naive art

Continuum

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I am missing the simple things which never were.

A time and space that feels so right, but are not mine.

Feeling tired of the hard work, with no return

Exhausted by never ending struggle.

And yet hopeful

yet thoughtful

Purposeful

walking towards

better times to come

beautiful, silent, colorful sunsets

All the kindness and long, quiet, loving, warm embraces.

Here thinking, wondering

almost feeling, almost tasting

that “Je ne sais pas quoi”

which I have been longing for,

so much,

since I came to this experience.

Where are you?

Where is it?

What is it?

When will it come, happen, be?

Meanwhile I keep walking, carrying on

persistently breathing my time away.

The path is long

I may as well try to enjoy the journey.

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Estou com saudade das coisas simples que nunca foram.

Um tempo e espaço tão reais, mas que não são meus.

Sentindo-me cansada do trabalho árduo, sem retorno

Exausta pela luta sem fim.

E ainda assim esperançosa

ainda assim intensionada

propositada

caminhando na direção

de melhores tempos do porvir

Pores do sol bonitos, silenciosos e coloridos

Toda a bondade e abraços longos, silenciosos, amorosos e calorosos.

Aqui pensando, perguntando

Quase sentindo, quase provando

aquele “Je ne sais pas quoi”

que desejo,

muito,

desde que cheguei à esta experiência.

Onde está você?

Cadê?

O que é?

Quando vai acontecer, vir, ser?

Enquanto isso, sigo andando, continuando

Persistentemente respirando

meu tempo e distância.

O caminho é longo

Devo tentar aproveitar a viagem.

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Russian Poetry


The unknown is terrifying territory. 

Whoever was born in South-America, in the 70’s, grew up dreaming of Disneyland, getting a pair of imported “american” tennis shoes for Christmas and acquiring electronic devices. The idea of traveling, even inside the country, was a far fetch for most of the ordinary people. We had the freedom, just not the money (nor the culture). Cuba and Russia, throughout the Cold War years were painted as hell itself, those terrible communists child-eaters and their despicable, vicious, socialist ways. Anti propaganda was subtle and agressive, at the same time. Heaven on Earth was the american dream and Dante’s inferno were compressed in the letters USSR. 

Time is wise and the winds never ceases blowing. Life is this little sail boat that, by chance or necessity brings us to the edges of the world, and shows us what our eyes and soul were longing or needed to see. 

Life is full of plot twists.

From HEL ( those who travel know where it is) I had to flee to the Great Unknown.

And suddenly, here I was, prepared for the wild, cold and unkind roughness of Russia.  

Instead I found all the opposite of whatever bad things I had ever heard.

Kind, true, helpful, well read but humble, beautiful people. A city that transcends beauty, history, culture. Deep blue skies, white snowy grounds and breath taking architecture that even in a -23°C makes you just stop and gaze, astonished, such enchanted, magical, gorgeous sceneries. Useless to describe. If you want to comprehend the beauty of this place you will have to come and see, explore, experience it by yourself. Leningrad is amazing. Saint Petersburg is astonishing. 

The unknown is a wonderful territory.
Beauty and coziness inspired me.

Russian composition of color and poetry.
PAINTING AVAILABLE: 

“Russian Poetry” – acrylics on canvas – 30×40

march/2017 – Luciana Mariano ©

lucianamariano1@hotmail.com
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O desconhecido é terrível território.

Quem nasceu na América do Sul, nos anos 70, cresceu sonhando com a Disneylândia, ganhar um par de tênis americanos “importados” para o Natal e adquir aparelhos eletrônicos. A idéia de viajar, mesmo dentro do país, era um sonho distante para a maioria das pessoas comuns. Tivemos a liberdade, apenas não o dinheiro (nem a cultura) para tal. Cuba e Rússia, ao longo dos anos da Guerra Fria, foram pintados como o próprio inferno, os terríveis comunistas comedores de crianças e seus modos desprezíveis, viciosos e socialistas. A propaganda “anti” era sutil e agressiva, ao mesmo tempo. O Céu na Terra era o sonho americano e o inferno de Dante foi comprimido nas cartas URSS.

