A Look That Travels Between Colors, Formas E Culturas Em 2025, a colunista e professora de História da Arte Rosângela Vig consolidou-se como uma das vozes mais sensíveis e instigantes do Obras de Arte. Its performance throughout the year not only presented important exhibitions, mas também convidou leitores a refletirem sobre o significado estético … Read more
Yes: Me or a dreamer, because a dreamer is what only finds its way in the moonlight and that as punishment, Realize the dawn before other men. (WILDE, 1994, p.168) Perhaps it is a dreamer routine to perceive life more sharply, in everyday life in each of … Read more
In this life and in this world, travelers are all who intellectually seek to draw safe route. We permeat regions, We follow endless roads, from the beginning seduced by the aspect of nature that wears them in melting and, deceived by the Chambing illusions that naive fantasy populates in youth all our thinking. (GOMES IN MEIRELES, 2013) The … Read more
The sailors sing, They cry FlutesPelo Sea and the Maruma Mermaia Singing the fate of the nautes., Nasguas pretending more dazzling crystals.(ANJOS, 2015, p. 100) It's easy to be enchanted by Art, their colors and shapes. It is as if nature itself pours images of the world onto our eyes., viewed by the way … Read more
Art Through the Eyes of Rosângela Vig The year 2024 was marked by a series of inspiring articles signed by Rosângela Vig on the Obras de Arte website. With engaging writing and an attentive eye for detail, Rosângela transported our readers to exhibitions, auctions and prominent cultural events in Brazil and abroad … Read more
Se a Arte, in a way appropriate to the knowledge of a possible object, simply performs the actions required to make it effective, is mechanical art; if, however, the immediate intention is the feeling of pleasure, It's called aesthetic art. This is, or Pleasant Art or Fine Art. (KANT, 1998, p.209) The pleasure of Art is … Read more
In front of the window where I work,In the quiet hours when everything sleeps,Eyebrow and manly, like an oak,Thick huge tree rises. The zephyr for a moment curls a branch in his beard: and, that is, that transforms itThe wind or my gaze, the huge tree,Erected before the window where I work, Takes the appearance of a rude head,Sleepy … Read more
Your beginning comes from far away.Your end ends in your beginning.Contemplate yourself.Compare.Everything is the same.Everything is without change.Only the colors and lines have changed.What does the colors matter?, to the Lord of Light?Within the colors the light is the same. What does it matter about the lines?, for the Lord of Rhythm?Within the lines the rhythm is … Read more
I feel like I'm the bee in your craft. My verses smell like the woods, of oxen and corrals. I live in the land of primitive farms and farms. I love the land of a mystical consecrated love, sublimated spousal number,Procreative and fruitful.(CORALINA, 2004, p.330) Nature was generous with Campos do Jordão. Amid exuberant nature, to … Read more
The night turns pale. Dawn…You can hear the laughter of the fountain more…About the changing city, the horizon. It's a strange orchid blooming. There are swallows ready to say the dawn mass, as soon as the sun rises. Roosters' cries sound from mountain to hill In an intense joy of living.(SPANKS, 2003, p.76) The nuances that the sky acquires when the morning dawns on the sky are indescribable. … Read more