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
It's the same quiet alley, With the old rounds and the songs of yore… And my beautiful singing sessions in the morning spend little street in out! (QUINTANA, 2007, p. 14) Quintana's poetry seems to a painting. It is graceful and goes back to the old houses and narrow streets of small towns, with their shutters and tinted windows, … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: The reality of consciousness, this faculty about which people chatter and are so proud of, is a sign of our imperfect development. Before we become superior, it must fuse with instinct. (WILDE,1994, p.113) Wilde tells us about freedom … Read more
A year of 2017 full of stories and art history by Rosangela Vig, Let's review! First Traces of Modern Art - Post Impressionism by Rosangela Vig October Rose + November Blue: Celebrating life! by Rosângela Vig Gente Grande Partnership, ViP Legacy art EXPO 2017 by Rosângela Vig Exhibition “The Colors of … Read more