Photographic archive of autograph texts by writers, painters, illustrators and children curated by the italian artists Devis Bergantin (@devisbergantin) and Marta Casarini.
Virginia Tozzi
Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps
Virginia Tozzi (@virginiatozziart), With withered flowers in her trembling hands, 2021, mixed media on paper with a wooden vintage frame support, 17 x 17 cm
« ‘Why I?’ as a singular question, denotes multiple perspectives. For most, it is about ‘Why I?’ have to go through this/ ‘Why’ life has been unfair to me. But to the contrary, if we start asking, ‘Why I am not strong enough to overcome obstacles?’. It takes a lot of courage, but one can find a way. If the ‘Why’ here, is replaced by ‘How’ the pessimist attitude transforms to the optimist. As a text it is just about interchanging words, but in life the change brings a positive comparative difference. » . . Payal Chakraborty (@payal.chakraborty.banerjee and lifeafullcircle.home.blog), ‘Why I ?’, 2021, pen and ink on paper, 6x8.5 inches . . Front: Why I? {repeated} <question mark>
Alkistis Voulgari (https://alkistisvoulgari.weebly.com/), Iris, 2021, digital photography with poetry, 1920 x 1920 pixels . . Front: Iris Perfume surrounds the air I drive for a life blissful and fair The child in me still plays with fire Your love always takes me higher Misty thoughts Silent wind Madly obsessed with the colour green I dance with the shadows around My spirit cannot touch the ground
Oscar Salamanca (@oscarsalamancaa), Juegos de muerte, 2021, mixed media on paper, 21 x 29 cm . . Front: Fácil recordar el pobre escenario de una vida cargada de nostalgia por el bienestar de otro, extraños seres capaces de robar el aliento más considerado. Antes de estos dibujos mi existencia tranquila se tornaba cruda, directa, detestable dentro de los pobres entramados de mi cultura del hambre. Suelo conquistar la calle con los pies sudorosos y cansados de tanto deseo por conquistas pírricas. Qué tanto pueden saber quienes mi interioridad pretende rescatar, si la vida de un triste a nadie importa, circunstancia fútil en clave de afectación potencia, afectación cargada de frutos rizomáticos Oye tú, el que escucha tras el vidrio nauseabundo, aquel miserable adicto a la sociedad de la conexión. Aquí canta por siempre quien sabe de antemano que habrá de alcanzarlo la muerte. Oye tú mira qué fácil decimos ese adiós violento de la potencia ciega. Ve a tu hogar a calmar los odios lentamente...
Comments
Post a Comment