Estonia, a love story

It was one of these unexpected gifts of life. Unknown country, city, place, people and yet, I felt completely home, welcome and happy. Kondase Keskus is a Naive Art Museum in the city of Viljandi, Estonia. But is much more than a beautiful centre of arts. It is a magical place with amazing scenery and gorgeous, strong and kind people. I had no idea that such place existed and I am really happy life brought me there. It was my last exhibition and somehow it felt like a heavenly present for my carriere. A sign. A secret message from life to make me understand that happiness is made of small, special places and moments like this and nothing in life is permanent, everything unfolds for better chances, new beginnings and growth. My art grew and found love on Viljandi. So did I. 

Thank you Kondase Keskus for this opportunity.

Thank you Estonia, Viljandi and its kind people.

Thank you Harri.

Thank you Mare and Mari.

Thank you Mari, Johanna and Hendrik.



The end.

I moved to a new country six months ago. A new language that is not very easy to learn. A new place and culture, new challenges. It’s about love and survival, always, life is. And every new challenge brings its own new obstacles and pleasures, lessons and adversities. This is my new place, I want to learn how to exist here.

Therefor I am stepping out of my artistic carriere. 

The past ten years were all about struggle with very little reward. Times when I gave a lot of my work in exchange of food and simpathy, but most times in exchange of nothing. I survived but I can’t say I made a living out of it. I worked a lot but my work was many times locked up in dusty dark cellars with no sales. The world doesn’t reward or support simple art. And I am a simple artist. 

Some gallerists got their free paintings and never sold a piece.

Some tried to help, most never even bothered.

Friends bought underpriced paintings and I was fed for a while.

Some stole my paintings and took my works without ever paying for it. 

In fact, they stole much more than they took. 

Many appreciated my work but didn’t understand the bigger picture.

Women artists should be encouraged, supported, consumed. I am not getting younger, I cant wait for society’s higher conscienceness to kick in. There are children in cages in this world, human and civil rights being slaughtered, the last thing people are thinking about is silly naive art. People are either worried with their new car or vacation or struggling to put food in their plates, it’s not about art. 

I should use my silly art to make a statement, but my plate is also empty and nobody works on an empty stomach.

I can’t do this anymore. I need to survive. 

I need to grow out of my sorrow and be selfish enough to do another thing.

I am in another country, I am in another story, this is my new thing.

I have now, for the first time in my life, a love big enough that makes me feel safe and nurtured, energized and motivated. I want this change. I need to belong. I am going to take this opportunity to reinvent myself, to learn and be a part of something real. New beginnings are in order. This is it.
Thank you to the few real dear people who truly supported me for this past 10 years.

I know who you are and I don’t forget.
This is the end. And it feels right.

Luciana Mariano

Carnaval Carnival Carnevale 


Dance, play, laugh, be happy, be kind, be free.

Empower women. Respect women. Encourage them to be free.

Spread love. Live love. Be love.

Yes, you look fabulous in a bikini.




The year is about to end and it’s time to say  Спасибо.

This beautiful word is constantly in my mind: Спасибо ( read as spacibo, means Thank you)… 

This was a good year and this is the most appropriate word to say.

Last year I spent New Year’s Eve in Saint Petersburg, Russia.

I spent almost three months in Russia and it was amazing.

I discovered a rich city that looks like an open air museum, architectural monuments, impressive buildings, massive dosis of fascinating history all over the place. Beauty. The best museum I have ever visited (The Hermitage). But on top of all the aesthetical and historical wonderland, Saint Petersburg has people. I mean real people. People that even in a -27°C snowy-icy-windy-freezing weather finds smily kindness to give you helping guidance, information, directions. The Russian people seem very serious and cold at first, but give them a little sympathy and gratitude and in return you will find funny, beautiful, generous friends. I had a blast. I was so overwhelmed by every place I visited and every person I met, that I began to feel like home. Yes. Russia can be messy, unorganized, decadent and corrupt. But nothing I haven’t seen before in so many other places, including my very own. Russia has a severe winter that is somehow harmoniously balanced with its beautiful people and warm, voluptuous culture. Of course that was my impression and other opinions might differ from mine. I made friends there that I will carry for life. I will always remember but more than that I will always dream of coming back. And I will.

