Tempo per ricordare le nostre passeggiate insieme quando ero bambina, tempo per ricordare ...dietro le porte che sembrano chiudere per sempre i nostri cari ci sono giorni che quasi con forza vogliamo ricordarli,vivi, giovani, allegri.
I painted these roses thinking my dad in his Birthday.
Rose per Paolo-Acquerello e inchiostro-RitaVaselli su Canson Figueras ( 33x41 cm)
50 years later, looking at some my early works, I find same colors palette used for a sketch done yesterday to test a new paper ..
Paragonando un lavoro fatto ieri per testare una nuova carta ed uno di cinquant'anni fa,stesse preferenze cromatiche
Le ombre ci sono e ci saranno sempre, ma mi piace guardare il lato soleggiato delle cose, prima che scenda la notte.
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Our roots become distant, while we grow old, becoming roots for children and grandchildren .. My father was born in 1921 and today is his birthday.
Time to remember our walks together when I was a child, time to remember ... behind the doors seem to close forever our loved ones there are days that most strongly I want to remember, live, young, happy.
In Pavia where I lived, in old town, home was built in 1844 ... a large stone slab as balcony .I love shadow of the railing, Art Nouveau. These roses were blessed for Santa Rita, 22 May 2008 and gifted to me in my name day by a dear friend of Pavia.Le rose benedette per Santa Rita 2008 regalate da una amica pavese,fotografate sul balcone di casa,in centro storico,sulla grande lastra di pietra . La casa è stata costruita nel 1844 ed è abitata tuttora anche dai discendenti dei costruttori.
So I painted a bunch of roses, preparing a drawing from a photo reference ... but during my process, everything changed.I thank my father, he always encouraged my passion for books and colors, putting myself in a position to be free to read, draw or paint what I wanted,
While drawing, painting and reading at school were planned from teachers, in my free time, I read and drew, according to my feeling.
Not much has changed since then, experimentation and playfulness are an integral part of the way I keep my brushes in hand.
An acrylic on paper. These colors in 1967 seemed a rare thing and I wanted to try ... thanks,Dad! Acrylics, oils, pastels colored pencils, paper and books have always been close to me along with freedom to use as I wanted.
Un acrilico su carta,dipinto quando gli acrilici sembravano una cosa rara. Grazie Papà!
Acrilici,colori ad olio,pastelli e matite colorate,carta e libri non mi sono mai mancati insieme alla libertà di usarli come volevo.
Shadows are there and there will always be, but I like look at the sunny side of things, before the night.