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Rosângela Vig is Plastic Artist and Professor of Art History. It is a great and beautiful thing to see a drama unfold with this vastness in which art powerfully develops nature.; a drama in which the action moves towards ...

Rosângela Vig is Plastic Artist and Professor of Art History. Alley that you were born in the shadow Of convent walls,You are like the life that is holy Despite all the falls. That's why I loved you constantly And I sing to say goodbye to you never again!(BANDEIRA, 2008, p. 108) ...

Rosângela Vig is Plastic Artist and Professor of Art History. And so at different points along the road are the different gears, saying what they are best able to say, and in the language that is peculiarly yours. Despite, ...

Thus, the lover of universal life enters the crowd as if it appeared to him as a reservoir of electricity.. One can also compare it to a mirror as immense as this multitude.; to a kaleidoscope endowed with consciousness that, to each ...

You can also listen to this article in the voice of own Plastic Artist Rosângela Vig: The vulgar believe that it is easy to escape reality, when it's the hardest in the world. It's easy to say or paint a thing that lacks ...

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, of ...

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 ...

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 intertwined with his Painting ...

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 ...

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. wins the ...