venerdì 22 maggio 2015

ROOTS / RADICI

Le nostre radici si allontanano nel tempo. Mio padre è nato nel 1921 e oggi è il suo compleanno.
Tempo per ricordare le nostre passeggiate insieme quando ero bambina, tempo per ricordare ...
dietro le porte che sembrano chiudere per sempre i nostri cari ci sono giorni che quasi con forza vogliamo ricordarli,vivi, giovani, allegri.

I painted these roses thinking my dad in his Birthday.
Rose per Paolo-Acquerello e inchiostro-RitaVaselli su Canson Figueras ( 33x41 cm)
Così ho dipinto un mazzo di rose, preparando un disegno da una foto di riferimento...ma in corso d'opera tutto è cambiato.
Ringrazio mio padre che sempre ha incoraggiato la mia passione per la lettura e per i colori, mettendomi in condizione di essere libera di disegnare o dipingere quello che volevo già da bambina.
Mentre il disegno, la pittura e la lettura a scuola erano soggetti a schemi, nel tempo libero, io leggevo e disegnavo, sempre secondo il mio modo di sentire.
Non è cambiato molto da allora, la sperimentazione e la giocosità sono parte integrante del mio modo di tenere i pennelli in mano.

50 years later, looking at some   my early works,  I find  same colors  palette used for  a sketch done  yesterday to test a new paper ..
Paragonando un lavoro fatto ieri per testare una nuova carta ed uno di cinquant'anni fa,stesse preferenze cromatiche 
I giorni, qualche volta come in questa settimana, portano preoccupazioni ed affanno che io sciolgo nell'acqua insieme ai miei colori. Dipingere è curare il giardino della mia mente in modo che tempeste e grandinate, pure inevitabili, siano solo un momento tra tante ore serene.
Le ombre ci sono e ci saranno sempre, ma mi piace guardare il lato soleggiato delle cose, prima che scenda la notte.
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Our roots become distant, while we grow old, becoming roots for children and grandchildren .. My father was born in 1921 and today is his birthday.
Time to remember our walks together when I was a child, time to remember ... behind the doors seem to close forever our loved ones there are days that most strongly I want to remember, live, young, happy.


In Pavia  where I lived, in  old town, home was built in 1844 ... a large stone slab as  balcony .I love  shadow of the railing, Art Nouveau. These roses were blessed for Santa Rita, 22 May 2008 and gifted to me in my name day by a dear friend of Pavia.Le rose benedette per Santa Rita 2008 regalate da una amica pavese,fotografate sul balcone di casa,in centro storico,sulla grande lastra di pietra . La casa è stata costruita nel 1844 ed è abitata tuttora anche dai discendenti dei costruttori.
So I painted a bunch of roses, preparing a drawing from a photo reference ... but during my process, everything changed.
I thank my father, he always encouraged my passion for books  and colors, putting myself in a position to be free to read, draw or paint what I wanted,
While drawing, painting and reading at school were planned from teachers, in my free time, I read and drew, according to my feeling.
Not much has changed since then, experimentation  and playfulness are an integral part of the way I keep my brushes in hand.

An acrylic on paper. These colors in 1967 seemed a rare thing and I wanted to try ... thanks,Dad! Acrylics, oils, pastels colored pencils, paper and books have always been close to me along with freedom to use as I wanted.
Un acrilico su carta,dipinto quando gli acrilici sembravano una cosa rara. Grazie Papà!
Acrilici,colori ad olio,pastelli e matite colorate,carta e libri non mi sono mai mancati insieme alla libertà di usarli come volevo.
My days sometimes, as in this week, bring concerns and anxiety, that I dissolve in water with my colors. Painting is caring garden of my mind, where storms and hail, even if inevitable, are only few moment among many peaceful hours.
Shadows are there and there will always be, but I like look at the sunny side of things, before the night.

28 commenti:

  1. Beautiful post, Rita. My father's birthday was 16 May, almost a week ago, and I have very fond memories. I love your roses! I hope the sun will chase the shadows away soon, my friend.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Slowly the shadows seem to fade ... for meeting with my family, I have to wait three weeks ... then laughter and even the short cries of Beatrice and Alice will bring joy and happiness. Thanks for your sweet words.

      Elimina
  2. Superbe !!!
    J'aime vraiment beaucoup
    Bises

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Merci chère Claudine, pour la visite et pour les mots gentils. Je te souhaite bon dimanche!Bises.

      Elimina
  3. Your writing is as poetic as your painting, Rita.

    We were very, very poor and painting and colour seldom came into the area of South London in which we lived and which was being heavily bombed (World War 2).

