peace

Living with differences

9/12 - Living with differences -  – Luciana Mariano © 2023. Painting available at MakslaXO Gallery, Riga – Latvia.

9/12


The 9th painting of this series is called “Living with differences”. Although this series was made during my residency at the Serlachius Museum Residency, and my reflection was done around the challenges of my own immigration to Finland, the paintings seem to me now reaching much wider comprehension about the matter. By the time I was producing them, I knew that the same concept could be shared in different situations of disruptive, such as a divorce, a change of jobs, house, city or even death. The current world situation brought my ponderations into a wider spectrum, where the political and cultural factors play also an important point of consideration. Living with differences means adapting. Also means allowing diversities to thrive together. It plays both in the individual, personal allowance to existence but also in the collective force, since we are all bound and connected in the same planet and we are the same species with a pleiad of diverse cultures, religions, contexts, stories. We cannot push others out of existence in order to exist without any discomfort nor disagreement. We cannot cease to be because others a claim the right to settle in. A war, in the 21st century, sounds to me that we are refusing to evolve as a society and as human beings. A genocide and a colonial mindset makes it all even more unreasonable, primitive, despicable. The painting shows the beauty and the ugliness in the possibility of allowing those differences to co-exist. But above that, it reinforces the idea of necessary and possible peaceful and comfortable co-existance. We can still thrive and be sheltered. Adapt and find balance. Allow and be granted with acceptance.
Extreme individuality and separation builds walls and not homes. Exposes greed and not kindness nor intelligence. Zionism must end. Humanity must prevail over insanity, selfishnesses and violence.

Luciana Mariano, April, 2024.

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PortuguĂŞs:

A 9ª pintura desta série chama-se “Convivendo com as diferenças”. Embora esta série tenha sido realizada durante a minha residência na Residência do Museu Serlachius, e a minha reflexão tenha sido feita em torno dos desafios da minha própria imigração para a Finlândia, as pinturas parecem-me agora alcançar uma compreensão muito mais ampla sobre o assunto. Na época em que os produzia, sabia que o mesmo conceito poderia ser compartilhado em diferentes situações disruptivas, como divórcio, mudança de emprego, de casa, de cidade ou até morte. A actual situação mundial trouxe as minhas ponderações para um espectro mais amplo, onde os factores políticos e culturais desempenham também um importante ponto de consideração. Conviver com as diferenças significa adaptar-se. Também significa permitir que as diversidades prosperem juntas. Ela atua tanto na concessão individual e pessoal à existência, mas também na força coletiva, uma vez que estamos todos ligados e conectados no mesmo planeta e somos a mesma espécie com uma plêiade de diversas culturas, religiões, contextos, histórias. Não podemos expulsar os outros da existência para existir sem qualquer desacordo. Não podemos deixar de existir porque outros reivindicam o direito de se instalarem. Uma guerra, no século XXI, parece-me que nos recusamos a evoluir como sociedade e como seres humanos. Um genocídio e uma mentalidade colonial tornam tudo ainda mais irracional, primitivo e desprezível. A pintura mostra a beleza e a feiúra na possibilidade de permitir que essas diferenças coexistam. Mas, acima disso, reforça a ideia de uma coexistência pacífica e confortável necessária e possível. Ainda podemos prosperar e ser protegidos. Adaptar-nos e encontrar equilíbrio. Permitir e ser concedido com aceitação.
A extrema individualidade e separação constroem muros e não casas. Expõem a ganância e não a gentileza, nem a inteligência. O sionismo deve acabar. A humanidade deve prevalecer sobre a insanidade, os egoísmos e a violência.

Luciana Mariano, Abril de 2024.

