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SRapallo, Untitled, oil on Canson paper, 2021.

Gender equality

August 24th, 2021

SRapallo, Untitled, oil painting on Canson paper 290gm, 33cm x 41cm, 2021.

I’m always very much touched by women’s condition around the world. I decide to take actions on making a painting, drawing, watercolor… whatever as a commitment to sensitize citizens of the world about this. Not only women, but children too.

Did you know?

60% of women around the world work in the informal economy, earning less, saving less, and at greater risk of falling into poverty

and they earn 23% less than men globally

and they occupy only 24% of parliamentary seats worldwide. Nevertheless men vote on abortion, family planning etc… all subjects referring to women. Why don’t they vote what to do with their own d…? (Oopps…! my bad).

1 in 3 have experiences physical or sexual violence and 200 M of girls-women have suffered genital mutilation. This atrocity must stop!! It doesn’t matter is it’s cultural or not… it’s inhuman!!!!

despite the fact that women made up a majority of front-line workers on pandemic

We need to start working NOW for Gender Equality on 2030…. OMG!! Only in 2030??

Really?? More 9 years ???? Sadly, NO COUNTRY has gender equality…. I’m gonna say it again, NO COUNTRY has gender equality. Don’t simply imply that high standard rich countries like Norway, Denmark, Germany, Netherlands etc, are gender equals.

https://www.un.org/en/observances/womens-day

Texto em Português

Sempre me toca muito a situação da condição feminina no mundo. Decidi agir ao meu modo, desenhando, fazendo arte, desenho, aquarela … seja o que for, como compromisso para sensibilizar cidadãos do mundo sobre esse tema. Não apenas mulheres, mas crianças também.

Você sabia que?

60% das mulheres ao redor do mundo trabalham na economia informal, ganhando menos, poupando menos, correndo risco de terminar a vida em pobreza,

e ganham 23% a menos que os homens globalmente.

e elas ocupam apenas 24% dos assentos parlamentares no mundo. Contudo homens votam em leis sobre aborto, planejamento familiar, etc.. todos temas relacionados à mulher. Por quê eles não votam o que fazer com seu próprio p…. ? (Oopps… erro meu).

1 em 3 sofreram experiências físicas ou violência sexual e 200mil garotas-mulheres sofreram mutilação genital. Essa atrocidade precisa parar! Não importa se é uma questão cultural ou não… é inumano!!!

além do fato de que as mulheresm foram maioria no trabalho ao combate da pandemia.

Precisamos trabalhar AGORA para a Igualdade de Gênero em 2030… Meu Deus!!! Somente em 2030??

Sério?? Mais 9 anos???? Triste, em NENHUMA NAÇÃO existe igualdade de gênero…. Repito em NENHUMA NAÇÃO existe igualdade de gênero. Não pense que em países com alto padrão de riqueza como Noruega, Dinamarca, Alemanha, Países Baixos etc, existe igualdade de gênero.

https://www.un.org/en/observances/womens-day

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2021 Susana Rapallo

Hard not to hate men

SRapallo, Untitled, oil on Canson paper 290gm, 33cm x 41 cm, 2021.

This is not a recent thought for me, but it got really aggravated after the episode in Afghanistan. My question is

why do men hate women so, so much?


Have you ever thought about this? Really… they hate women, they use and abuse women, they rape them, they think they possess them, they commit constant violence against them, they always want to control them, even their thoughts. Men vote laws about abortion, about if they can study, wear this or that, wear a burqa or not. They earn more than women, the household duties are not equally divided, they normally put their career before anything else and you have to deal with the children … Again, the list is long. The list is long, too long for my taste, you know!

Not every man is like this, but if you give them enough power and a gun in their hands… DONE! You will soon discover what kind of man he really is. Sometimes they look like a bunch of primates trying to win an argument just by screaming louder. We can easily see their performance in movies, the guy who just lost control and use his testosterone power to be violent and input a law – his law, under his roof, most of the time.

Religious extremists in command. The most dangerous type, they are ruling again in Afghanistan, but not only there, other countries too. They decide everything in this world and in the next one too because they control both. They control life, death, your soul, your destiny (Your only destiny is to serve them), what you dress, if you can use makeup or not, if you can study or not, get out or not, watch tv? nope, Music? nope. Friends? of course not. Money??? Forget about it.. are you crazy?? Who do you think you are? Or better, what do you think you are? You are just a slave, forget anything else!!

