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I was in my old room in Utrecht, and I felt like I had to be in the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert. I happened to decide to change my life. It was the night between the 19th and the 20th, of October. It was past midnight, so it was already the 20th. I thought that it was a pity, because I would have liked such a decisive ritual happening on a 19th.

He who travels far was in the Blue Moon Valley in the Atacama desert, and he felt like a being who was in her old room in Utrecht had to be there. He happened to decide to change his life. He thought that it was a pity that it was already the 20th of October, because he would have liked such a decisive ritual happening on a 19th.

On the night between the 19th and the 20th, of October, past midnight so already on the 20th, since I wasn't in the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert, I became the moon and the sky and I went above the Moon Valley in the Atacama desert.

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley

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The Flowerasm I made that night is still one of my favourite illustrations ever and it became the main symbol of the style I want to explore.

That night I understood how to change my life in the direction that, back then, I felt I had to go; I hanged its echo on the wall /// 20X2014 – 4III2015 – Go forward towards your own origin! – G⊙! /// and now, one year later, I'm at my own origin. Not within the deadline I told myself and with a five months journey in the middle, but still I am, and not too far from the timing I demanded.

The dragon head you can see here above, below the hanged echo, comes from another story I will tell some other day. Now it is one year from the night I was the sky and the path towards my own origin – which is never going back, is rather going further up on… a spiral…

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley: preritual

Flowerasm VIII - Atacama Eternal Blue In The Moon Valley: preritual

Looking for the sign is like going further till your own origin.

Andrea Pazienza

One of my Flowerasms as WeTransfer Editorial! ✌

Many of you surely often open a tab on WeTransfer, start to upload or download a file and perhaps stay some time looking at the background, whether is a pure advertisement or an artwork, simply because it's beautiful. On an Internet mostly full of annoying banners everywhere and video advertisements blocking the movie that you were gonna watch (till you downloaded AdBlock), to me WeTransfer immediately came to attention for its very different approach – a bit zen, as they say. Their service is about file transferring, full stop, so they realized that they need just a little window to fill up a very few fields, and then all the rest of the screen could be up to anything else. And instead of organizing a complicated layout, they decided to hold a certain style. We need just that little portion of pixels on the left, why don't we use the rest for something beautiful? So, very often, on rotation on their background, one can find a selection of artworks.

Frequently I clicked on the wallpapers, visiting the websites of the related artists. I started to wonder about how these freelancers were there, since usually such a space is very expansive and have prices proportioned to a big company income, and finally I surfed more on their info section, from their About till the pages linked on its bottom. And I got very impressed. As much as I have a general and extreme repulsion to the world of advertisements, as much I appreciated the peculiar way they treat it. I sent an email to them and after a few weeks I received a very gentle email on which they explained to me that, apart of the commercial wallpapers, they decided to support creative content, and they invited me to send my proposals. The only thing they asked back was to mention them on my social networks. What I'm doing here, writing so widely, is perhaps even a little further, but my ears had such an overdose from the disrespectful, unkind and loud commercials that we have to get through exactly like any dystopia would command, that I can't believe that finally some companies are adopting kinder ways –– and, at the same time, are even supporting art, for free!

So, Thank you WeTransfer! And, dear fellow artists, consider contacting them too!

Here is the WeTransfer Editorial Wallpaper with my work. Much joy for it!

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The work they selected from me is a very particular one.

Flowerasm VII – On The Other Side Of The 4th Gate For The Hug Full Of Eternal Blue (turned horizontal)

As the title says, that's the other side of the 4th gate for the hug full of eternal blue.

So there is another side of this. But it will stay unseen.

And that gate, that gate had a door, but the door went to The Door, who's the other force of the hug full of eternal blue. He Who Travels Far.

A piece of this paper, which is The Door, traveled to reach the traveler.

So this painting is divided in two parts, both unseen, separated and creating a field of magic which runs from the gate till the traveling door; only a third, extra part, which is only the other side of them, is shared, here, and that's what I would love to tell you

of a hug full of eternal blue.

This is the Flowerasm № 7.

The whole Flowerasms series is on my website.

Good luck finding doors, gates
and recalling the way back, too.

Light, Love and Laughter,

Eta

Fishagall flies over the Flowerasms

Turning 25, I had told myself that I would had embraced myself as woman, and therefore as mother.

