Olive grove in the shadow

Last year on end of september and begin october i have had the great fortune to be again in my dream land Provence, here I find great inspiration as ever... the salty sea's smell mixed with pungent and acrid vegetation mediterranean's smell it's for me a explosive cocktail the biggest inspiration.

Laura Tedeschi, Oliveto in penombra - Oil on Canvas

About a woman - Loving expressionism

There are days in which you feel so free...

Laura Tedeschi - About a woman, oil on canvas 

The window - One late summer afternoon in northern Germany

The window of a studio of a painter in northern Germany in a late summer afternoon

La finestra di un atelier di un pittore nel nord della Germania in un tardo pomeriggio d'estate

Laura Tedeschi - The window (Oil on board)

Outside world inside world...

Outside world inside world...

Just few words and a new oilpaint to define an immense sense of belonging and alienation.

The dormer - Laura Tedeschi, oil on board 

About trees

Laura Tedeschi - Oil painting

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.”

Hermann Hesse - Wandering

A ordinary day in "the place to have sun"

Laura Tedeschi, Oil on Canvas - Rivapiana, lungolago

About eyes

All paintings are by Laura Tedeschi

Hope and life's dreams

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

And now we are living in half season,

crushed and hurt for days in agony and despair,

where we turn the world without history,

seeking only a moment sincere

with the unconscious desire to get deeper

to be more true.

from "Le pioggie d'aprile - April's rains" Francesco Guccini

The forty years woman

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

... does not always tell how it goes

our lady of forty years ...

is not here that

we would have committed the heart

Considerations on color and texture

Colors, like features, are following the changes of emotions. (Pablo Picasso)

I colori, come i lineamenti, seguono i cambiamenti delle emozioni. (Pablo Picasso)

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

Painting by Laura Tedeschi

Reality is illusory relative and subjective expression

The knowledge that others have of us is stereotypical, but our identity is fluid, constantly evolving, and our personality is not uniform. Each of us is absolutely alone, unknown even to himself.

Painting by Laura Tedeschi - Selfportrait,  as uninspired artist

Painting by Laura Tedeschi - Selfportrait as uninspired artist (detail)

Painting by Laura Tedeschi - Smiling Marina  

Painting by Laura Tedeschi - Smiling Marina  (detail)

For ever yours, Cyrano!

Cyrano - Paint by Laura Tedeschi

The last song os Sir Cyrano (Cyrano) - Francesco Guccini

Come on all ye, come on, my paint’d ladies all
so prettie and snooty, come on, I can’t bear ye any more,
my pen it will be driven into your boundless pride
for with this brand o’ mine I can kill ye at my ease.
Come on all ye, come on, ye all paltry poetasters,
ye uselesse singers of this calamytous time
ye fools who live on your spineless verses
ye have gold and glory, yet ye are big nothings.
Enjoy your success, ye fools, get the most out of it,
ye certaynlie will not feare your sheepe-like audience,
God only knoweth where ye flee to escape taxes
so arrogant, as if ye were the tops of the class,
hearken! I’m only a poore cadet o’ gascoyne
but I swear I can’t stand those who have no dreams
I won’t be taken in your nerve and tinselries
and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch ye,
no pardon shall ye have and I touch ye!
hearken! Let’s break it off, so come on ye alle,
ye foole rabble-rousers, the leaders of our time,
come on all canvassers and second-rate poolitickers,
you alle cruel masters of false ceremonies,
who have so often turn’d laissez-faire into art,
come on, out with the truth and don’t cheat any longer,
ye know that some one will burden all expenses
In this most bless’d land ravaged by nonsense,
I know I’m always wrong, but I don’t give a damne,
displeasing is my pleasure, I love to be hated,
with bullies and slyboots have I play’d my whole life,
and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch ye!
No pardon shall ye have and I touch ye!
But when I am alone, with my nose down to my feet,
that walks ten yards befor’ me since I came to light,
my anger it does abate, I remember with payne
that heaven it forbade me the sweet dream of love,
How many I did love, how many I did have,
I don’t know, I lost them alle by my fault or by fate,
but when I feel the burden of always being alone,
I shut my door and write, writing’s my solace.
And yet I feel, I do feel that life’s love it exists
with no sin do I love, I am so sad yet I love,
my Roxanne she’s so fair, but, alas! we’re so diff’rent
I can’t talke with her, I'll speake with my verses!
I'll speake with my verses!
Come on all ye, vacuous people, let’s break it off right now,
Ye priestes, who sell us alle the dreame of the other world,
If there’s, as ye do say, a God in the endless heaven
then look into your heart, ye’ve betrayed him!
And ye material people, ye who never give up saying
that God is dead and man is alone in this abysme,
ye looke after your truth on the ground like swines,
ye may keepe your acornes, but please leave me my winges,
go back home, ye dwarfes, get out of my way,
for mine immense rage I need ettins and giantes,
I’ve never been caught in any reveal’d truth,
and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch ye!
No pardon shall ye have and I touch ye!
With my nose and my brande my enemies I do touch.
But nowe in mine Life I cannot find my way,
I should not give up and resign to my badness,
thou only canst me save, thou only and I do write it.
I do feel it must be a place in heaven or on earthe,
where we any more won’t suffer and all it will be right,
don’t laugh, I beg thee, don’t laughe att my wordes,
for I am only a shadow, and thou art the sun, Roxanne!
Yet I wat thou’rt not laughing, I wat, my sweetest lady,
and I won’t hide my selfe under your balcony,
for I do feel it right now, my pain’s not been in vain
If you love me as I am,
and I remain your servant, for ever yours, Cyrano!

