Maristella Angeli

Who knows how many times we have closed in us desires, thoughts, expectations, dreams. How many times have we remained silent, saddened by feeling diminished, offended, not respected. How many times have we still had to give up our true attitudes, we felt different, artists in a sometimes incomprehensible world. Passion influenced by other work choices, feelings of anger, pain, inadequacy, debasement. How many times have we finally reacted and regained our spaces, our identity. The symbol boxes of something we kept segregated, hidden and now, we can finally show in order to be what we are: artists.