A casa na Ăˇrvore

Puumaja – 2022 – Private collection

There is a jungle of chaos, emotions and thoughts where we live in. Deep in there, in a tiny clearing, on the top of a green hill, a tall tree with wide spread roots and branches so long that almost look like pathways in the sky. On top of the tree there is a little red house, with a bell by the door and small clear windows with delicate curtains that filters the light and decorates the interior. It is cozy; it shelters the soul and allows you to rest, find your silence, be safe. The whistling sounds of the wind rustling the leaves and lazy cricket melodies are the only sounds allowed to gently disturb your rest. When it rains, the thunder clears the air and the water drops washes the dirt and the dust away, preparing all surfaces to receive the warm rays of sun again, imprinting the cyclic harmony so needed between storms and peacefulness. There we can smile and play. There, mind and body are free to be. There you can sit for hours (or even seconds), breath deeply and enjoy small moments of beauty, solitude, emptiness and happiness. In there you will find the time and space you need to clear your heart, grow stronger, healthier and get ready to endure the hardships of the jungle, of life. You will leave, but you can always go back. For you, the door remains forever unlocked.

Art IS that tree house.

Luciana Mariano, 2022 Ⓒ 

Há uma selva de caos, emoções e pensamentos onde vivemos. Lá no meio, numa pequena clareira, no topo de uma colina verde, uma árvore alta com raízes largas e galhos tão longos que quase parecem caminhos no céu. No topo da árvore há uma casinha vermelha, com sino na porta e pequenas janelas transparentes com cortinas delicadas que filtram a luz e decoram o interior. É aconchegante; ela abriga a alma e permite que você descanse, encontre seu silêncio, esteja seguro. Os sons sibilantes do vento farfalhando as folhas e melodias preguiçosas de grilo são os únicos sons permitidos para perturbar suavemente o seu descanso. Quando chove, o trovão limpa o ar e as gotas de água lavam a sujeira e a poeira, preparando todas as superfícies para receberem novamente os raios quentes do sol, imprimindo a harmonia cíclica tão necessária entre tempestade e tranquilidade. Lá podemos sorrir e brincar. Lá, mente e corpo são livres para existir. Lá você pode sentar por horas (ou talvez segundos), respirar fundo e desfrutar de pequenos momentos de beleza, solidão, vazio e felicidade. Lá você encontrará o tempo e o espaço necessários para limpar seu coração, ficar mais forte, mais saudável e se preparar para endurecer diante das dificuldades da selva, da vida. Você vai embora, mas sempre pode voltar. Para você, a porta permanece para sempre destrancada.

A arte É aquela casa na árvore.

Luciana Mariano, 2022, direitos autorais reservados.

Peaceful routine.


Once again I reccour to polarities, extreams, opposites, extremities.

In my personal life the peace I always dreammed of; beauty, harmony, love and simplicity.

In the world evil, greediness, injustice, hate, disgust, stupidity, cruelty.

I don’t understand and I also don’t accept such dispairity. It is not easy to find balance between these two realities. It is impossible to feel happy and at ease inside when you know the world is burning down and falling apart in the outside. When does it break even? How does it change? Where does it end? How long more should we be endure the pain og this sick, unfair, twisted world? How do we sleep at night knowing that someone is hurting, hungry, suffering, drowning?

How do we cope?

How to survive?

We find a way to scream in silence of art.
PEACEFUL ROUTINE – Acrylics on canvas – 40×50 – 2018 – Luciana Mariano (c) 

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.

The sweet sound of peace

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Painting in the parks in Brussels have been a delightful experience.
People take their time to smell the flowers.
And I allowed myself to listen, to the sweet sound of peace.
Life is matter of perception. And letting go of unnecessary noise.

Belgian food for the soul.
Belgian music to the eyes.
It’s raining… And the sun is shining.
Lucky me!

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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.

Shhhh

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O silencio, as vezes
Permite aos olhos falar
O silencio, quase sempre
Permite a alma descansar em paz.

…………………

Silence, some times
Allows the eyes to speak
Silence, most of times
Allows the soul to rest in peace.

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 nĂŁo 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 mĂŁo. 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.
CachecĂłis.

SilĂŞncio.

imagine

Happy birthday John.

Home

Imagine

Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

 

empty nest

sometimes everything is just as it is supposed to be but we just don´t get it

our vision of life goes not much further than our eyes can see, but life is much bigger, and yet such a speck on the universe

sometimes gray skies, but inside the tiles are kept warm and colorful

because nothing is worth our despair

everything just needs our contemplation

understanding and letting go of all fear, all doubt

and finally surrender to inner peace, where time and space meet and let our existence make some sense.

Just breath, that´s the ultimate advice.