I feel like I'm the bee in your craft. My verses smell like the woods, of oxen and corrals. I live in the land of primitive farms and farms. I love the land of a mystical consecrated love, sublimated spousal number,Procreative and fruitful.(CORALINA, 2004, p.330) Nature was generous with Campos do Jordão. Amid exuberant nature, to … Read more
Geometic massesOn music sheetsPlastic and silenceOf the created space.Shell and seahorse.The sea gave you a corollaThe sky magnetized youBut the light restored the balance.Shell and seahorse.(MATHEW, 209, seahorse and shell) There are several ways, there are several colors, there are countless musical notes and many hands working hard in the space that becomes a work, at the age of … Read more
They call it woodcut This very pure art That has lasted for millennia Engraving on wood Serious art or a joke But love is never lacking For the woodcutter To have true art.(…)On the inked woodA sheet is placedAnd then it is pressedAny way you wantWith a press or spoon.The engraving is readyThe result is pure artFor the drawing that comes. In the Brazilian northeast, there was a … Read more
The dream is to see the invisible shapes From the imprecise distance and, with sensitive Movements of hope and will,Seek the cold horizon lineThe tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the source –The deserved kisses of truth.(PESSOA, 2006, p. 68) While the gaze is lost in the chaos of the metropolises drowned in monochrome, or human being … Read more
The first night I fell asleep, because on the sand, miles and miles from any inhabited land. I was more isolated than the castaway on a board, lost in the middle of the sea. So imagine my surprise when, at daybreak, a strange little voice woke me up. It said: – Please, draw me a sheep! (SAINT-EXUPÉRY, 1977, p.11) Yes … Read more
It may be that the best days of our childhood are printed on a sheet of paper. colored; with worked risks; just scribbled; in the form of stories told, of fables, of tales, or in charming poetry. Paper has always been enchanted by its textures, by the way you receive the pencil, the pen, or how does he receive the watchful eye of the … Read more
White Blue Yellow And Black Play In The Light The Beautiful Butterflies (MATHEW, 2013, p.50) The cheerful color that emerges on the light paper, it's like boiling nature, breaking out on the first day of spring. Cheerful, field flowers dot the horizon. Blissful by the colors that disperse, butterflies still come out of their cocoons … Read more
Soak the brush in the blue sea, in the fire of heaven, in the soft silver of the fog that covers the mountain. Soak the brush in the sunflower's light, in the green body of hope, and on the blank paper stains appear: a house, a river, and very far away a girl with her hands full of stars. … Read more
Paints me to turn these skies… Now, Upright, in the background, the Cordillera look alive: Paint the clouds of a fire in a, And high, among the clouds, the first light of dawn. Drop, undulate, The thick fog veils, And the valley paints, and, in the valley outside, The turbid and sound stream Do Paraíba, in whirlwinds … Read more
Exhibition “Olhares sem Vergonha, porque não?” by Rita Caruzzo In order to break artistic paradigms and surprise the viewer both the thematic extravagance as the license, a few days ago, 7 bright women, having fairly heterogeneous curricula, professional plastic artists and some other amateur, decided to aggregate, creating the group “M7ART“. The enthusiasm, a pertinácia … Read more