Bluritup

  Un giorno, tra il caffè del mattino e le riflessioni notturne sul senso della vita, nel bel mezzo di una pianura deserta, apparve lui. Chiamiamolo Antonio. Era lì, completamente solo, di fronte a tre porte enormi che si ergevano misteriosamente in mezzo a quel vuoto giallastro. Le porte erano imponenti, ognuna un po' più cupa dell'altra. Ma c'era un problema: nessuna istruzione, nessuna indicazione. La scelta non era affatto semplice. Antonio era già pronto a fare una scelta a casaccio — d'altronde, come si può scegliere senza alcuna guida? — quando, all'improvviso, davanti a lui apparve lei. La Sorte. Sì, proprio lei, in un lungo mantello stropicciato e con un bastone da passeggio. A prima vista sembrava... un po' stanca. Dopo un breve silenzio, finalmente parlò: — Vedo che sei di nuovo smarrito. Come sempre, stai lì come davanti al menu della mensa, senza sapere cosa scegliere. Va bene, ti darò una mano. Allora, la prima porta, — disse la sorte, batt...

  Un vecchio di nome Zaccaria viveva in un piccolo villaggio.

  El dibujo se ha ejecutado con una técnica mixta, combinando trazos de lápiz con colores intensos de ceras, rotuladores y lápices de colores. Predominan las formas geométricas angulares, aportando un aire abstracto y misterioso a la representación. La paleta de colores empleada es en tonos verdes, rosados que llegan al rojo intenso y beiges. Esto contrasta con el uso de líneas oscuras para definir el contorno del rostro y las facciones.

The face we see in the painting is drawn with intentional primitivism and exaggeration, as if it reflects a mix of pain, astonishment, and inner struggle. The yellow eyebrows, shaped like symbols, might signify a malfunction in the system of emotions and perception. The eyes are asymmetrical, looking in different directions — symbolizing internal division or a split consciousness.

Lo chiamavano Fiorenzo, ma, a dire il vero, la gente del posto lo chiamava semplicemente Fiori, e con il suo carattere questo soprannome si adattava perfettamente.

  Había una vez, en un país muy, muy lejano, un niño llamado Nico, que siempre estaba lleno de curiosidad y ganas de descubrir cosas nuevas. Nico no podía quedarse quieto ni un segundo, ¡le encantaba moverse! Así que, cuando tuvo la oportunidad, decidió emprender un gran viaje porque su mayor sueño era conocer el mundo entero.

 This painting, created in the style of Art Brut, expresses human emotions through vibrant and bold colors, rough textures, and abstract forms. In the foreground is the figure of a woman with dark, flowing hair, standing out against a backdrop of emerald green. Her face and body, rendered in rich shades of orange and brown, evoke a sense of warmth and energy. The contours of her face are blurred, giving the image dynamism and emotional depth, while her large dark eyes, shaped with simple forms, appear full of life and inner light. Surrounding her are splashes of color that symbolize flowers or emotions, adding a sense of movement and excitement to the artwork. --- In the northern part of the island of Barbados, in a tropical rainforest zone, there is a hidden spot—a small cove with a sandy beach that gradually transitions into dense foliage. In this secluded corner, under the cover of night, illuminated by bonfire light and accompanied by the rhythm of music, the dancer moved. He...

  At the center of this piece dominates a large, abstract figure—a head, with sharp lines and rough contours, which adds the characteristic sharpness and energy typical of Art Brut. The face is barely discernible, but the eyes, minimally depicted as two circles, immediately draw attention. They seem to pierce the viewer, creating a sense of hidden life and contemplation. At first glance, the beetle depicted on the hand might appear as a secondary detail. However, its presence creates unexpected tension, as if it is the main character of this story. The contrast between the mechanical angularity of the human form and the living, organic image of the beetle heightens the sense of surrealism. -------------- It was just another ordinary day in the Fincher family—if, of course, you consider it normal for Wednesday to start with someone staring at a bug on their hand like it's the most important thing in the world. Liz sat in the kitchen, holding her hand in front of her face, and ...

En unas tierras lejanas, llenas de cielos azules y flores perfumadas, vivía un pueblo muy feliz. Trabajaban solo unas pocas horas al día, y el resto del tiempo lo dedicaban a lo que les apasionaba. Podían disfrutar de los bienes del país sin límite, con responsabilidad. Aunque nada les pertenecía, se sentían las personas más ricas del mundo, porque nada les faltaba. La clave era sencilla: todos aportaban trabajando unas horas al día y podían cambiar de actividad cada día. Podían ser barrenderos, médicos, artistas o arquitectos; cualquiera podía dedicarse a lo que quisiera. Al finalizar la jornada, se inscribían en la actividad que harían al día siguiente. Así vivieron durante muchos años, hasta que un día el sistema de inscripción se averió, y ninguna solución lograba repararlo. Para evitar el caos, tuvieron que repetir la misma actividad del día anterior. Los días se convirtieron en semanas y luego en meses. Poco a poco, la alegría se fue apagando. Sin la libertad de elegir, algun...