č un'abnegazione reciproca
prima rinuncia uno, poi cosė fa l'altro.
abnegazione per abnegazione
porta a non incrociarsi mai
a far sė che non ci sia mai un punto di contatto
- our endless abnegation
it's a mutual abnegation
at first, one gives up, then so does the other.
when abnegation meets abnegation
there's no crossing
no relief whatsoever
speed painting: [link]
watercolor, pencil, charcoal, acrylic and pen on paper
45cm x 30cm
They are filled with such intense feelings. When I look at this, I feel as though, They are in pain. The paint drippings almost give it a sense of sadness, but you can see the romance within it as well.
I stared at this piece for quite awhile. I've also watched the speed paint a few times too.
Just watch it you can see the amazing-ness just open itself onto the page.
She makes it look easy, but the way that she pushes her out her art, is something quite incredible and unique. I've never seen this style before, and I'm glad. It's fresh.. and new to my mind, and my mind is absorbing every square inch of the painting.
It makes my brain scream "Wow! Amazing! Fantastic! More!"
Please continue what you are doing. Please! continue to do what you love, and as far as I can see, it is this. Art, Painting.
It is quite the master piece as I know everyone can agree on.
Thank you for allowing such a fantastic piece to be shared. Not only here, but on YouTube were we can experience you making the painting.
If you haven't watched it already, please be sure to! It is quite a site to see, and it will awe you just as much as this, amazing, final product has.
Please make more! I can't wait to see!
I hope that my critique is a fine one, this is the first that I have done, and I'm glad that I was able to choose this piece as my first critique.
So many things I want and need to say about this painting, but I'm not sure that my words alone can sum it up. So listen to your watchers, your fans, and let them tell you in bits and pieces just how magnificent you work is.
With this, similiar to the other one, I get the sence that these people are being consumed by something and can do nothing to stop it. But they have each other. The man looks as if he trying to remain strong and not show fear, while the woman leans to him as if it is their last moment together. The dripping paint makes me think of tears, while the pen strokes imply breaking pieces. I get the feeling that whatever is consuming them has almost taken them, but is not there yet and that is why their faces are relatively bare.
Along with this since that there is nothing that can be done to stop their fate, I feel a sence of panic almost. The only way I can think to describe it is as if you were trapped in a room with no exits and water was slowing rising. Panic, but also acceptance that this is what will happen because there is nothing that can be does about it.
This probably isn't what you had in mind at all when you created this beautiful piece, but it's what I think when I see it.
When I see it, I completely forget that it is made of paper and pigments, I'm just carried by the strenght of the emotions and the intensity of the colours.
It touches me deeply.
I love your style and how you deal with the colors.
Here are a few paintings you inspired me with: