Thursday, 29 December 2011

About soul - Loving Expressionism

A sequence of visions of human soul: the doubt, hanging by a thread, on the border.

Paintings are by Laura Tedeschi

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

About loss

Loss by Laura Tedeschi

Panic by Laura Tedeschi

Monday, 19 December 2011

A Listening Thing by William Michaelian

“All night, into the morning and here it is one o’clock in the afternoon and I’m still sitting here in my underwear, bleary eyed in quiet awe of this book.”

This book is William Michaelian’s powerful first novel, A Listening Thing. In it, Stephen Monroe, a romantic misfit and underground man, is no one’s hero. But his intensely personal narrative rings true on a vast social scale, and his quiet life of desperation is a clear indictment of a culture that has lost its way. Noted for its dignity and humor, A Listening Thing does more than shed light on our human predicament. It goes to the heart of love and teaches us how to live.

The text in this special edition is identical to that published online by the author in 2003 after it was examined and corrected. It replaces the unauthorized version distributed to the book trade in bound un- corrected galley proofs in 2002, which were later sold online at collectible prices. Extra materials from the original unpublished and online editions of the novel are included for the record. The author’s Preface, Afterword, and revealing in-depth Interview are new, and here published for the first time. Extra materials from the original unpublished and online editions of the novel are included for the record. The author’s Preface, Afterword, and in-depth Interview are new, and here published for the first time.

A Listening Thing by William Michaelian

Friday, 16 December 2011

Speaking silence, everything else is boring

Laura Tedeschi - Oil on Canvas - Everything else is boring

 Laura Tedeschi - Oil on Canvas - About child

Laura Tedeschi - Oil on Canvas - About girl

Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Just thinking

Interrogative - Oil on canvas by Laura Tedeschi

No, it's not easy for anyone to tell something, there are those who studied for years and those who allow themselves to go on intuition, but the effort of telling, whether played on the keys of a piano, or wrote on a white paper, or break down on a block of clay or leaves the tubes of color, are needed determination and intuition. It takes strength, the strength of a knight who throws himself wildly galloping against the current. How tired I have got, how convoluted body and soul behind the empty white canvas, but in most cases to bring out only the shadow of an inspiration, but holy god I did not think so !!!!! Good will, together with mediocre results, is still worse, a glimpse of the potential is one orribile thing. It's as, if the teacher at school had said your mother: 'the boy engage himself, but he can not apply'.  All attempts at pretending to myself that I made something beautiful... it's always like this, the thrill is short .. already after a short time, my attempt appears to me very poor (so that I can see in this all my fear, I can see me as a teenager in the little town where I grew up, I can see me walking on the streets without ease, with my satchel in my hand, dreaming of being courageous and hoping to not meet anyone because my shyness prevented me from socializing like everyone else, I see myself as child running away from the villagers who might ask me questions). Well, why I'm always trying to express my self in this way? Well, maybe is the old habit of wasting time with people who, perhaps love us and tell them all, but you can not deny that this is very pathetic, with the hope that one day even the positions of this forms could be proud to show their uneasiness.

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Gabriella Mirollo - Studies in Contrast


Gabriella Mirollo, a photographer who speaks in the art's language of the exploring her own ego. With her book "Studies in Contrast" we must imagine her as a poet-photographer who wellcomes us in her studio, where the images leaning against the walls, are looking at you from every side. These speak for itself, but even more than others, are speaking her deeper emotions which are present in all his work.
Gabriella redesigned in front of you, according to his criteria of values​​, all the past of its history and make you well imagine his conception of photography, interrelated with emotions and life, which belongs only to her and therefore is opposed, in a totally natural way, to the poetry of other photographers.

Now you have the feeling to come down, full of wonder, in the hold of our own story now you're deciding where the future is taking shape, where the past become future, including disputes, struggles and conflict.

The great gift of Gabriella resides in the effort and desire, in the inner need, that every single image takes to get as close as possible to her specificity, to her essence, this is also the essence of art itself. Art does not exist to record, as a large mirror, all the ups and downs, changes and endless repetition of history. Gabriella Mirollo with her book "Studies in Contrast" is telling us that art is not a choir following the march of our history. Art exists to create their own story.

