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From My Studio, Tamara Jare. oil on canvas, 2024
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“I don’t reproach the spring
for starting up again.
I can’t blame it
for doing what it must
year after year.
I know that my grief
will not stop the green.”
― Wisława Szymborska, View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems
Spring, pencil, oil crayons and watercolor on paper, 2024
2024
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Self Portrait with my Mother, after Édouard Manet Un bar aux Folies Bergère, oil on canvas, 2023
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Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.
Tomas Tranströmer: From March 1979
Spruce in Snow, oil on canvas, 2023
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Still Life from my Studio is my new canvas. It has been a rather dark cloudy morning, so I have decided to set up this cheerful still life just to bring some colors to my studio. Some red tomatoes, three onions, a pomegranate, a pear and an orange, and a blue glass vase contrasting the empty gilded wooden frame. And my brushes in a Japanese vase with some green decor. Which has this time interested me more than the color scheme has been the empty space. The equilibrium between what has been told and what holds the composition in the space. The eternal juxtaposition between the white color and all the colors of the day.
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Last week I was travelling back to our hotel in Milan, pretty tired after a day of gallery visits. The late afternoon light of the November was pouring to the inside of the train. The Milan landscape flowing behind our windows had a certain glow from the late sun. These colors attracted my attention first, just sky blue sky and a certain shade of green grass. But the very next moment we passed a group of houses and they were just exactly as the houses from a Morandi painting. I have been completely surprised to realise the color palette Morandi had used for his canvases came from the true colors of his home landscape……….as true art really can evolve only from the true colors of the life…
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Landscape painting Colors of Autumn, part of my Forest Series, finished today. Oil on canvas.
“Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.”
― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
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I’ve never visited a museum I wouldn’t love. I simply love the feeling of walking down the museum halls, the smell of the old wooden parquet polish in the air, hearing some visitors quietly talking just around the corner, love the thrill of seeing artefacts from all around the globe neatly arranged in some new systematization, love wondering what is it be seen in the next vitrine…sometimes immersing to the descriptions of the objects so deeply that I become suspicious for the museum staff 😆 omg would they know just how happy I am each time visiting a museum and how many times would I come back, at least in my memories…..
Krater of Aristonothos, oil on canvas, 2023
Krater of Aristonothos: Ulysses and his companions blinding Giant Polyphemus, now in the Capitoline Museums, Rome
