Indulge in the beauty, as a remedy for melancholy
It is of the exiles, of the wanderings, it is morning or night.
It is from storms, sorrows lost and bygone times.
Thus it is with the trajectories of our intimate and the state of the world.
Of those who oppose them, and make war, social constructs, and that hurt and felt, between the self, freeze, she stands at a distance.
Luca Schiller leaking out of the frames.
It protects the world to protect his world.
In silence, his mind is made king in his planet.
Luca Schiller invents a country.
In secret it is up to her imagination, she finds herself in.
Then, like a prayer, an incantation, Everything is round.
The sun is a grain of yellow sand,
There is only one and the same cell of the plant to the skin,
Summers are blue and the leaves come out green turquoise as drops of water giant.
The light escapes the time. She turns. The ray of light is purple. At sunset, he plays.
Luca said that his body was born in Rio and his soul to Paris.
Family history tells, too, of the lands of eastern Europe.
Luca is brazilian. Luca is european.
Just as his family did in other times, Luca Schiller transcends established boundaries.
In a movement tiraillant and vital, she interweaves the positions, the languages, the cultures, practices.
In its own way, free and single.
Tireless, Luca was a mound building of beauties.
She walks through museums, galleries, and searching what causes it to vibrate.
She documents her bed, her archive of the times, trajectories and lives, it has collected.
And where his eye arises conquered, she now resides.
Vitalised by the free spirits, Luca Schiller creates, exchanges, and is surrounded by a tribe of souls.
The presence of the here and the beyond.
They are called Charlotte, Anni, Eileen, Valentine, Ray, they call Charles, Oscar, Noguchi or Corbu...
The âmy sensitive, making their life, partition, artistic, acts of poetry.
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