Gabriella Mirollo is a poet and photographer originally from Manhattan and now living in Vermont. "Studies in Contrast" is a project that emerged from a January 2011 blog post called “Face the Enemy"

Friday, 2 December 2011

Melancholy, spice of life

Laura Tedeschi - Lungolago  

Friday, 25 November 2011

A ordinary day in "the place to have sun"

Laura Tedeschi, Oil on Canvas - Rivapiana, lungolago

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

Less thinking and more painting

Laura Tedeschi - View of Lake Maggiore

... at least be content, being happy is only for stupid people

Friday, 18 November 2011

Collecting: romance or speculation? Here's the most expansive photograph in the world

Rhein II, by artist Andreas Gursky.

I don't want absolutely discuss about the quality of the photos of Andreas Gursky.
This Photo is perfect for me, here there is no doubt and I don't want to discuss his work.
I just want to try to understand the reason... well I wonder which spirit has moved the anonymous person that, at the Christie's auction last week, won the photo of Andreas Gursky, Rhein II, for the record-breaking of $4.34 million beating Cindy Sherman's selfshot (1981) sold for $3.89 million in 2011 and beating all price records achieved so far.

This anonymous is a romantic or a speculative mind? And yet, the true collector is driven by economic interest or by personal romance? Or it is simply a publicity maneuver?
I really don't know.
There are several types of arts collectors: those who identify with the artist and live his achievements as if they were their own, transforming them into real promoters of the artists who have bought, there are those who sponsor galleries or direct them in person, and other participating actively in the auction, ensuring that the achievements are their favorite record, or otherwise not remain unsold. Then there are the speculators who buy real view of the short or even very short period. They treat artworks as if they were buying shares of a diversified portfolio of works, including some artists are consolidated and a stable return, and some are emerging artists, whose performance increased risk is offset, in theory , the yields of the first. This mechanism is the same that happens in the stock market with junk bonds.

Luca Arnaudo said:
"That art is a rigged market. Because the pricing depends on arbitrary rules so that if traders sell stocks in this sector, rather than works, they would all be in jail for fraud or insider trading"

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Wellcome in my new place

“... I would like, if possible, to move to Ticino. It is best suited for my work, and I must think of my work, for I have been thrust away from it for so long.”
So wrote Hans Purrmann, famous german Painter, (Speyer 1880 - Montagola 1966) and great master of colours.
Hans Purrmann chose as place to live the Swiss canton Ticino, as well as his friend Hermann Hesse who said about this place:
"Here the sun is more intense and warmer, the mountains are redder, here grow chestnuts, grapes, almonds and figs. The people are good, well-mannered and friendly ..."

Well, I have chosen the same, and now I'm here in the Swiss canton Ticino in Locarno between lake and mountains, rivers, waterfalls and golden sunsets ,  as I like to define "the place to have sun".

Locarno - Lago Maggiore, October 2011
In balance - Lago Maggiore, november 2011

PS: I postponed the publication of my book, my moving me totally busy and then you know that the relocation is always an earthquake for the soul, for better or for worse, then it is right to follow the heart.
I set up my new studio and I hope to publish it later this year or early next year at most.
I set up my new studio and started to work at new paintings and at the book, I hope to publish it later this year or early next year at most.

Hans Purrmann and Hermann Hesse in Ticino

Wednesday, 20 July 2011

Some news and new paintings

Hello everyone! ...I'm not very present on the blog lately, I know.I'm working on a book that will publish in the winter, besides that I'm always painting, I must confess to you that it is also a period in which I am very intimate with myself and I'm rediscovering a lot of good things that too long I had been missing... my life has led me to take important decisions in recent times
I Always take a look at your blogs when I connect to internet it's seem that you are always wonderful, writing, painting, photographing, creating... I'm often thinking that if the world there were no creative people all would be lost.What would the world be without music, literature, photography, painting??
See you all my friends

Paintings and photo by Laura Tedeschi

Sunday, 3 July 2011

About eyes

All paintings are by Laura Tedeschi

Friday, 17 June 2011

About face - again

Hello everyone, I'm not gone, I just took some break time, I'm always painting and always about faces in this time, it is all part of a project.

I hope you are all well and that you enjoed these my new paintings,

see you soon on yours blogs, I'm really curious whats it's new by you...

