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And he has new paintings for you to see.
Mayank is 13 years old, and he is studying in standard 7 in the small town of Haldia (West Bengal, India). He has lived there since birth. His father works in a limited company that belongs to the private sector.
As a lower-middle-class family, they were nowhere near art culture by any means. His father recognized his drawing tendency throughout childhood. Mayank's father tried to give him a drawing lesson despite various obstacles, which are apparent in India's small towns.
Mayank has completed over 500 drawings and paintings. His paintings have been recognized internationally.
His artwork has been featured in various papers, magazines, books, and journals. National level art galleries with international art figures as well.
His most valuable achievement is being a part of an international poetry book, "The Creative Voice of Uganda," published in the UK.
Mayank appreciates guidance at every step by everyone around him. Most of all, he wants to bring happiness to his followers, well-wishers, and his guides using his art.
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The level of my depression and state of mind condition my typical day.
I often use my artistic skills to represent my feelings on paper as I struggle to communicate with words. Hopefully, my treatments will improve my condition over time.
I often see psychiatrists and psychologists looking to solve my difficulties with drugs and talk about real everyday problems.
One of my main hobbies besides painting is photography of various subjects, but mainly human portraits. I am 29 years old, and I am Italian.
I studied art at school, but I specialized in technique by doing tests, experiments, changing processes, and creating my own painting style. Art helps me express my feelings by attributing colors and shapes to my emotions. My works are the emotional mirror of what I feel.
It isn’t an uncommon idea that the experience of being alive, and even all the ephemera of the universe, can be defined by polarities. How many times have you heard a well-meaning friend or family member attempt to comfort you with some cliche platitude like: “Light can’t exist without darkness” or “Life is a roller coaster.”
Hearing this is usually unhelpful at best (and can be insulting at its worst). I believe a conversation could take place about the impact of polarities on our world and experience.
I am wildly fascinated with emotional opposites, the marriage I see between them, and their role in shaping our most intimate relationships—even the one we have with ourselves.
Growing up in one of the most economically depressed areas in the north-eastern United States gave me many opportunities to interact with these kinds of polarities. Try not to be surprised when I inform you that this long declining locale is a valley in upstate New York.
An experience that a lot of us upstate New York residents have is the feeling of being forgotten. We frequently have to remind people that New York is more than the Big Apple, making the correction every time we introduce ourselves to someone out of state.
What we don’t mention is that maybe there is a reason we have been forgotten. That much of upstate does not share the progressive ideas or economic prosperity of the city.
In certain areas (such as the Valley that stretches fifty miles north-northeast of Binghamton), we get some of the least amounts of sunlight in the continental USA, and that most of the work here went away in the ’50s.
This has had an effect on people, as you would imagine.
It isn’t just that doctors tell their patients with skin cancer to move here in a desperate bid to hide from the sun.
It’s the drug addiction. It’s toxic masculinity running headlong into an inability to support a family; And not unrelated to that is domestic abuse.
It’s the police who think they are kings and superintendents cosplaying as owners of NFL teams. It’s local agriculturalists that are quickly losing farms that are generations old.
It’s also sweet old men with kind words at the farmers market. It’s a tenured social worker desperately trying to hold together the lives of troubled youth on her days off.
It’s just how much better the sun feels on your skin after two weeks of endless cloud cover. It’s the dead trees and swamps that dominate so much of the year that make the fall colors really sing.
These hills have seen more than their fair share of tragedy, and if you listen closely, you really can hear their lamentations and might even discover something beautiful in them.
In a cold and angry valley, growing up in an abusive household, pressed under generations of passed down trauma, is a terrifying kind of childhood. Fantasies about having a different start, with another family, in ano
I struggled with lots of different tools and formats for years, but I consistently produced these composite works. Eventually, I started writing poetry. I really wanted to communicate and foster this sense of awe I had about the world, that I had glanced between the cracks of a fearful adolescence.
In books and music, paintings, and in the outstretched hands that only exist in times and place
Good relationships are anything but easy, and that is as true for the love you share with a best friend as it is for your connection to yourself and to the world.
I posit here that you do, in fact, need to face some darkness for the light to mean anything at all.
Alan Watts called this the Backward Law:
“The desire for a more positive experience is itself a negative experience. And, p
I Became a Painter
I was born in Lisbon, Portugal, where I learned the arts. In the ceramic workshop, I created molds and painted tile. I also spent my time as a volunteer.
In the United Kingdom, I restored pottery (mostly from Egypt and Greece).
I started learning design and communication studies at a European university in Lisbon. I had a desire to paint on canvas and took a course on drawing and painting anatomy.
I got involved with the National Society of Artists in Lisbon, which ended with a collective exhibition.
Later I decided to do painting at art festivals. I was motivated by the new dynamic that the Lisbon arts events brought in 2003, including coffee shop art galleries.
At the time, I also worked for a tabloid newspaper.
Life in Portugal, Lisbon - The Early Childhood and Teenage Years
I first started to paint and draw at 12 years old,
My father inspired me. He also appreciated making
pencil drawings. His main work was serving as secretary of city-building and architecture planning.
If you look at my teenage drawings, you will notice
that most of my art criticizes society, but
also presents a naive view of beauty, idealized with
colors and poems.
When I wasn’t drawing or painting, I would spend much of my time reading: Rainer Maria Rilke, Rimbaud, Jose Gomes Ferreira, Oscar Wilde, and Shakespeare.
These poets made a vast difference in my art perception.
After learning to read in Polish, I could finally
understand Polish poetry.
After finishing the Arts Academy, I would like to travel around the world with my
art, creating summer exchange programs between artists
Life in Poland, Wrocław
In 2005, I decided to emigrate to Poland (city of Wrocław)
and marry my husband.
I made an exhibition in the restaurant and gallery of the Academy
of Arts of Wrocław on my wedding day. I also set one up in Klub Pod Kolumnami Art Gallery.
I went for 15 years without any exhibitions due to cultural friction.
These differences and adaptation to a new language sometimes gave me
slight difficulty in clearly saying what I needed.
I dedicated most of my time to raising my children and teaching the Portuguese language at international nursery and primary schools.
Academy of Arts in Wrocław, Poland
Exhibitions with the group “Wbarwywzięci” translates to” Thankful to the colors” and “Bright
side of colors.”
I felt that it was the right time to come back to study the arts. So I contacted the Arts University, where I was accepted. I made group exhibitions in a downtown gallery despite the lockdown.
I try to make the best of every situation, and I love putting my art out there for people to enjoy and see.