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In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations.
And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit.
Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience.
The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature.
I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep.
A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality.
And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep.
Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep.
I move slowly in the darkness.
After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not.
Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above.
I wish I were closer: here.
I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air.
I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump.
The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me.
Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.
In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations.
And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit.
Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience.
The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature.
I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep.
A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality.
And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep.
Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep.
I move slowly in the darkness.
After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not.
Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above.
I wish I were closer: here.
I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air.
I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump.
The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me.
Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.
In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations.
And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit.
Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience.
The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature.
I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep.
A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality.
And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep.
Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep.
I move slowly in the darkness.
After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not.
Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above.
I wish I were closer: here.
I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air.
I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump.
The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me.
Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.
In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations.
And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit.
Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience.
The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature.
I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep.
A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality.
And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep.
Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep.
I move slowly in the darkness.
After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not.
Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above.
I wish I were closer: here.
I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air.
I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump.
The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me.
Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.
In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations.
And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit.
Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience.
The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature.
I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep.
A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality.
And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep.
Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep.
I move slowly in the darkness.
After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not.
Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above.
I wish I were closer: here.
I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air.
I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump.
The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me.
Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.
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Border between Spirit and Matter: the great sleep. Painting

Tania Sacrato

Italy

Painting, Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 64.6 W x 31.9 H x 0.1 D in

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In your pieces I see the world, I move between the pupils, in a void of revelations. And all I'm looking for is a definitive point of view, an absolute cognitive limit. Silence: everyone sleeps, in a void of conscience. The shore is far away, and it is strange to watch it from my window, I move slowly in the swamp, in this complexity of nature. I'm a survivor of unstoppable sleep. A black crow flies high above us, leaves my window, moves slowly in the darkness, between heaven and earth to give meaning to reality. And all I was looking for before was an explanation of your sleep. Trudging into darkness, I seek my light, I am a survivor of the great sleep. I move slowly in the darkness. After the great thunder of light, I found myself lying on the ground, I saw the glow of my world, the people for what they are, the Matrix for what it is not. Now I try to see the world from your eyes, I resist temptation, I look for more air above, above. I wish I were closer: here. I survive, at the slow turn of the carousel, I look for more air. I'm looking for my place, running, I take the distance between me and the jump. The room widens, the vision extends, the tension blocks me. Waiting for me I am deceived, a sweet cradle awaits me.

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Size:64.6 W x 31.9 H x 0.1 D in

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Throughout my life, art has always been a constant source of joy and self-expression. From a young age, I was drawn to colors, shapes, and the ability to create something unique and beautiful. Whether it was doodling in my notebooks or spending hours on a single painting, my passion for art was undeniable. This early love for artistic expression has shaped my journey as an artist, leading me to explore different mediums and techniques. In this personal narrative, I will delve into my early artistic experiences, the influence of teachers and their suggestion of art school, the conflict with my parents' plans for my future, the continuation of pursuing art independently, and the significance of art in my life now and its impact on me. 1.Introduction to your early artistic experiences and passion for art As a child, I found solace in the world of art. I would spend hours with a box of crayons, creating vibrant drawings on any available surface. My parents encouraged my artistic endeavors, providing me with sketchbooks and art supplies. I would lose myself in the process, allowing my imagination to run wild and translate onto the paper. Art became my escape, a way for me to express my thoughts and emotions when words failed me. I would often find myself mesmerized by the works of famous artists, studying their techniques and attempting to recreate their masterpieces. This passion for art only grew as I got older, and I began to experiment with different mediums such as painting, sculpture, and photography. Each new artistic endeavor opened up a new world of possibilities, and I eagerly embraced the challenges they presented. Art became an integral part of my identity, shaping the way I saw the world and allowing me to communicate my innermost thoughts and feelings. 2.The influence of teachers and their suggestion of art school As I entered high school, my artistic abilities caught the attention of my art teachers. They recognized my talent and dedication, and it was through their guidance and encouragement that I truly began to believe in my potential as an artist. They saw something in me that I hadn't yet fully realized, and they were instrumental in shaping my artistic journey. It was during this time that they suggested I consider pursuing art school. This suggestion both excited and intimidated me.

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