Album de arta. cantecul culorilor

Album de arta Alice Sfintesco.

Cantecul culorilor.

Cu ganduri de Claudia Motea / Le Chant des couleurs avec pensees par Claudia Motea / The song of colors with thoughts by Claudia Motea Editie trilingva romana-franceza-engleza Cine este cu adevarat Alice Sfintesco?! Parcurgand acest album de arta, faurit cu atata gingasie si inima de Editura Creator/ Libris, veti simti cu siguranta sufletul nemuritor al unui artist in care poezia artei sale, fie in schite creionate, fie in pastel sau uleiuri, va da binete cu o reverenta regala si va invita inopinat la o introspectie ludica, dar profunda, pentru a (re)descoperi binele si frumosul din esenta fiintei voastre umane.

Qui est vraiment Alice Sfintesco?! En parcourant cet album dart, realise avec tant de tendresse et de chaleur par les editions Creator/ Libris Publishing, vous allez ressentir certainement lame immortelle dune artiste dont la poesie de son art, quil sagisse de croquis au crayon, de pastels ou dhuiles, vous accueille avec une reverence royale et vous invite de maniere inattendue a une introspection ludique mais profonde pour (re)decouvrir le bon et le beau dans lessence de votre etre humain.

Who is really Alice Sfintesco? As you browse through this art album, so tenderly and heartfully crafted by Creator/ Libris Publishing, you will certainly feel the immortal soul of an artist whose poetic art, whether in pencil sketches, pastels or oils, greets you with a regal reverence and unexpectedly invites you to a playful but profound introspection to (re)discover the good and the beautiful in the essence of your human being.

- Claudia Motea Cand am intrat cu florile la dansa, am vazut ca erau flori in casa, erau flori pe pereti si era ceva inflorit in fiinta aceea incarcata de ani.

De ce imi spusese sa-i duc tot flori? M-am intrebat.

Dar dupa cateva clipe am inteles: un destin implinit inseamna o blanda repetitie.

Lorsque jentrai chez elle avec les fleurs, je vis quil y avait des fleurs dans la maison, il y en avait sur les murs, et il y avait quelque chose de fleuri dans cet etre charge dannees.

Pourquoi rnavait-il dit de lui porter encore des fleurs? me dernandai-je.

Mais quelques instants apres, je cornpris: un destin accompli signifie une tendre repetition.

When I entered her place with the flowers, I saw that tbere were flowers in the house, they were on the walls, but there was also something in blossom in that human being stricken in years.

Why had he told me to bring her more flowers? I asked myself.

But after a short while I understood: a destiny fulfilled means gentle reenactment.

- Constantin Noic.