefully
Read between the lines
Touched and felt
Watched
Gazed
Sensed.

Then you will know it
Understand it
And maybe like it or not.

It won’t matter though
It would be too pretentious
Of you and me
To believe that your judgement of it
Is of, at all, any importance.

If you can’t see beauty
Goodness
Grace
Love

You probably don’t have it in yourself too.

Luciana Mariano

12.12.12

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12.12.12
Something is starting
Something is relating
Something is expanding
Something is ending
1+2+1+2+1+2=9
9+anynumber you add up = the number you add up
That means you are free to add up
Whatever you want on your life
Add love
Peace
Wealth
Health
Beauty

It’s time:
Choose happiness.

André e Heitor

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When we are feeling pretty lost, we tend to search for roots, for references that may bring us back to safety and meaning. I have a gigantic family both on my dad’s and mom’s side. But I was raised not very close to neither, I always felt kind of separeted and not belonging to anything. This feeling made me grasp for a family of my own and when I was 21 I was already married and pregnant. 20 years later, my son is a grown up and the sense of empty nest syndrome sets in once again.
Through Facebook I got in touch with relatives that were long lost and missed. Some of them ( like the cousin in the painting) i have never met and yet, makes me long for something that runs deeper than the vains and surnames ties. André is a kind hearted person, who cares for his kid, helps the poor, works with at risk youth and yet takes his time to say hi and “like” stuff on the internet. Cool kid with a super cool little kid. So I painted him playing with Heitor. Because life passes too quickly when we play with our kids and some day, he will have this moment captured on canvas to rewind time.

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Quando a gente se sente bem perdida, a gente começa a procurar por raízes, referencias que nos tragam seguramça e significado. Eu tenho familias gigantes do lado do meu pai e da minha mãe. Mas eu não fui criada muito próxima de nenhum dos lados, e eu sempre me senti meio separada e não pertencendo a coisa nenhuma. Esse sentimento talvez tenha sido a origem de eu, aos 21, ja estar casada e gravida. 20 anos depois, meu filho ja é adulto e a sensação de ninho vazio volta a aparecer. Pelo Facebook eu achei muitos parentes que ha muito havia me desencontrado e que faziam falta. Alguns deles (como o primo da pintura) eu ainda em conheço, mas me fazem falta por motivos ainda mais profundos do que os que correm nas veias ou nos laços de sobrenome. André é uma pessoa de coração enorme, que cuida do filhinho dele, ajuda pessoas que precisam, trabalha com dependentes químicos, corre e ainda assim tem tempo de dizer um oi e “curtir” coisas que ve na internet. Um cara legal com um filhotinho super legal. Então eu pintei ele brincando com o Heitor. Porque a vida passa rapido demais, especialmente quando brincamos com nossos filhos. Ai um dia, ele vai ter esse momento capturado na tela pra poder voltar no tempo! Beijos primos!

Love

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Do not take for granted
My capacity to love
I have seen evil and tyranny
And have tasted the bitter taste of indifference
But I overcame my pains and sores
And demanded my heart to heal
Even though my soul refused to understand.
I love, despite all efforts to make me hate.

Scene

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Two trees and then, one tree.
A green chair that doesn’t match.
Pink wall, confusing and yet warm.
Hanging beads, no wind.
Transparency and grace.
A lonely vase, with a lonely tulip, on a lonely window.
The white cat licks its paw, then it stops… What’s happening?
One hand, curious eyes… Where is she?
Excitement. Thrill.

(…)

Blue sky, quiet clouds.
Pearls falling from trees.
Toys that we never play with
Charms for luck. Superstition.
Blue sky, frozen clouds, empty horizon.
More beads. Hanging quetly. No wind. No movement.

(…)

Will i ever be found?
Will i ever be loved?
Where is he?
What should I do?
Where should I go?

(…)

Marine blue boots ready to go. Deep purple umbrella. Scarfs.

Silence.

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Duas árvores e então, uma arvore.
Uma cadeira verde que não combina.
Parede rosa, confusa e ainda assim quente.
Contas penduradas, sem vento.
Transparência e graça.
Um vaso solitário, com uma tulipa solitária, em uma janela solitária.
O gato branco lambe a pata e para… O que está acontecendo?
Uma mão. Olhos curiosos… Onde ela está?
Excitação. Suspense.

(…)

Céu azul, nuvens quietas.
Pérolas caindo das árvores.
Brinquedos que nunca brincamos.
Amuletos para sorte. Superstição.
Céu azul, nuvens congeladas, horizonte vazio.
Mais contas. Penduradas quietamente. Sem movimento.

(…)

Vou ser achada?
Vou ser amada?
Onde ele está?
O que eu faço?
Para onde vou?

(…)

Botas azuis marinho prontas para partir.
Guarda chuva de um roxo profundo.
Cachecóis.

Silêncio.

Ecology of Sensations

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The last 41 days, out of the 41 years I have lived so far, have been very intense, interesting, provocative, colored, instructive, satisfying, confusing. Words keep falling down on me like drops of very cold water, on a warm day, on my bare skin. Refreshing, amusing and yet disturbing, unsettleling.

Instigating words flew by:
Being fluid
System
Ecology of Sensations
Resistence
Criticism
Love

The right and the chance of being lost
Admiring the temperature
Sensing the light
Unfeeding emptiness
Sex without the body
Hidden kindnesses
Pleasure of not knowing
Intentional agressions
Infinite curiosity and wisdom
Woods that are able to bend

End.

Os últimos 41 dias, dos 41 anos que vivi até agora, têm sido muito intensos, interessantes, provocativos, coloridos, instrutivos, prazerosos, confusos. As palavras ficam caindo em mim como gotas de agua muito fria, num dia quente, sobre a minha pele. Refrescantes, diveridas mas ainda assim complicadas, incômodas.

Palavras instigantes voaram:
Tornar-se fluido
Sistema
Ecologia de sensações
Resistência
Crítica
Amor

O direito e a chance de se sentir perdido
Admirando a temperatura
Sentindo a luz
Desalimentando o vazio
Sexo sem corpo
Delicadezas escondidas
Agressões intencionais
Madeiras que se dobram
Curiosidade e sabedorias sem fim

Fim.