We will

 Sarò forte, mi lascerò piegare.

"L'albero" Olio su tavola cm. 80x120

"The tree of us" - Oil on board 80x120

Inhuman failure

Having declared the failure of moder society, 
when do we begin building another?

"Seated on nothing"
Oil on canvas 60x80 cm.

 

The first is not the last: it simply exist

 

 "Vivo o morto?" Olio su tela cm. 40x40

"Dead or alive?" - Oil on canvas inch. 15.748x15.748, 

This oil painting is my imprint: something
that still remains in the way I

represent myself, as I know this
was my first self-portrait.

Because this is what some artists do: they
paint themselves believing they remain unseen.

So, when I look at the essence of the
other I have painted, I recognize myself in

that concealed gaze.

Within it, I see the same unseen vision of
the world.

That I still hold.

You may think

Is there an invisible wall?

You may think is impossible

But I do not

Gabriella Zannoni - GaZa
She - Triptic 130x160 cm. (51x63 inch.)

Be the human you being

Do you remember when humanity changed?
It was sunny, like today,
and from that moment she stopped being herself,
to become someone else.
Potential humanity manifested itself and smiled at us,
and he never killed again.

 

What for?

 - What are you fighting for? 

- For peace. 

- Can't be!

Play time

 

- How would you describe the music?

- I would let her play

Cerchiare

Se anche fossi un cerchio,

proverei a scappare

Sometimes

You fade, you shine 

Io di più

 

Out of time

 

Anche l'ombra delle tue ciglia,

mi somiglia.

Fly me again

 

In charge with obsessions

 

 

I'm in charge with obsessions,

 
glue of the finest approaches, tension of the brighter's red string,
each one apart and together a ribbon.

 
Multiple sections in a lonely bone box, with one tought only.

 
Mind be, and neverless you'll be.

Feather of me

Of another time is the now.

It rings in my head and 

carries me as if I were the feather of the wing that 

was torn from me.

I keep memory of it and still flies me.

Unknowing

 I know you know

but you don't know if I know it.

When when?

Where it will be where,

and when when?

Maybe right here,

and at this time.

Beating heart

 

I learned you by heart, 

and now I don't know how to forget the beat.

Cannot be

 

 

Cannot be lost the inexistent.

 

 

The lie's truth

 

In the sincerity of every lie, 

the truth is revealed only to those who

are capable to discern it. 

 

 

GaZa

However great you may have been, 

you was not enough for me.