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An excerpt from "A painting style
coloured with poetry"
In the stillness of immensity, in moonless nights, the voice of indija’s
soul heard the echo of her own being. Her world became of water and air rather
than of earth. In it her artist’s soul flies sure to have found its reign.
There are no stars to show her the way to it, so she flows freely through the
billows until she stops in the shadow, and gazes… When her life became a
crucible with tragedy, she enjoyed new dawns in fascination. Refined by past
migrations, her spirit returned to the Orient and its philosophy where she has
drawn a kind of painting, dipped with slightly esoteric iconoclastic transcendentalism, that etches the impulses
of her noble feelings. Her figures, half abstract half concrete, reveal deep
emotions and feelings that the practice of martial arts instilled in her
through strength of mind and complete self-control. The spirituality permeating
indija’s painting makes its voice heard mixing oriental ataraxia and Latin
virulence. So that, when the shores of her ocean welcome the wave, they soothe
it, watching it roll on to other shores. There,
an invisible light streams colours on the wave, generously strewing it
with corals trickling with secrets sounding-depths, brilliant ambers, gilded
lapis-lazuli, red hot rubies and sweet amethysts… indija’s universe weaves a
kind of intimate talk… that in her almost monochrome painting, pours a sense of
infinite love into the soul… pulsating source of vitality…The echo of indija’s
voice makes us reflect without saddening us, if anything it persuades us to
look at reality and comprehend how to challenge ourselves and win, drawing our
strength from art and poetry.
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