Now that I managed to get some pictures on the blog, you will be able to compare what I wrote about my way of understanding the painting and the paintings that I made.
Vincent
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Steve Prefontaine Clothes
Now that I managed to get some pictures on the blog, you will be able to compare what I wrote about my way of understanding the painting and the paintings that I made.
Vincent
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Best Said Condolences
PAINTING MODERN ART GALLERY
ORIGINAL SIN
OIL ON CANVAS 80 X 120
The Annunciation
OIL ON CANVAS 60 X 80
THE NATIVITY '
OIL ON CANVAS 60 X 80
THE CRUCIFIXION
OIL ON CANVAS 120 x 180
MERCY MAGNA ET SPES
ORIGINAL SIN OIL ON CANVAS 80 X 120
The Annunciation OIL ON CANVAS 60 X 80
THE NATIVITY ' OIL ON CANVAS 60 X 80
THE CRUCIFIXION OIL ON CANVAS 120 x 180
MERCY MAGNA ET SPES OIL ON CANVAS 50X70
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Breastfeeding Adult Movies
The house of silence
In the kitchen:
a television turned on, a crazy blender above the voice of the television presenter, a table set for four, the pressure cooker that whistles, a woman in a blender, a man who sees the TV without understanding a word
In a small room:
A sixteen year old girl sitting on the bed writing text messages to cell phones, a turntable that plays rock music at full volume, a turtle in a glass building glass;
In the other room I
A twenty-year old boy who surfs the internet listening to music on the radio high-volume, on a television without volume, a mobile phone ringtone without the flashing.
Then suddenly: Everyone at the table, dinner is ready!
notch the blender, pressure cooker, the turntable, the radio turns off the TV in the room while the computer is on standby, mobile phones are placed in the pockets.
not hear a word only the clink of cutlery, dominated by low-volume voice of the presenter television that no one listens.
Vincent 
In the kitchen:
a television turned on, a crazy blender above the voice of the television presenter, a table set for four, the pressure cooker that whistles, a woman in a blender, a man who sees the TV without understanding a word
In a small room:
A sixteen year old girl sitting on the bed writing text messages to cell phones, a turntable that plays rock music at full volume, a turtle in a glass building glass;
In the other room I
A twenty-year old boy who surfs the internet listening to music on the radio high-volume, on a television without volume, a mobile phone ringtone without the flashing.
Then suddenly: Everyone at the table, dinner is ready!
notch the blender, pressure cooker, the turntable, the radio turns off the TV in the room while the computer is on standby, mobile phones are placed in the pockets.
not hear a word only the clink of cutlery, dominated by low-volume voice of the presenter television that no one listens.
Vincent
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Emersondigital Camera Binocular Driver?
Homage to Luigi Pirandello
Reflections
A man is born, lives and dies
always playing a role.
To what extent can change
the characters he created and optimized,
other accomplices, if
looking in the mirror,
to like each other, always with
combing the row to the left?
Vincent 
Reflections
oil on canvas 50x70
Reflections
A man is born, lives and dies
always playing a role.
To what extent can change
the characters he created and optimized,
other accomplices, if
looking in the mirror,
to like each other, always with
combing the row to the left?
Vincent
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Cute Save The Date Poems
Poems
I want to compare, for a possible opinion on the diversity of feelings and content, poems written a few years ago, and recent poems. I can not remember when I started writing as I do not remember when I started swimming. It 's something that has always been within me and that I have always since I was a child, but I never proposed to the other, if not now on the blog.
Love Sailor
keys with your flattery
pettaccio between the jacket and shirt.
I,
drunk with wine,
let you do;
but I did not understand your purpose
now that love was over.
When I went, I noticed, in paying the taxi, the wallet was gone
.
I realized too late in your scenes leave me,
your embrace of welcome, love your
hired.
Vincent
keys with your flattery
pettaccio between the jacket and shirt.
I,
drunk with wine,
let you do;
but I did not understand your purpose
now that love was over.
When I went, I noticed, in paying the taxi, the wallet was gone
.
I realized too late in your scenes leave me,
your embrace of welcome, love your
hired.
Vincent
Farewell
Our silence, bare
image
and tender embraces
saw us sitting on the bench
Hermits love
sipped exhausted that
bitter cup which we had inherited from a thousand shades
who mocked us with folded hands
In the "twilight of pebbles on a stage, behind a curtain of pine
dramatic performance in the closing scene.
