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Romina Power
![]() Tratto da una fotografia scattata da Al Bano nella Grotta azzurra di Capri nel 1969 | ![]() Il mio astrattismo figurativo | ![]() May everyone be happy, may everyone be free from misery, may no one ever be separated from their happiness, may everyone have equanimity, free from hatred and attachment |
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![]() One of my paintings of my teen years, inspired by Donovan | ![]() From a photo taken on Alonyssos, Greece. There were may goats on that beach. I chose to only keep one | ![]() When i used to drive my children to the school bus in Puglia in the 80's, this was a sight i would often see in the morning. One morning i decided to capture it with my camera and then paint it |
![]() Don Carmelo was my father in law. A kind, jovial man who loved story telling. He was like a father to me and we shared the same house for many years | ![]() This is my idea of paradise. Flowers, water and a climate that allows you to have very few clothes on | ![]() The beautiful African race nurturing the white child |
![]() Flowers are the true miracle of nature | ![]() I once saw this landscape from a train window traveling across Japan in 1969. I eventually painted it in 1997 | ![]() My first born on a beach in Puglia, Italy 1975 |
![]() Painting allows us to create a link between us and the mystery beyond time | ![]() Painted in Rome, Italy in one afternoon when i was 14 years old. I started from one corner without knowing what i was going to paint | ![]() I paint also to give a meaning to my lonelyness |
![]() Taken from a photo of Cristel and I after i had finished playing tennis in St Petersburg, Russia 1996 | ![]() Taken from a photo of my father in 1915. I gave it color when i painted it in 1977 | ![]() This was the last lighthouse my great grandfather saw before perishing in a storm in the steamship, "The President". I painted it on the day he died without knowing it |
![]() Sometimes, to express myself through color is easier than using words | ![]() This is like a dream, it could be the high desert near Joshua Tree, California. There is something about the desert that makes me feel happy | ![]() Paintings are like windows on an imaginary world |
![]() Grandmother and granddaughter going on a Sunday walk in the south of Italy in 1971 |
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