    But one day a Catholic Priest showed me how to draw over my childish pencil drawing in ink ... and the world changed, until one day I drew in Pen & Ink professionally. Not then my father, but a Roman Catholic 'father' shaped my artistic future.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Lucky that this Catholic father has given you inspiration that changed your life ...
      Live those difficult times, after the bombing, that harsh experiences!

      Your life,dear John, is very full of experiences so different. I'm lucky being your blog friend, following your interesting life&art journey

      .

      Elimina
  4. Your words are always so beautiful Rita! Wonderful post and gorgeous roses!
    Enjoy the rest of the weekend!

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Thanks dear Hilda. Express themselves is always a good thing and a great pleasure to share with friends.
      Have nice sunday and a lovely week!

      Elimina
  5. Your flowers are poetry for my visual heart.
    Your father sounded like an extraordinary man. I enjoyed reading your memories.
    My father didn't encourage a career in art because he thought it was a waste of time. I would get married and have kids etc...the old story. My mother was a nurse and knew the value of a woman being able to be independent and she told him I WOULD be accepting the scholarship. As long as at least one parent encourages a child, all is well.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Time progresses and we have become a bit 'what we wanted, a little' what they wanted others for our own good (of course) and then what fate has decreed.
      The first art school was so far from where we lived that think to do daily six-hour trip, add homework, school hours, it was not humanly possible.
      Not being able to do art school, too far away, however as consolation, materials to express my creativity has never lacked.

      Elimina
  6. Painting and words from the heart - wonderful Rita

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Thankd dear Lorraine! Welcome back in blogland!

      Elimina
  7. Chère Rita,
    Tes roses sont magnifiques, et c'est merveilleux de voir tes premières peintures.
    Je t'embrasse et je te souhaite un bon dimanche. ♥

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Merci Cher Olivier! Gros bisous et bonne dimanche à toi aussi!

      Elimina
  8. Incredibile vedere come si rimane se stessi ....anche se si cambia ed evolve con gli anni . Hai fatto un bel omaggio a tua padre , starà sorridendo felice e compiaciuto in un altro mondo . Ti auguro una buona domenica.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Cara Jane,mi sono stupita da sola. Non ricordavo tanto bene quei disegni ma ci ho trovato perfino degli anemoni,disegnati con la rapidograph,non molto lontani da quelli che ho dipinto ora. Le poche volte che libero dal lavoro mio padre ha provato a dipingere...era bravo! buona domenica,Abbraccio,Rita

      Elimina
  9. Querida Rita tus bellos recuerdos y tus preciosa rosas, llevan mi gran felicitación
    Y los mejores deseos en tu vida para gozar de tu arte y de tu buen hacer.
    Muchísimas gracias por estar ahí.
    Muchos abrazos.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Cara Mariluz,grazie!
      Le tue parole così care ed affettuose mi portano sempre il senso della tua calda amicizia. Anche io ti ringrazio di essere qui ,amica mia.
      Abbraccio forte,Rita.

      Elimina
  10. Querida Rita, son todos preciosos, no sabría cual elegir, por que cada uno en su estilo es maravilloso. Quiero felicitarte porque siempre mirando tus obras provocas en mi emociones.Besos

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Grazie cara Eva
      .Dipingere con passione crea a me emozioni che sono felice di trasmettere anche a te.
      Un abbraccio affettuoso,Rita.

      Elimina
  11. I do love grissaille paintings! They have a sense of profundity that lends a mystery. But what's up dear friend? There is sadness in this post. Your dad, your oved ones who were so much a part of you are still a part of you hopefully filling you with strength. Celebrate your good fortune to have had them and your art to keep you strong. Hugs.

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Thanks for your lovely words,Linda. I am always facing the sun, but not always life can save me from worries and problems.

      Remembering birthdays of my two parents, born on 19 and 25 May, there is that sense of nostalgia that accompanies last part of life.
      My loved today, one day maybe they will think me in birthdays date, which have marked our family life as a day of celebration.

      Elimina
  12. me encanta el efecto de vida que has conseguido con el casi monocromo.
    Magnífico Rita

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Grazie Aurora.
      Colori molto vicini tra loro creano sempre molta atmosfera.
      Abbraccio,Rita.

      Elimina
  13. Auguri a tuo padre anche se in gran ritardo...complimenti a lui per aver lasciato alla figlia la libertà di colore! Arianna

    RispondiElimina
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    1. Grazie Arianna. Mio papà gradirà da lassù il tuo pensiero,anche in ritardo!

      Elimina

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