"The Cure" by Laura Tedeschi

"Childhood" by Laura Tedeschi

"Selfconscious" by Laura Tedeschi 

Monday, 23 May 2011

Nostalgia... indefinable word


 Vienna - The Türckenschanzpark in a rainy day on April 2011
Shot by laura Tedeschi

In greek "nostos" means "return" and "álgos means "suffering". So nostalgia is the suffering caused by the unfulfilled desire to return. For this fundamental notion most Europeans can use a word of Greek origin (nostalgia) and other words that have roots in the national language;
the apaniards say "añoranza", the portuguese say "saudade". In each language these words have a different semantic nuance. Often mean only the sadness caused by the inability to return home. Longing for their homeland. Regret the home country, which, in inglish, is said "homesickness", or, in german, "heimweh" in dutch "heimwee". But these words are all a reduction of this great concept. One of the oldest European languages, Icelandic, distinguishes the two terms: "söknudur" nostalgia in the broadest sense, and "heimfra" longing for their homeland. For this notion the Czechs, next to the word "nostalgia" taken from greek, they all have a particolar noun: "stesk", the most movingly czech sentence of love is: "styská se mi po tobe" I miss you, I can not bear the pain of your absence. In Spanish, "añoranza" comes from the verb "anor" nostalgic, which comes from the Catalan enyorar, in turn derived from the latin ignore.

Given this etymology, nostalgia seems to be the suffering of ignorance. YOU ARE FAR AWAY, AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS ABOUT YOU.
My country is far away, and I do not know what's going on there. Some languages ​​have some difficulty with nostalgia: the French can not express it except with the noun of greek origin and not on the verb, they can say: je m'ennuie de toi (I miss you "), but the verb s'ennuyer is probably too small for a feeling so bad. The Germans rarely use the word "nostalgia" in its greek form and prefer to say "sehnsucht" the desire for what is absent, but the sehnsucht can be applied to what it was like to that which has never been (a new adventure ) and therefore does not necessarily imply the idea of ​​a "nostos" to include in sehnsucht the obsession of the return should be added a complement: sehnsucht nach der vergangenheit, nach der verlorenen kindheit, nach der ersten liebe (longing of the past, 's lost childhood, first love ").

From the preface of the book "Ignorance" of M. KUNDERA:
"How old were you?".
"Only twenty. And then the games were made, once and for all. That's where I made a mistake, an error is difficult to define, subtle, but from which stemmed all my life and I have never succeeded to remedy. "
"An irreparable mistake committed in the age of ignorance."
"It 's at that age that people get married, you have the first baby, you choose a profession. Then comes the day when you know and understand many things, but it's too late, because your whole life has been decided at a time when you did not know anything. "


Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Half a person

This is a self-shot digitally processed, completely random, you know I'm not a photographer, but I really like this stylized and essential expression...
I'm so sorry because in the last time I have not enough time to follow all your news as I like to do, but will be better time soon

Pic by Laura Tedeschi

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

ps: ... I want to thank you all for the support you give to me

Monday, 2 May 2011

The tree and I - Spring

... from my last journey to Italy

                                                   Asiago, April 2011

Thursday, 21 April 2011

About Face

Paint by Laura Tedeschi

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

The silence of noise, the most terrible loneliness

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

Unfortunate Milan's children, so fragile, so unhappy,
unfortunate Milan's children, also robbed of hope,
sad Milan's children, with handkerchiefs as gardens,

unfortunate Milan's children with the horizon always covered,
thirst for freedom forced to live in the desert.
unfortunate Milan's children with the most terrible loneliness,
the silence of the noise.
Unfortunate Milan's children, children of worrying fathers

Unfortunate Milan's children, how many minutes,
travelers of fixed destinations, spectators always sit ...

from: "Poveri bimbi di MIlano" Francesco Guccini

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Escape from the ordinary prison

Dream, dream, dream
and dream of the mice that eat cats
or robins eating hawks and then ...

steal the wind to a kite
crying for no reason
strong run like mad
barefoot on the rocks

live now and not tomorrow
such as gypsies on the lawn
drinking the rain from the hands ...
timeless ... 

Work by Gianni Tedeschi - 1967

Shots by Laura Tedeschi - 2010-2011