Marisa Brandano

Marisa Brandano was born in Thiniscole, but lives in Olbia, in Sardinia. After university studies, she reveals her own vision contents in writing and figurative art. In writing, with her free songs and poems, she gives voice to emotions, dreams, passions and torments: nostalgic notes between the strings of the soul. With overbearing vitality, in a continuous introspective research full of deep questions, where the pain also dwells which, appeased, is appeased. And so, emotional fragments strike without hurting, in an evocative and enveloping alchemy. He has published The suitcase of the heart and, recently, the book-audiobook Toc Unveiled Code. In painting, in his paintings and in his compositions, he approaches the informal and con=ceptual art and poor art, with various techniques, using recycled materials. He has exhibited in Olbia, Porto Cervo, Milan Scoglio di Quarto and Circolo dei Sardi. "Entranas", in Olbia (SS) and Palazzo Veneziano in Malborghetto (UD).  Presentation by MARISA BRANDANO on art.Magic of art. The artist, to create, penetrates the pristine world of interiority, which has no borders, pylons. It has no discharges, no stench. It is from this subliminal source, that draws the jaws those who need sublimated answers. The artist, precisely. He creates, stripped of burdens that fit together, free of skeletons that alienate, fishing among the tumult of those voids that bite inside. He fights to keep company with that little flame that will never kill the dream. To sweeten the fear of living. To open the doors to freedom. Here is the courageous path of 'artist.Navigating through the meanders of one's visceral nature, in search of the most intimate, uncontaminated part of one's being and humbly, generously, without shame, offering the fruits of one's journey that will never end.The artist lives in a dimension in which there is space for time. It is beyond time. And it offers itself in a free and liberating form, with its parts that are the fusion of dreams, joys, pains. Aspirations, yearnings. And that pristine world comes forward with sacred tones, while the earthly tumults are far away. They dare not knock. Vibrations, they gallop silently. Dreams, reinvigorated, prepare to amaze us again. Poems on paper, on canvas, in the ether will caress our nights. This is the magic of art.