This painting is a tribute to the greatest artist Guayasamin.
I feel very inspired by the strength and emotional depth of his artwork.
I painted with high quality acrylic paint on deep cotton canvas so it doesn't need to be frame..
The subject it's been inspired in a poem from Ana Mercedes Pereira Souza.
"Women sing in the middle of the night,
their song silently becomes a prayer a lament
Enough injustice, enough oppression!
Women sing in the middle of the night
and in their song they express rage and pain,
therefore silence, so much forgetting,
for everything lost in this atrocious war.
Their voices like flames illuminate the path,
your fatigued steps will no longer stop,
with their dreams united they form a continent,
with their tired hands they will reach it.
Women sing in the middle of the night,
they sing to the children that the shadow took
to all the absentees who gave their lives,
and to the lives that hate and hunger killed.
Women sing in the middle of the night,
they sing to life, to tenderness, to illusion
to dreams that now fly without chains,
because also dreaming was forbidden.
Their voices like waterfalls burst into the night,
and crystalline sources of freedom sprout,
that meet, they merge in hugs
and a river of hope, love and peace is born.
And those voices that gestate the future,
Even in the middle of the night,
nobody will stop them"
acrylic paint
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This painting is a tribute to the greatest artist Guayasamin.
I feel very inspired by the strength and emotional depth of his artwork.
I painted with high quality acrylic paint on deep cotton canvas so it doesn't need to be frame..
The subject it's been inspired in a poem from Ana Mercedes Pereira Souza.
"Women sing in the middle of the night,
their song silently becomes a prayer a lament
Enough injustice, enough oppression!
Women sing in the middle of the night
and in their song they express rage and pain,
therefore silence, so much forgetting,
for everything lost in this atrocious war.
Their voices like flames illuminate the path,
your fatigued steps will no longer stop,
with their dreams united they form a continent,
with their tired hands they will reach it.
Women sing in the middle of the night,
they sing to the children that the shadow took
to all the absentees who gave their lives,
and to the lives that hate and hunger killed.
Women sing in the middle of the night,
they sing to life, to tenderness, to illusion
to dreams that now fly without chains,
because also dreaming was forbidden.
Their voices like waterfalls burst into the night,
and crystalline sources of freedom sprout,
that meet, they merge in hugs
and a river of hope, love and peace is born.
And those voices that gestate the future,
Even in the middle of the night,
nobody will stop them"
acrylic paint
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