God wants, the man dreams, the work is born.God wanted the Earth to be all one,The sea unites, no longer separate., and you were unraveling the foam. And the white shore went from island to continent,Shed light, running, until the end of the world,And the whole earth was seen, suddenly,To emerge, round, do azul profundo.(PESSOA, 2006 p. 67) Are … Read more
It is a great and beautiful thing to see a drama unfold with this vastness in which art powerfully develops nature.; a drama where the action moves to a conclusion with a steady, easy walk, no diffusion and no throttling; um drama enfim em que o poeta preencha plenamente a finalidade múltipla da … Read more
Alley that you were born in the shadow Of convent walls,You are like the life that is holy Despite all the falls. That's why I loved you constantly And I sing to say goodbye to you never again!(BANDEIRA, 2008, p. 108) Urban landscapes filled with ash loom large, advance in plain sight. The constructions inside the great metropolis rise and drag the time. O que antes era … Read more
And so at different points along the road are the different gears, saying what they are best able to say, and in the language that is peculiarly yours. Despite, or maybe thanks to the differences between them, there was never a time when the arts came closer than they do today, uma fase ligada ao desenvolvimento … Read more
Thus, the lover of universal life enters the crowd as if it appeared to him as a reservoir of electricity.. One can also compare it to a mirror as immense as this multitude.; to a kaleidoscope endowed with consciousness that, with each of your moves, represents the multiple life and the changing charm of all the elements … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: The vulgar believe that it is easy to escape reality, when it's the hardest in the world. It is easy to say or paint something that is completely meaningless., that is intelligible or null: it will suffice to queue nonsense words, or trace … 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
Ask for your soul. The soul that is tenderness. Kindness, Sadness, Love. But you will show the curve of your free flight, between the worlds… (MEIRELES, song XVII, 1982) The artist's soul does not plan a work. She conceives the idea and takes flight through the unfathomable dimensions that are allowed to her.. If you pass through the field … Read more
made a stop, one stop for the train to carry coffee, Before, difficult roads, only ox carts transited, taking days and days. After, a house here, another there. (PORTINARI, 2018, p.19) Portinari's Poetry is confused with his Painting and it may be that this excerpt from his poem brings to mind the universe of … Read more
blessed or what, in the land, the fire did, and the ceiling; And what joined the plow to the patient and friendly ox; And what found the hoe; which is, from the abject floor, Did, to the kisses of the sun, the gold sprout from the wheat; (BILAC, 2007, p.81) The world can be shaped under the eye … Read more