“Art is literacy of the heart” Elliot Eisner

Sunday, April 26, 2015

This is love

They are not my ancestors but I fell in love with this photo as soon as I saw it. I hope they are still married and as happy as they were when they had their photo taken.

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.” 
― Sarah Dessen


Take a Word - Family Album

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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Black & White

 How to be free

Simple Past


Take a Word - Black, white and a splash of another color

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

Her partner

“I'm not the one who's so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins.
Never did I wanna be here again,
And I don't remember why I came.” 
― Sully Erna

Collage Obsession - Serpentine

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St George

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Invocation of Saint George - Prayers of Intercession

Faithful servant of God and invincible martyr, Saint George;
favored by God with the gift of faith, and inflamed with an ardent love of Christ, thou didst fight valiantly against the dragon of pride, falsehood, and deceit. Neither pain nor torture, sword nor death could part thee from the love of Christ. I fervently implore thee for the sake of this love to help me by thy intercession to overcome the temptations that surround me, and to bear bravely the trials that oppress me, so that I may patiently carry the cross which is placed upon me; and let neither distress nor difficulties separate me from the love of Our Lord Jesus Christ. Valiant champion of the Faith, assist me in the combat against evil, that I may win the crown promised to them that persevere unto the end. 

Sunday Postcard Art - St George

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Friday, April 17, 2015

Hey girl!

Hello My Lovelies!

This piece is part of a book I've been altering for my daughter. It is written in Portuguese because it is my mother tongue: I am Brazilian. My message for my daughter is about happiness in  this part. It says:

Be responsible for your own happiness. Don't expect from the others what they can't give you.

“We are responsible for what we are and whatever we wish ourselves to be. We have the power to make ourselves.”
Swami Vivekandanda

Have a magical day!

Paint Party Friday


Sunday Sketches

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Teach me to fly

“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.” 
― Paul McCartney

Three Muses - Blackbirds

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Monday, April 13, 2015

T stands for Tree

Hello Elizabeth! Hello everyone!

Hope you are well wherever you are. I have a secret: I have always been fond of hugging annd climbing trees. I read the other day that when we hug a tree, we reconnect to the natural world because the vibration of the plant affects us deeply since it absorbs our negative energies, replacing them with healthy ones. Isn't that fantastic? Do you believe it is possible? We still have so many fabulous trees in Brazil. They are our protection when the weather is hot. Nothing like a long dark shadow of an old tree.

Some Brazilian trees:


my favourite tree: flamboyant tree

T stands for Tuesday

Have a magical day!

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Sunday, April 12, 2015

All the world's a stage

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.” 
― William Shakespeare

Tag Along - Theater

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