Strong Women

Strong women
We have to be strong.

To know about everything.

To endure.

To resist.

To accept.

To comply.

To insist.

To work hard.

To work harder.

To look good.

To be gentle.

To be kind.

To behave.

To be modest.

To exceed.

To find out.

To fit in.

To survive.

To be a woman in a world ruled by greedy white men is a work of art.

And we are.

Luciana Mariano (c)


Life is a candy shop

Sometimes words can overflow the dam of your emotions, leaking uncontrollably until it breaks through your head, your skull, your soul and your skin, making you finally drown in your own little puddle of thoughts. Poetical and tragic death by excessive unsolved, unwanted, unnecessary feelings.
A big world, full of possibilities, exciting paths, incredible stories to be experienced, lived, conquered and yet somedays, you just feel too tired to get out of bed. But no, you won’t give up: your friend said “suck it up” and you force yourself out of bed (because people’s judgements matter so much and yes, you live for people’s approvals), then you struggle, try, cope and you realize: bed was indeed the best option, after all. Giving in and listening to yourself instead of whoever says otherwise would, at least, have saved you from your self imposed tyranny.
Yes, life can be filled with beauty, coziness, tasty and colorful treats, but at certain moments your senses are too numb and nothing motivates you. There is plenty of food but you feel no hunger. It’s rather paradoxal that you feel so empty and at the same time you feel fed up, nauseous. If even when surrounded by cute cakes and delicious custards you still starve to death, it might mean that your hunger was not about food but a deep lack of something else. If that is the case, pretty little foods and words never stood a chance. Quiet down, turn off your cellphone, listen to yourself, to your silence, even if it is not pretty. You don’t need to smile when you don’t feel like it. Respect yourself first.

Famiglia – Família – Familie – Family Art

Family art.


You can make memories last forever with a painting. Your kids will grow up, time will pass, but your most precious moments will remain intact in a piece of art. Thank you Dotoli Family for bringing your family to my eyes, heart and brushes. Grazie. Obrigada ❤️

The Elephant In The Room


Life has funny ways to show us the way. Signs. Presences and absences. Dreams. It’s not the destination but the journey. It’s not what we see but what we feel. How we feel and perceive it. Not easy to choose, to decide, to trust the movement of life. Eyes shut, breathing, silencing the noisy mind and allowing the air to invade your skin, your pores and lungs. What is the elephant in your room? What does it mean to you? How to deal with it? Pure mystery and yet plenty of possibilities.



Do que é feita a arte? What is art made of?

I just spent a week in an Artistic Residency that changed my life. A week that clearly gave me and taught me much more than I could ever give and teach. Projeto Âncora was born of a dream of very loving, altruistic people and became a reality and a life changing mechanism for many, now me included.

It started up as an after-school activity place for underpriviledged kids, then a circus school and finally an innovative, inspiring, amazing learning hub (school becomes an obsolete term for what they do and stand for), where kids learn whatever they have officially to learn and much, much more than that. Kids become the best version of themselves in there. They learn how to love, respect, listen, share, see…

For a whole week I sat there, under the circus tent and I painted. I had hundreds of curious eyes on me. I was surrounded and encountered many partners, story tellers, advisors, critics, helpers. I answered questions I had never thought about, I heard comments and compliments I would never thought were possible or even existed. Me and my painting were, daily, kissed, hugged and held lovingly by kids from 2 to 80 years old. And it felt good. In fact, I truely believe I was never loved this much. 

In return I also loved. I listened, observed, accepted, laughed, cried, talked, learned, painted. 

Art is made of many things. It’s an individual process inserted in a very collective one. I learned many things this week, but the greatest lesson for me was understanding that love is the essencial raw material to compose any and everything good and beautiful that urges to exist. Life needs love and Art is definetely made of it.

I deeply thank every and each child, teacher, friend and person I met at Projeto Ancora this week. You all make the world a better place to live in. Humanity stands a chance because of people and places like this.

