ART TWO
 

Tiziana Pantaleoni
via paolo albera 11
00181 rome italy
0039067885951 3284658336
tipanta@libero.it
www.tizianapantaleoni.30art.com

Statement from the artist.

 Descent in the Psyche’s underworld. The archetypal language of the emotions.

 My art work originates from a philosophical need to explore the psyche’s most deep essence which, like Jung’s analytical psychology means that it belongs
to all humanity and eludes “ space-time” laws.

 The emotions arrange the “constellation” of the archetypal forms and became a pictorical language. So, through my artistical production, I gain access to
”beyond the skys,” metaphysical dimensions.

 Then, painting is my only instrument to philosophize.

 An archetypal figure which often appears in my painting is “the hermaphrodite.” In fact Jung thought that, in every culture and civilization the “androgyne” is the strongest image able
to attract “Piscean libido”, i.e. Aztecan (Dual God), Hinduism (male and female in Shiva),
Plato (the myth of androgyne).

 By stylistic viewpoint the choice of work on relief and using clay
are necessary for portraying human psyche’s complexity.


Psyche
Unconscious (instinct and spirituality) and consciousness.
cm140x90 oil+wood work on relief. (2003)

ShadowDance Unlimited ©2004 - TOLL FREE: 1-888-234-7542
All Rights Reserved & updated 3/16/06
Email: rebeca@shadowdance.com

This website created and maintained by www.espritcommuni cations.net
in Houston, Texas, 281.920.4100 Email: reigen@espritcommunications.net

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Back to INDEX of Poems, Essays, Music lyrics, Movies, etc.

BLOOD comment to Psyche

 

 

I FEEL,

           THE FULL FLUIDITY

           THAT EXTENDS EXHALATIONS OF DEATH.

            BLOOD,

            THAT DROPS,

            DENSE,

            FULL OF CLOTS OF PAIN.

 

I FEEL,

           THE BRAIN

           HURT, CUT,

           ENGRAVED INTO THE FLESH.

 

I KNOW,

           WHAT HAPPENED

IN THE BEGINNING....

     WE WERE ONE.

DIVINE RAGE,

OR SUBLIME DIVINE LOVE?

 

I DON’T KNOW,

BUT I  FEEL

ALIVE, BEATING, CRACKLING,

THE WOUND

THAT KINDLES

IN ME.