Vincent
Our silence, bare
image
and tender embraces
saw us sitting on the bench
Hermits love
sipped exhausted that
bitter cup which we had inherited from a thousand shades
who mocked us with folded hands
In the "twilight of pebbles on a stage, behind a curtain of pine
dramatic performance in the closing scene.
Vincent
Huge silences
shut the door.
In defense of your loneliness
mingle among the branches of trees,
inaccessible trees.
Down the path a man looks at the yellow leaves fall
and the branches can see the sunlight.
Huge silences
Silhouettes and torments
backlight mingle
and disturb the mind.
leaves yellow and green,
sharp reflexes,
emotions
tenderness,
dreams
uncertainties
everything into question
well being,
drop or sea
without limits and boundaries.
yellow leaves fall,
green leaves turn yellow.
shut the door.
In defense of your loneliness
mingle among the branches of trees,
inaccessible trees.
Down the path a man looks at the yellow leaves fall
and the branches can see the sunlight.
Huge silences
Silhouettes and torments
backlight mingle
and disturb the mind.
leaves yellow and green,
sharp reflexes,
emotions
tenderness,
dreams
uncertainties
everything into question
well being,
drop or sea
without limits and boundaries.
yellow leaves fall,
green leaves turn yellow.
Vincent
In the old center,
narrow streets,
windows looking out windows,
seeds hidden in the privacy curtains that veiled
reveal
not steal the actual size
a life of false modesty and great illusions.
Now I want to bring a few poems that I wrote recently:
Market Puppet.
narrow streets,
windows looking out windows,
seeds hidden in the privacy curtains that veiled
reveal
not steal the actual size
a life of false modesty and great illusions.
's life is passing by,
each passing day, the man who goes
,
time motionless crystallized
of an era that runs to lose breath.
spices,
fish, exotic fruits, used clothing, gear crazy
a crowd of colorful tents
to fill the belly without ever raising his eyes to heaven.
among the lights that light up,
cries, laughs, tears, smells and tastes
flooded the narrow streets
air of melancholy with the regret of not being among them .
that blend with the black shadows of the rooms,
between the white sheets.
Anxieties that fall asleep in the intimacy between
confused nostalgia and regret
deluded hopes of a poverty now closed.
's life is passing by, without knowing why
not know when.
Vincent
The gold of the poor.
In the heat of the sunset
gulls and white sails glide over the sea and golden beach
love songs and an old guitar
greet the sun disappears. What
nostalgic melancholy overwhelms me!
The sun reflecting off the deep blue waters
floating like gold.
The Gold of the poor, which converges
naturally wonder in the eyes and minds.
Yes, you can be happy without
have nothing!
Just one look,
a song out of tune,
a guitar out of tune,
a stolen kiss, a balloon
laundry
a sigh of love, a tender embrace
,
you and without malice,
I offer your breast, swollen with passion
,
behind a ramshackle hut
in long shadows of a sun that languidly
dies.
Vincent
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
How Long Does Cat Allergies Last After Leaving
TRAFFICKING OF SLAVES
SLAVE TRAFFICKING IN OIL ON CANVAS 100x140
In 1965 in Italy was a scandal that did so much buzz:
Two girls were in Milan (they said) seized and brought to Liberia to meet the rich pleasures of the place.
The ship on which I was first mate made a stop at Buchanan and then to Monrovia (Liberia's two ports) to load iron ore for the Italsider Bagnoli (NA).
was on this occasion that I met in a night of Monrovia Carla Portinari one of those girls who were kidnapped.
then I did not know of the scandal (which I learned only to return in Italy) and after so many years I still remember that meeting. She was pretty, distinguished, kind with a sad look and a slight smile, required to entertain customers. In our conversation made no mention of the episode of violence, but merely for entertainment.
After many decades when the street to meet the young foreign girls close to the fires I relive my memories and reflect on the human tragedies of each.
this sadness and violence have inspired me the picture the slave trade.
Vincent
SLAVE TRAFFICKING IN OIL ON CANVAS 100x140
In 1965 in Italy was a scandal that did so much buzz:
Two girls were in Milan (they said) seized and brought to Liberia to meet the rich pleasures of the place.
