Mi chiamo Ginevra, ho 25 anni, fin da piccola avevo tanti sogni come tutti i bambini ma tra questi non era presente il disegno o quello di diventare un’artista, coltivare una simile passione. Sembrerà strano, l’ho scoperta a gennaio del 2019. Trascorrevo le giornate a leggere e studiare, studiare e leggere per conseguire la laurea in psicologia e, come sarà capitato a chiunque, stavo attraversando un periodo particolare della mia vita. La mia mente era abitata da pensieri che costantemente mi tormentavano; vivevo situazioni e provavo emozioni strazianti che non mi permettevano di sfruttare il mio tempo serenamente e impedivano una crescita psicologica. ...Era notte e come ogni sera mi tenevano compagnia la mia insonnia e i miei pensieri che puntualmente trascrivevo. Mentre leggevo un libro, mi venne in mente uno dei miei soliti pensieri ma in quel preciso momento la mia mente cominciò a viaggiare come se per un attimo si fosse spenta. Fu così che disegnai un occhio di dimensioni molto piccole, che potesse entrare in qualche angolo dell’agenda tra un pensiero e l'altro;poi ne feci uno uguale ma più grande, poi una bocca, poi un altro occhio. A quel punto presi un’immagine da Google ma, non conoscendo le basi del disegno, cominciai da una piccola sfumatura del naso e mi allargai a macchia d’olio. Impiegai tre giorni dopodichè il foglio prese forma: il primo disegno in assoluto! La mia prima opera :un leone.
Sembra strano ma è proprio cosi che è cominciata la mia esperienza. Disegnare mi faceva stare bene. Trasferivo su carta i pensieri che inizialmente scrivevo. L’arte è magia. E’ passione. Dà la possibilità ad un foglio bianco di prendere vita. Non è l’artista a creare un’opera ,è il foglio che sceglie l’artista. Ciò fa nascere una sintonia che permette di dare forma al bianco. L’arte è condivisione di pensieri con il tuo inconscio donati alla mente, deputata a dargli forma. Questo è ciò che è successo a me.
-My name is Ginevra, I am 25 years old, since I was a child I had many dreams like all children but among these there was no drawing or that of becoming an artist, cultivating such a passion. It will seem strange, I discovered it in January 2019. I spent the days reading and studying, studying and reading to obtain a degree in psychology and, as it will have happened to anyone, I was going through a particular period of my life. My mind was inhabited by thoughts that constantly tormented me; I lived situations and felt excruciating emotions that did not allow me to take advantage of my time serenely and prevented psychological growth. ... It was night and as every evening my insomnia and my thoughts kept me that I duly transcribed. While reading a book, one of my usual thoughts occurred to me but at that precise moment my mind began to travel as if it had faded for a moment. So it was that I drew an eye of very small dimensions, which could enter some corner of the agenda between one thought and another; then I made one equal but larger, then a mouth, then another eye. At that point I took an image from Google but, not knowing the basics of the drawing, I started from a small shade of the nose and I spread like wildfire. It took me three days after which the sheet took shape: the first drawing ever! My first work: a lion. It sounds strange but that's how my experience started. Drawing made me feel good. I transferred the thoughts I originally wrote to paper. Art is magic. It is passion. It gives the possibility for a blank sheet to come to life. It is not the artist who creates a work, it is the sheet that the artist chooses. This gives birth to a harmony that allows you to give shape to white. Art is sharing thoughts with your unconscious given to the mind, delegated to shape it.
This is what happened to me.
Sembra strano ma è proprio cosi che è cominciata la mia esperienza. Disegnare mi faceva stare bene. Trasferivo su carta i pensieri che inizialmente scrivevo. L’arte è magia. E’ passione. Dà la possibilità ad un foglio bianco di prendere vita. Non è l’artista a creare un’opera ,è il foglio che sceglie l’artista. Ciò fa nascere una sintonia che permette di dare forma al bianco. L’arte è condivisione di pensieri con il tuo inconscio donati alla mente, deputata a dargli forma. Questo è ciò che è successo a me.
-My name is Ginevra, I am 25 years old, since I was a child I had many dreams like all children but among these there was no drawing or that of becoming an artist, cultivating such a passion. It will seem strange, I discovered it in January 2019. I spent the days reading and studying, studying and reading to obtain a degree in psychology and, as it will have happened to anyone, I was going through a particular period of my life. My mind was inhabited by thoughts that constantly tormented me; I lived situations and felt excruciating emotions that did not allow me to take advantage of my time serenely and prevented psychological growth. ... It was night and as every evening my insomnia and my thoughts kept me that I duly transcribed. While reading a book, one of my usual thoughts occurred to me but at that precise moment my mind began to travel as if it had faded for a moment. So it was that I drew an eye of very small dimensions, which could enter some corner of the agenda between one thought and another; then I made one equal but larger, then a mouth, then another eye. At that point I took an image from Google but, not knowing the basics of the drawing, I started from a small shade of the nose and I spread like wildfire. It took me three days after which the sheet took shape: the first drawing ever! My first work: a lion. It sounds strange but that's how my experience started. Drawing made me feel good. I transferred the thoughts I originally wrote to paper. Art is magic. It is passion. It gives the possibility for a blank sheet to come to life. It is not the artist who creates a work, it is the sheet that the artist chooses. This gives birth to a harmony that allows you to give shape to white. Art is sharing thoughts with your unconscious given to the mind, delegated to shape it.
This is what happened to me.
