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May 7, 2018
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| Marie Bortolotto 2018 red ink bleeding through white paper what's more indelible than impermanence - Marie Bortolotto Tanka 2018 "My activities have never had anything to do with the idea of becoming famous or achieving success. I have always been concerned with getting people to listen to me. In everything I do ... my aim is to make people listen. I want to communicate the things that I love and in which I believe, because I think that people can derive a general benefit from them. What I really want is success in a philosophical sense: I want people to grasp something of the ideas and hopes which I express in painting.” - Antoni Tapies 1923 - 2012, Spanish Painter |
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Marie Bortolotto 2018
when you opened
my letter
were you surprised
my heart
fell out?
the recluse opens the door only for the cat.
-Michael Windsor McClintock, American Poet 1950 -
how invisibly it changes colour in this world, the flower of the human heart -Ono no Komachi, Japanese poet 825 - 900 AD |
April 9, 2018
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March 28, 2018
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| Marie Bortolotto 2018 An image means nothing. It is just a door, leading to the next door. It will never happen that we will find the truth we are looking for just in an image; it will happen behind the last door that the spectator discovers the truth, because of his own efforts. - Antoni Tapies 1923-2012, Spanish Painter and Sculptor |
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February 26, 2018
December 16, 2017
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| Abstract Collage 2017 by Marie Bortolotto |
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| Marie Bortolotto 2017 A Way A way to pure joy is in the morning sunlight's hiyo bird chanting from the swaying top of a tall bamboo. Glimpsed between the other swaying fronds and blue sky beyond the yellowed blades of leaves, he calls. I answer. He answers back. Again and again until whether it is his sounds or mine is gone and I am bird, sunlight, long swaying fronds. - Edith Shiffert 1916-2017, American Poet |
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| Marie Bortolotto 2017 Poems by Stonehouse I move my bookstand to read sutras by moonlight I honor the buddhas with a vase of wild flowers. A hundred years slip by when you are free ten thousand cares dissolve when you are still. Stonehouse (1271 - 1352) Chinese Zen Monk Poet |
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