... the forest which sourrounds her studio, the ancient tales, her impulse for rebirthing after death, pop art, expressionisms, psychoanalysys, the material suggestions themselves, the marriage, the portrait as research of identity, the sensuality of the material itself, silk and wool, and warm water and marsiglia soap, henry matisse and the joy for life, Hans Harp, and Moore forms… Wahrol’s colors and Irony, Casuality, sex, Elisa’s songs, Oi va Voi song.s, her life history….
I`ve met her long ago in the blue depths of the Red Sea, she was blond and talked too much in too many languages, possessed the freedom of being herself... the mermaid, the picture-restorer, woman, polyhistor, the trouble maker, the braveheart... she wound her way into my heart, for good. irremovably.
check out her wonderful work: www.gaiaclerici.net/
Never "felt" that felt could possess such amazing qualities. Until now. Beautiful set. And I checked out the website too by the way ;–)
disturbing post. different from many of your previous ones, more like parking a documentation of an experience not quite yet digested... which i appreciate very much. i have plenty of such experiences myself, and meeting people that are obviously like a riddle for our brain is definitely one of the most rewarding things you can be gifted in life.
i try to see the mermaid here, but maybe my brain is too simply organized to find it - can you give me a hint? ;-)