O tempo é sábio e os ventos nunca cessam de soprar. A vida é este pequeno barco de vela que, por acaso ou necessidade, nos leva às margens do mundo e nos mostra o que nossos olhos e nossa alma anseiam ou precisam ver.

A vida está cheia de reviravoltas.

De HEL (aqueles que viajam sabem onde é) eu tive partir para o grande desconhecido.

E, de repente, aqui estava eu, preparada para a selvageria, frieza e desagradável aspereza da Rússia. Mas ao invés disso, encontrei só o oposto disso tudo. 

Pessoas amáveis, verdadeiras, prestativas, bem instruídas, mas humildes e lindas. Uma cidade que transcende beleza, história, cultura. Céus azuis profundos, solos nevados brancos e arquitetura de tirar o fôlego que, mesmo em -23 ° C faz você parar e olhar, surpreendido, encantado, a mágica de tão belos cenários. Inútil descrever. Se você quiser compreender o que é a beleza deste lugar, você tem que vir, ver, explorar, experimentar por si mesmo. Leningrado é incrível. São Petersburgo é surpreendente.

O desconhecido é território maravilhoso.
A beleza e o aconchego me inspiraram.

Composição de cor e poesia, russas.
PINTURA DISPINÍVEL: 

“Poesia Russa” – acrílico sobre linho – 30×40

março/2017 – Luciana Mariano ©

lucianamariano1@hotmail.com 

Os Naifs de Ardies

No lançamento da Cow Parade São Paulo 2010 no MuBE, 3 artistas da Galeria Jacques Ardies se encontram:

Cristiano Sidoti, Luciana Mariano, Antonio de Olinda (e Aline, esposa de Sidoti).

Ao lado e respectivamente você vê os trabalhos dos três artistas.

Três presentes naifs e coloridos para a cidade da garoa!

Para saber mais sobre arte naif, acesse: www.ardies.com

“Cervera-Sei”

This family is not an ordinary, conservative nor traditional kind of family.

They are thinkers, artists, philosophers and creators, so they wanted an out-of-the-ordinary way to express their family portrait.

I hope it helps to keep their memories fresh throughout the years and remind themselves about how special they indeed are.

Luciana Mariano, November 16, 2009.

Sound-track: “Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars…”

THERE IS A COW IN MY LIVING ROOM!

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Have you ever heard of “The Cow Parade”?

I was invited to paint one for the local edition of this fantastic parade (in São Paulo, Brazil) and I´m loving it!

The sculpture arrived blank and I´m already working on it. If you want to follow the making of the cow, keep visiting my blog!

It´s going to be a lot of fun!

PS: My cow will be a “naive” cow…and it will be like inside of a house… Are you curious? Than wait until my next post!

WHO CARES?

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There is this overwheming feeling of having to be able to do everything, you know? You must be strong, take care of the family, the food, the cleaning, the house, the world… Sometimes it just feels like escaping it all. Travelling endlessly into an imaginary fun world where only me, my son, my colors and all the nice people exist. Shutting my eyes to living and giving myself away to painting. Sometimes, reality feels like the real escape from being happy. So be it. Who cares?

Can you find me?

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Grandma´s house. Lovely place that smells like cookies and roses.

Wooden floor, crochet and porcelain. Grandchildren. Children. All the children.

Places and people that we´ve lost in time. Memories, stories, tastes and feelings that will never die.

blå himmel – blue sky – céu azul

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when life doesn´t bring what you want… go there and do it yourself!

July 4th, exhibition in Denmark: www.strand-galleriet.dk

Check it out!!!

or contact me at: www.twitter.com/lucianamariano1 or lucianamariano1@hotmail.com

Exhibition… come and visit!

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Check out  my work at www.ardies.com

From June 6 to 30 th. at Jacques Ardies Gallery – Rua Morgado de Mateus, 579 – Vila Mariana – São Paulo – Brazil

It will be a pleasure sharing this moments with you!