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
You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: my heart feels very sad… While the gray of goose bumps dialogues a lament with the wind… my heart feels very happy! This upturned chill makes you want to smile! And I follow. And I'm feeling, to the restless alacrity of winter, such as … Read more
It may be that the best days of our childhood are printed on a sheet of paper. colored; with worked risks; just scribbled; in the form of stories told, of fables, of tales, or in charming poetry. Paper has always been enchanted by its textures, by the way you receive the pencil, the pen, or how does he receive the watchful eye of the … Read more
Do not say. This one who gave me body is my Father. This one that gave me body is my Mother. Much more your Father and your Mother are the ones who made you In spirit. And these were numberless. No name. Of all time. They left their tracks on the paths of today. all who have ever lived. … Read more
Renew yourself. Reborn in yourself, Multiply your eyes to see more. Multiply your arms to sow everything. Always be the same. always the other. But always loud. Always far away. And inside everything. (MEIRELES, 1995, Canticle XIII) The limit that the dream imposes is the height of a flight that the soul reaches; … Read more
In the infinite morning the clouds appeared like madness in a soul And the wind like instinct descended the arms of the trees that strangled the earth… Then came the light, the big sky, to peace two fields… (MATHEW, 2009, p.38) Troubled times have turned into new perspectives on life, new looks for Art and … Read more
All of those who are there Clamping my way, They will pass… I little bird! (QUINTANA, 2005, p.257) Mário Quintana subtized through words. Your own poetry is a hummingbird flying freely across a piece of paper. Your few words are like a symphony. Through them it is possible to discern the grace and lightness of the spirit … Read more
Renew yourself. Reborn in yourself. Multiply your eyes, to see more. Multiply your arms, to sow everything. Destroy the eyes whom have seen. Creates others for new visions. Destroy the arms they have sown. To forget to harvest. Always be the same. Always another. But always loud. Always far away. And inside … Read more
Becoming a Painter, my look, on the screen of the heart, copied your beauty. My body frames the frame, that reveals the highest lavor in the field of painting Through the painter, you will see the fine instinct with which your faithful portrait was displayed, and grace. (SHAKESPEARE, 2006, p.50) It is very likely that the … Read more