Over wetlands, the dewy valleys, Above the sea ether and, over the woods and the mountain. And far beyond the sun, beyond the horizon, Beyond the confines of the starry ceilings. my spirit, going with all speed. As a good swimmer delighted in wave, happily Sulcas round immensity, … Read more
By making the painter, my look, on the screen of the heart, copied your beauty. My body frames the frame, which reveals the highest workmanship in painting. By painter, you will see the fine instinct with which your faithful portrait was displayed, and the grace that, pending and silent, it prints the enclosure … Read more
I am the woman to whom the time Very taught. Taught to love life. Don't give up the fight. Start over in defeat. Waive negative words and thoughts. Believe in human values. Be optimistic. (CORALINA, 2004, p. 132) The words would not be enough to describe the woman who was our dear Cora Coralina. Its verses are of … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: World's End The hat flies from the head of the citizen, All winds resound as though with muffled cries. The roofers fall and smash and back - reads - the tide rises. The storm is here, leap to land Wild seas that crush … Read more
Say: The wind blew my mind about life. And all that was ephemeral If undid. And you only you, you are eternal… (MEIRELES, 1995, p.6) Only one poet's soul to leave so sweet message. And the wind that blew in poetry, also blew the spirit of Art, rapt the soul of the … Read more
The Song of the Earth I am the Earth I am the life. From my clay came first the man. From me came the woman and came the love. The tree came, the wellspring came. The fruit comes and the flower comes. I am the original source of all life. I am the ground that … Read more
How beautiful is the sun when it rises laughing, how explosion, launching Good morning, Sir! – Happy is he who can lovingly Saluting its most glorious afterglow than a dream! (BAUDELAIRE, 2006, p.170) Colors can invade spaces, permeate thoughts and ways. The author is a sweet assignment to lead the viewer's gaze, at the age of … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: The painting lesson Framework none is finished, Said right painter; If you can endlessly continue it, First, on the other side of another frame. That, made from such, There on the screen, hides a door, That gives a runner That … Read more
In the picture I ask myself – trace trace – sometimes I paint cloud, sometimes I paint tree… sometimes I paint myself with things that I no longer even remember… or things that don't exist but that one day will exist… and, read this, that seek – little by little – my eternal likeness, … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: When Ishmalia became insane, She stood dreaming in the tower… She saw a moon in the sky, She saw another one in the sea. In the dream she lost herself, She bathed in the moonlight… She wanted to go up to heaven, And to go down to the sea… And, in her madness, In … Read more
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