It’s good to know people that you can rely on. Generosity and kindness that will remain in my heart and will always echo: Спасибо.

Спасибо Oleg, Vika, Pooh, Kate, Tanya, Galina, Mariana, Nico, Kelly, Ksenya, Igor, Liza and so many lovely people that made my time in Russia so amazing!



Artwork: When it starts to snow – 30×40 (work inspired and painted in my stay in Saint Petersburg, Russia) –  AVAILABLE


A purple cat perhaps

can stand

For whatever differences

We may represent

In this ecological



Our uniquenesses

our ideas

and battles

Often speak louder

Than our loudest

Repeated words.

Not easy to live

In a society where

So many speak

But so few say anything

That is worth 


Colors yell.

They Play

They Whisper

while screaming,


what they really

want to 


Even the simplest

And most naive


Painted cat


Some times

Say: odd is good.

Our differences makes us special





Empathy for these differences

Makes us better

And allows us

To exist

In a better



possible world.

Cat love

You know the quality of a friend in the moments you have least to offer.

He can pick you up, clean, feed and hold you or he can close the dumpster.

It is very easy to be friends with someone with a nice home and car, large swimming pool and a fridge full of beer. It is easy to be friends with someone that always pleases you and brings you a certain status, benefits, easy talks, give and take, a shallow but satisfying, light approach.

It is not easy to get your hands dirty and put up with the ugly sides (or moments) of someone. Not easy to face someone’s pain and have the patience to sit beside him in silence, or even lay down on the ground with him for a while, just so he knows you understand (or not) and he is not alone. That’s what makes a real friend. That’s how you know what kind of a friend you have got, what kind of a friend you are. 

It’s easy to wiggle the tale.

But it’s the silent healing friendship that counts and makes a difference.

Cat love is not shown but felt.

No fuzz nor advertisement.

It is just there.

Goodbye 2016

It was about time. 2016 was a heavy year to bare. Brazil suffered a dirty, evil, imperialist financed, media promoted, disgusting political attack (yes it was a coup d’etat), they impeached a honest, democratically elected president and allowed Brazil to go back to curruption, poverty and dependency. Yes, you are all guilty of it. You all watched our young beautiful nation being raped, and yet, you did nothing. Your body may be going to the beach in a fancy new car, but your mind is blind, enslaved, in chains. 

I am happy 2016 will soon be over. At least metaphorically we have a new chance for better days. Yes, I am bitter about this and many othe things. And my only escape from the reality I do not cope with is to paint. I paint easy days with beautiful things to look at, peaceful times, loving people. I paint calm walls of protection, lovely china on the table with delicious cakes, bread, jam, butter, fresh brewed coffee, warm milk. I paint light curtains, beautiful sunsets, cute animals. I paint neat clothes, delicate groomed hairs, timid smiles, attemptive eyes. I paint good company and happy expectations. I paint time and space that suits the soul, embraces the eyes. I paint small treasures and details that invites your attention, your fantasy, your smiles. I paint flowers and clouds, sea and nice water kettle on the warm stove. I paint memories and dreams. I walk myself out of frustration and desappointment through colors and brushes. Striking fresh paint on immaculate canvas allows me to offer a different reality and believe in a better world. 

I am eager to start the new year. I am ready for a self built reality filled with happiness and pleasant present moments.

It is time for a new painting. Always time for a new chance.
PAINTING AVAILABLE FOR SALE – 30x40cm – acrylics on canvas – “Kökar”, 2016.

Empathy, kindness and flowers.

Kindness is better than religion, titles, possessions, better than anything money can buy. Kindness often has no name, no face, no address, because kindness is the love you can give to anyone, unconditionally. Kindness can give food and shelter disguised as charity, but its more than that. It’s much more, further and beyond guilt or duty, that’s for sure. Kindness is unpretentious, unexpected, true donation of humanity. It’s not a trade and certainly not a burden. It’s easy to get and give and in that way it’s wider than love itself. It’s not a present, not a stack of money, nor a bunch of dead flowers or a painted canvas. It is the priceless smile that is given and received with a silent hug of a million words. People who can wear the fellow man’s shoes and really understand how and why. Empathy causes kindness. Empathy is beauty beyond looks, words, things. Empathy and kindness could heal the world. We need more of it. Loads of it. 

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 ❤️

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.

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Fotos: Mara Nogueira