So I did. In the sense of being a "universal mother", not in the sense of becoming the biological mother of someone specifically – I don't want to, first of all because of the current world situation.

I found feelings I had pictured on my-grown-up-self, like the serenity that calmed down that newborn on the train as I touched his/her foot, on the train, a day in May, with my friend Shivesh, who first was shocked and then told me that touching the feet is his mother's wisdom tip to cheer babies.

But I also found one unexpected feeling: discovering a new joy, more maturely understanding what really is being, at very biological first, a daughter – a huge fortune I can fully enjoy (despite the distances and with a Very Special Thanks to the technology and the love).

This portrait is the smile I feel for my parents – it's the smile that they mostly see now over videocalls.

I had the urge of it and it's really out of my thankfulness for them – to thank them, both in once.

It may look weird to portray me instead of who I'm thanking, for example, but I know that more than everything else they're letting me feel their pure and true wish for me. And I know that, since I'm geographically far away from both of them, my presence totally meant for them is exactly what can sweetly please them the most.

Portrait Of A Daughter – Young Nora

We can be one world
We will be one world
In the Jungles of the Mountain Young Nora loves the mountain
And the Mountain feeds the people and the Wheel keeps on turnin'
REVOLUTION!

Jefferson Airplane, The Wheel
1989 (my birthyear)

This drawing came out of my nails the first night I drawn this year, light licked by the Chagall's retrospective that I've seen in Milan with my friend Andrea and my mom, one of the last December days.

Before to do this illustration, I really had to tribute Marc Chagall. Not that this can be vaguely enough: I have no way to express my love for his art. The simple idea of his sensitivity totally devastates me if I think about what he had seen happening in the 20th Century. To me he's a flower into the dust and the drop of his existence rocks the branches of my highest waves.

Furthermore, fish widely flew through Chagall's lands (and, of course, I'm slowly gathering them on my tumblr Piscem).

But before the Chagall's portrait, the first drawing of the three I made that night has been a jump of colours roll between my fingers, as it happens when I understand I only have to give room to my inspiration and to shut up.

This drawing is my 10th Flowerasm.

The Flowerasms are a series of artworks I started in October, after my trip in Italy to read my book Felice; only in these days I understood how to title them and I'll start soon to show them. They are the main reason of all the time I'm needing to elaborate the memory of my street performance summer and to start to translate my book in English: a new generation of art, total consequence of my book, is asking for my attention. Soon I'll publish the rest of the series.

Flowerasm 10 – Chagallian

Something else happened this fall. I'm learning much more deeply my creative process; as my old followers may recall, this has been a terrible struggle for me: now, I'm experiencing one of the most satisfying season of all my life.

Apparently, rituals insist on showing their power into all this and I'm keeping happening in painting my forehead with the colours I'm going to dive into, time by time.
This night, I involved Fishagall too (originally Fish Chagall).
Fishagall is a wooden fish I found in my favorite Utrecht shop, De Oude Pijpenlade, and that I'll probably repaint every time I'll feel like, according with my craziness and moods.

Now Fishagall is playing hide-and-seek, I think – but I can't tell for sure, my little desk is covered by a maze of layers of oil pastels, wax pastels, waterable pastels, brushes, towels, ecoline, pencils, markers, pens and even the eraser (hooray, that's always so hard not to loose it!). If I find Fishagall again or if he decides to come out, hopefully he will send me some good vibes for my illustration for the cover of The Grand Tour, the first novel of the trilogy from The Red Universe by Victor Lorandi (yes, this is also taking more then unexpected, but we're appreciating and finding a sense for this creative process too).

Much love,
from this flower-shaped volcano and its stream of flying fish coming out!

☉R G A S M

This is a peculiar very-private abstract painting I've been asked to do.

It is very-very-private, but I got the permission to show some glimpses of it.

 

Doing it, I realised how much I could enjoy an "easy" life in which I just drool in ecstasy all the time contemplating colours and only making abstract painting. It was a very long time I wasn't working on abstract works, it's a genre which I deeply investigated only when I was about four: it was serious shit, but I didn't have a blog yet, so maybe one day I should scan all that sacred freedom and fun with my first brushes.

Anyway, I'm not going to turn into a full time abstract painter, so I've been pretty happy to remember one more time how it feels.

(If you are wondering about why an abstract should be so very-very-private, well, keep wondering…)