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Eu acabei de voltar de uma semana em uma residência artística que mudou minha vida. Uma semana que me deu e me ensinou muito mais do que eu claramente poderia dar e ensinar. Projeto Âncora nasceu de um sonho de pessoas muito amorosas e altruístas e tornou-se uma realidade e um mecanismo de mudança de vida para muitos, agora eu the também incluída.

Começou como um lugar de atividades pós escola, para as crianças desfavorecidas, em seguida, uma escola de circo e, finalmente, um inovador, inspirador e incrível centro de aprendizado (“escola” torna-se um termo obsoleto diante do que eles fazem e representam), lá as crianças aprendem o que eles têm oficialmente que aprender e muito, muuuuuito mais do que isso. Lá dentro as crianças tornam a melhor versão de si mesmas. Eles aprendem a amar, respeitar, ouvir, compartilhar, a enxergar …

Durante uma semana inteira me sentei lá, sob a tenda de circo e pintei. Eu tinha centenas de olhos curiosos sobre mim. Eu estava cercada e assessorada por muitos parceiros, contadores de histórias, conselheiros, críticos, ajudantes. Eu respondi perguntas às quais eu nunca havia imaginado, ouvi comentários e elogios que eu nunca pensei que fossem possíveis ou sequer que existissem. Eu e minha pintura eram, diariamente, beijadas, abraçadas e carinhosamente acolhidas por centenas de crianças de 2 a 80 anos. Foi muito bom. Na verdade, eu acho que nunca havia sido tão amada.

Em troca, eu também amei. Eu escutei, observei, aceitei, ri, chorei, falei, aprendi, pintei.

Arte é feita de muitas coisas. É um processo individual inserido em um outro processo, muito colectivo. Eu aprendi muitas coisas esta semana, mas a maior lição para mim foi compreender que o amor é matéria-prima essencial para compor tudo e qualquer coisa que seja realmente boa e bela e que precise existir. A vida precisa de amor e arte é definitivamente feita da mesma coisa.

Eu agradeço profundamente a cada criança, professor, amigo e pessoa que conheci no Projeto Âncora nesta semana. Vocês todos fazem do mundo um lugar melhor para se viver. A humanidade tem uma chance, graças a causas, pessoas e lugares como este.

Saiba mais sobre o Projeto Âncora:

Fotos: Mara Nogueira



Vermelho | Red | Rosso | Rød | Rouge | Rojo | Rot


Onde eu me sento
Onde descanso meu coração
Onde afirmo minhas inclinações na vida
Onde contabilizo as emoções da jornada

The sweet sound of peace


Painting in the parks in Brussels have been a delightful experience.
People take their time to smell the flowers.
And I allowed myself to listen, to the sweet sound of peace.
Life is matter of perception. And letting go of unnecessary noise.

Belgian food for the soul.
Belgian music to the eyes.
It’s raining… And the sun is shining.
Lucky me!

São Jorge Guerreiro!


Corinthians Campeão da Libertadores e do Mundial de Clubes 2012.
São Jorge estava lá, ajudando a matar o dragão!

Quadro: São Jorge Guerreiro ( Saint George, the warrior)
140×160 cm
Acrílico sobre Tela (acrylics on canvas)
Emoldurado ( framed)
Valor: 5000,00
Disponível ( availiable for sale)


Jorge sentou praça
na cavalaria
Eu estou feliz porque eu também sou da sua companhia

Eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Para que meus inimigos tenham pés
e não me alcancem
Para que meus inimigos tenham mãos
e não me toquem
Para que meus inimigos tenham olhos
e não me vejam
E nem mesmo pensamento
eles possam ter para me fazeram mal
Armas de fogo
o meu corpo não alcançarão
Facas e espadas se quebrem
sem o meu corpo tocar
Cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar
pois eu estou vestido com as roupas e as armas de Jorge
Jorge é de Capadócia

(Caetano Veloso)



Something is starting
Something is relating
Something is expanding
Something is ending
9+anynumber you add up = the number you add up
That means you are free to add up
Whatever you want on your life
Add love

It’s time:
Choose happiness.