The ship on which I was first mate made a stop at Buchanan and then to Monrovia (Liberia's two ports) to load iron ore for the Italsider Bagnoli (NA).
was on this occasion that I met in a night of Monrovia Carla Portinari one of those girls who were kidnapped.
then I did not know of the scandal (which I learned only to return in Italy) and after so many years I still remember that meeting. She was pretty, distinguished, kind with a sad look and a slight smile, required to entertain customers. In our conversation made no mention of the episode of violence, but merely for entertainment.
After many decades when the street to meet the young foreign girls close to the fires I relive my memories and reflect on the human tragedies of each.
this sadness and violence have inspired me the picture the slave trade.
Vincent
Saturday, February 10, 2007
How To Undo The Sims 3 Update
How does the painting
PAOLO AND FRANCESCA
I believe that the artist has to live with the reality of the images or be better of them or better still imprison the feelings of the characters within themselves and then set them off like a flash of light on canvas.
I painted Paolo and Francesca of Dante's Inferno on a canvas of size 100x120.
Before starting to paint I have read and reread that song for days trying to capture the deepest feelings of the characters, the atmosphere suffused with mystery, violence erupted, the repressed love.
I tried to hook into me, using personal experiences, moods and atmosphere of Dante's hand. I soaked everything inside me for days, finding myself sad, oppressed, suffocated offended by the brutal violence, madly in love with my Francesca, canceled for the physical separation, conscious of a love that time can never erase.
Then I started to paint the feelings exploding with colors and shapes. The central part of the picture is occupied by a hug from Paolo and Francesca which is spectacular for the intensity, the love, the sweet tenderness of feeling.
Readers must forgive me I can not insert images in their posts and therefore can not display images. I would appreciate some instructions on how to do it.
VIMAS 
PAOLO AND FRANCESCA
OIL ON CANVAS 80X120
Fifth bet. I believe that the artist has to live with the reality of the images or be better of them or better still imprison the feelings of the characters within themselves and then set them off like a flash of light on canvas.
I painted Paolo and Francesca of Dante's Inferno on a canvas of size 100x120.
Before starting to paint I have read and reread that song for days trying to capture the deepest feelings of the characters, the atmosphere suffused with mystery, violence erupted, the repressed love.
I tried to hook into me, using personal experiences, moods and atmosphere of Dante's hand. I soaked everything inside me for days, finding myself sad, oppressed, suffocated offended by the brutal violence, madly in love with my Francesca, canceled for the physical separation, conscious of a love that time can never erase.
Then I started to paint the feelings exploding with colors and shapes. The central part of the picture is occupied by a hug from Paolo and Francesca which is spectacular for the intensity, the love, the sweet tenderness of feeling.
Readers must forgive me I can not insert images in their posts and therefore can not display images. I would appreciate some instructions on how to do it.
VIMAS
Braingames/poptropica
Axiom
A point has neither soul nor body.
E 'body without shape and size.
Even the most powerful microscopes can detect its presence.
can not enjoy nor suffer nor cry or complain about the fate that has
to be imprisoned until the end of only a concept created without free will.
Every other reality can change, but can also immense efforts of the mind, changing the conditions and assumptions and become free without altering the foundations of any science. The point
no!
E 'only to be perpetually in motion to generate continuous lines, planes, spaces, curves, shapes, solids, etc.. without understanding, at his level, why this kind of forced construction.
His concept is outside of any size or absolute. It can generate the infinitesimal smaller and smaller as the mathematical infinite and able to reach each maximum, the smallest, each limitation of each and every function. Mind excellent
who has grasped the essence. Perhaps even then he knew what would become this point apparently so mistreated.
VIMAS 
A point has neither soul nor body.
E 'body without shape and size.
Even the most powerful microscopes can detect its presence.
can not enjoy nor suffer nor cry or complain about the fate that has
to be imprisoned until the end of only a concept created without free will.
Every other reality can change, but can also immense efforts of the mind, changing the conditions and assumptions and become free without altering the foundations of any science. The point
no!
E 'only to be perpetually in motion to generate continuous lines, planes, spaces, curves, shapes, solids, etc.. without understanding, at his level, why this kind of forced construction.
His concept is outside of any size or absolute. It can generate the infinitesimal smaller and smaller as the mathematical infinite and able to reach each maximum, the smallest, each limitation of each and every function. Mind excellent
who has grasped the essence. Perhaps even then he knew what would become this point apparently so mistreated.
VIMAS
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