And sometimes the nights last for months... – (Maria Guia Silveira Amaral Maia Pimpão) ◄ Previous Next ►

Artist: Maria Guia Silveira Amaral Maia Pimpão

Date: 2012

Museum: Museu da Fundação Dionísio Pinheiro e Alice Cardoso Pinheiro (Águeda, Portugal)

Technique: Acrylic On Canvas

Maria Guia Pimpão was born in 1945 in Peraboa, Covihã, Portugal, and lives in Coimbra. She was involved in the Círculo de Artes Plásticas [Circles of Plastic Arts] in 1972/1972, and, since 2007, she is seen at the Oficina Livre de Pintura da Árvore [Open painting Workshop at Árvore], Cooperativa de Actividades Artísticas [Cooperative of Artistic Activities], Oporto, under the guidance of Master Alberto Péssimo. She exhibits since 2004, with some 40 individual exhibitions. She has participated in over 60 collective national and international exhibitions. She has received Honors Distinction Silver 2012 and Honors Distinction Gold 2014, at Mário Silva Prize, by the Associação da Amizade e das Artes Galego-Portuguesa [Galician-Portuguese Association for Friendship and Arts]. She has illustrated in acrylic the poetical works of Leocádia Regalo “Lia no País da Poesia” [“Lia at the Poetry Land”], Palimage. Her painting is mainly figurative. The intense colors and the human trait dominate her work. She is a painter of affections: rhythmic soft strokes that cause shadow and bucolic candid life sensed on the animals when present; a medium exercise that offers us the artistic and romantic universe, transporting us in a scenic way to the stage of a hidden and present sense of history in circular motion, giving shape to dreams that shape the audience.This work was inspired by the poem E POR VEZES, of David Mourão - Ferreira:E por vezes as noites duram mesesE por vezes os meses oceanosE por vezes os braços que apertamosnunca mais são os mesmos. E por vezesencontramos de nós em poucos meseso que a noite nos fez em muitos anos.E por vezes fingimos que lembramos.E por vezes lembramos que por vezesao tomarmos o gosto aos oceanossó o sarro das noites não dos meseslá no fundo dos copos encontramos.E por vezes sorrimos ou choramos.E por vezes por vezes ah por vezesnum segundo se evolam tantos anos.