As a child, I could never sit still. I jumped, skipped, knew every song by heart and sang them at the top of my lungs. Then I learned the other way: how to sit properly, lower my voice, be responsible. I learned to say no, and most of the time, I said it to myself.<\/p>\n
The black in this painting is that hand holding me back. Dry, decisive strokes, a calligraphy that knows only how to forbid.<\/p>\n
But underneath, everything it tries to cover slips through. Pinks, yellows, blues, and among them, the words from back then, written exactly as I used to shout them: jump, leap, music. The little girl doesn\u2019t wait her turn or ask for permission. She pushes through, spills over, sings, and almost knocks the grown woman who kept her quiet to the ground.<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve spent years telling myself no.<\/p>\n
This work is about that contradiction: the learned rules versus the free impulse, two calligraphies that are two different ways of being in the world.<\/p>\n
I painted this on the day I let her win.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":49662,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false},"product_brand":[],"product_cat":[1551,2428,443,3783],"product_tag":[2391],"class_list":["post-49661","product","type-product","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","product_cat-acrilico","product_cat-artwork","product_cat-astratto","product_cat-eliseth","product_tag-v2","first","instock","downloadable","virtual","sold-individually","purchasable","product-type-simple"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n