My photographic tribute to the great James Ensor

Il mio omaggio fotografico al grande James Ensor

Shot by Laura Tedeschi - Ramatuelle, september 2010

Paint by James Ensor - Les masques fantastiques

Paint by James Ensor - Self Portrait and the masks

Paint by James Ensor - La mort et les masques

We, who in the 80 were kids

painting by Laura Tedeschi

We, who were playing hide and seek at all times.
We, who the roller skates had four wheels and stretched when the foot was growing.
We, who those of us who left the longest trail in the braking with the bike was the coolest.
We, who went on the bike in two.
We, who thought to had secrets.
We, who really had secrets.
We, who were doing a competition to see who chewing more chewing gum at the same time.
We, who adopted stray cats and dogs that we were never attacked any fatal disease although later, after have caressed them, we put our fingers in our mouth.
We, who did not know to read the fever thermometer.
We, who break off fever thermometers, and balls of mercury were wandering through the house.
We, who the Rubik's cube, we never finished, at least without cheating...
We, who exchanged with each other stickers before the lesson (and during and after)...
We, who with a willow branch did bow to feel like Orzowei.
We, who had the "secret place"with the "secret passage".
We, who in the meadows in the dark between the chirping of cicadas can still see the fireflies (and we did not know were the latest).
We, who sometimes quarreled.
We, who five minutes after it was all forgotten...
We, who "if you do this you are no longer my friend".
We, who the tape player ate the music cassette , and we had to rewind the tape with the pen.
We, who had the black and white TV.
We, who watched on TV "The little House on the Prairie " Even if this put sadness.
We, who looked at Christmas "Little Lord Fauntleroy", because it gave fixed on TV.
We, who laughed if a friend was laughing.
We, who our new shoes remained clean only an hour!
We, who are so excited for a kiss on the cheek.
We, who phoned in secret.
We, who did not have the mobil-phone to go talk in private on the terrace.
We, who write short messages on bits of paper to pass to the class partner.
We, who there was the Polaroid, and we waiting to saw the photo.
We, who when, pick up the photos from the photographer, were curious to see them.

Powerful Vienna - Graben, Ring and Opera House

Paintings of Laura Tedeschi

Vienna - Graben 

Vienna - Ring and Opera House

The winter outside - L'inverno fuori

From the window of a bohemian studio

Paintings of Laura Tedeschi

The first frosts - Le prime gelate

Oh days, oh months that went away forever, like you is always this my life.
Every year different, but every year the same...

Paintings of Laura Tedeschi

Solitude and silence - Solitudine e silenzio

Paintings of Laura Tedeschi

Horizon - Orizzonte

Painting of Laura Tedeschi

Blue flowers

Painting of Laura Tedeschi