Fragments. Shards. Tiny particles that don’t fit together Mismatched codes, Ironically similar In our flaws and lacks
We walk, but we donât question the journey. We donât understand the path, It seems deprived of destination and purpose. We just carry on, with or without legs With or without eyes. We just follow silent orders Anonymously in the crowds We dare not to stand out of norm, of compliance We canât stop Catch our breath. Disrupt traffic, Rest. We succumb to the steep climb. Hopping that the unbridled descent will shorten the path, spare us, somehow.
We walk, breathe, we eat and sleep when possible. We obey inevitably. We are all besieged. Inside and outside all the walls in this world. We are patient and we go mad We wait, and we hope that something will change Someone will save us Anything will happen Besides the pain Despite the fate Beyond the insanity Above the oppression Under the sun We are scattered all over the place Living lawful lies Defying absurdities Coping with what is. But what is Is way less than we deserve
We dream of surviving chaos and catastrophe Hoping our fate would heal and redeem us. We surrender to time Holding to the pieces that are long gone Whipping the dust off our remains wipping dry tears off our eyes We continue, filled with shivering hope and whatever is left of our sacred innocence.
Luciana Mariano (c)
Waiting – acrylics on fine Belgian linen – 180×215 cm
Painting done during the Serlachius Residency in MÀnttÀ, Finland, between March and June 2025.
The 9th painting of this series is called âLiving with differencesâ. 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.