ferite sul confine
dove io ero e tu eri
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| Second chance for watercolor of past year, collage and acrylics changed totally my mood, Storm wounds my garden, nothing can be as before...painting is mirror of my mood |
Brushstrokes weld
wounds on the border
where I was and you were
Powerful! It certainly delivers a punch of color and energy so I relate to what it means to you.
RispondiEliminaSending love.
Thank you dear Julie... words thoughts and brushstrokes seem balance at least my difficult times.
RispondiEliminaNew strenght leads toward new mediums,maybe,as acryl that don't fade...Warm hugs,Rita.
Hello Rita!:) For so long I have not heard from you,:( and perhaps I understand why. Changing moods present opportunities to express our emotions through the different mediums we use. This is a sad but dramatic and powerful painting. Lovely colour as always. Many warm hugs coming your way from Portugal.x
RispondiEliminadear Sonija,slowly life come back to normal...painting sometime give words to sadness of my lost...but I'm not ever sad...visiting twice in this summer my daugther family made me more calm and happy. Hugs and kisses,my dear friend from portugal!!!
EliminaI'm happy that art is playing such a big part in your life, Rita, and that your granddaughters bring you such love and happiness. I cannot find words that can bring you comfort, but I remember you in my prayers.
RispondiEliminaDear John,thank you so much for your kind thoughts.
EliminaSince May my daughter and family lives in London...I already visited London twice this summer...London is beatiful city so near than Texas.Warm hugs,Rita
Per te rappresenta anche delle ferite ma è così splendido che mi vien voglia di immergermi in questo dipinto o di stamparci un tessuto e farne un abito in cui avvolgermi.
RispondiEliminaCara Anna è anche molto materico perchè ora c'è della carta di riso...comunque ti ringrazio delle bellissime parole!
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