The first night I fell asleep, because on the sand, miles and miles from any inhabited land. I was more isolated than the castaway on a board, lost in the middle of the sea. So imagine my surprise when, at daybreak, a strange little voice woke me up. It said: – Please, draw me a sheep! (SAINT-EXUPÉRY, 1977, p.11) Yes … Read more
Ask for your soul. The soul that is tenderness. Kindness, Sadness, Love. But you will show the curve of your free flight, between the worlds… (MEIRELES, song XVII, 1982) The artist's soul does not plan a work. She conceives the idea and takes flight through the unfathomable dimensions that are allowed to her.. If you pass through the field … Read more
made a stop, one stop for the train to carry coffee, Before, difficult roads, only ox carts transited, taking days and days. After, a house here, another there. (PORTINARI, 2018, p.19) Portinari's Poetry is confused with his Painting and it may be that this excerpt from his poem brings to mind the universe of … Read more
blessed or what, in the land, the fire did, and the ceiling; And what joined the plow to the patient and friendly ox; And what found the hoe; which is, from the abject floor, Did, to the kisses of the sun, the gold sprout from the wheat; (BILAC, 2007, p.81) The world can be shaped under the eye … Read more
Fall asleep with the music of life. Be enchanted. Forget it. Dispersion is a pleasure. Don't want to be you. Want to be the infinite soul of everything. Exchange your short human dream for the immortal dream. The only. The misery of being afraid wins. Swap yourself for the Unknown. don't you see then, that he is bigger? Not … Read more
Geometric masses In music scores Plastic and silence From the created space. seahorse and shell. The sea gave you a corolla The sky magnetized you But the light restored the balance Shell and sea horse. (MATHEW, 2009, seahorse and shell) seahorse and shell, covering her affectionately in a delicate attempt to envelop her in … Read more
I am the earth, I am the life. From my clay came first the man. From me came the woman and came the love. Came the tree and came to source. The fruit comes and the flower comes. I am the original source of all life. I'm the ground that sticks to yours … Read more
Seeing so much go by I just don't watch the time. In the crooked corridor The street is less dense. How much more does pass In every way Time gets distracted Or goes out, slept. After I don't know how much Take me in your vacuum, Looks like the clock ran early. But that he was right Soon after I find out: … Read more
Rosângela Vig in 2021: PROJECT DAYS OF RECLUSION, by Rosângela Vig Art goes where the People are!, by Rosângela Vig FRIDA KAHLO MUSEUM, by Rosângela Vig Exhibition by Franco Belli at Brazil Gallery – Art Gallery, by Rosângela Vig 8th. June Festival in Liechtenstein, by Rosângela Vig The Awakening of the Dream in Art, by … Read more
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: filling up the conversations, come out of the dimness, jumping, the frogs. The light dazzles them. In a roar that lands, howls the bullfrog: – “my father went to war!” – “It was not!” – “Was!” – “It was not!”. the cooper toad, Watery Parnassian, says: – … Read more