Thinking about what is happening now in that middle eastern part of our world, I depicted women like they are nothing but stones, no feelings, no pain, no gain, no nothing but fear… they are not invisible, they just are hard as rocks. The women’s path in life is far worse than men’s path, we all know that. But those poor women in Afghanistan now are in big, big trouble. That is so sad. I feel sad for them, I’m an empathic human being.

Let’s see some other types in a closer look.

The Brutally violent. The worst kind of primate-man. The rapists, the abusers, the domestic violence, the policemen, the pedophiles, the psychopaths that infest our society. The live in a dark web of the world. Sick people, nothing to contribute to our life, just want to destroy it, because they are just losers.

The Narcissists. They are a degenerated type of primate-man. They manipulate, they play this sick mind game to make you feel guilty even if you are the victim, and you are the victim, don’t be deluded. They use constant criticism to gaslight you. They feed on you, they suck-up your energy little by little. There’s no cure for them!! Just RUN and use the “no contact rule” no matter what. Pack your things and get out, no regrets leaving behind a type like this.

The Incompetents at work. We see some types like that at work constantly. They normally have the audacity to explain your work to you. He’s normally less good at this job, but they have the ability to pretend to be the boss, even if they don’t understand shit what you are talking about. They are just idiots, but they can do damage to you if they need. If YOU do a good job it’s because of him (Of course) but if you don’t do it right, you are the only one to blame. Classical!!! Those incompetents think they are awesome, they take advantage of you, they quickly create a more informal tone when addressing to you, like calling you “darling”, “sweetheart”… etc, and by doing this they just want to diminish your professional qualities and just put you in a condition of a small child or a pet. I absolutely hate when someone calls me “my darling “.

Stupid ignorant assholes! There are many more running free out there! We can observe this type of primate-man everywhere, at the gas station, at traffic lights, at the bank, in supermarkets… they just have this illusion that their time is more precious than yours, they have a million excuses to just pass you on a paying line just because he thinks he is the best.

I’m getting old, tired of the same shit I think. There were, no, there ARE some great men in my life, great role models of character, honor, love, compassion, understanding, friendship and caring men. That’s a blessing I’m sure. I was never beaten or raped by men, but I was sometimes used and abused in various situations. Some little disregard, now and then?

Our lives changed so much because of the pandemic. Why can’t we be more compassionate as human beings after all this virus destroying families, works, economies, countries? Can’t men be better than this?

Can you?

Echo and Narcissus, oil on canvas, 70x60cm, 2020

Echo and Narcissus…

A modern approach

August, 30th 2020

SRapallo, Echo and Narcissus, oil on canvas, 70x60cm, 2020
SRapallo, Echo and Narcissus, oil on canvas, 70×60 cm, 2020

In the classical tale, Echo and Narcissus, a story from Ovid’s book of poetry, is about a beautiful boy named Narcissus and Echo, the mountain nymph who fell in love with him.

Zeus had given Echo the task of entertaining his wife Hera with stories, in order that he might have time to slip away and mess around with other women. Hera noticed something was up (she was known for her jealous and vengeful nature), and mistaking Echo as the object of Zeus’s uncouth affections, she cast a spell on the unfortunate nymph – Echo would only be able to repeat the last words addressed to her and never speak her own again. Imagine a women who can’t talk her thoughts!!

Ok, Narcissus, a beautiful human youth, was hunting with his companions in some woods. Echo had been wandering those same woods. The moment she saw Narcissus traipsing through the forest, she fell in love with him and his breathtaking beauty. But because of Hera’s curse, she was unable to tell him, so she followed the boy and waited for him to speak. Eventually, Narcissus began to call for his companions. Echo eagerly stepped out of the trees and repeated the words. A confusing and repetitive conversation ensued, ending with Narcissus telling Echo they should make love. Ever opportunistic, Echo repeated his words and leapt towards Narcissus. However, at that moment, Narcissus decided he’d rather die before letting a wood nymph have him, and pushed her away. Echo, heartbroken, ran away and hid in a cave, not eating or sleeping, just pining for Narcissus. After some time, Echo began to grow skinny from starvation until her body withered away entirely into dust, leaving nothing but her voice.

Later, the goddess of revenge, Nemesis punished Narcissus for not accepting the unrequited love of Echo. Nemesis caused him to fall in love with his own reflection he saw in a pool near the cave where Echo had died. Narcissus refused to leave the reflection of himself and, like Echo, starvation was going to claim him. But not before he cried out to his reflection: “Farewell, dear boy. Beloved in vain.”. Echo’s voice repeated the lament from the cave and Narcissus died by the bank of the pool.

To this day Echo’s voice still calls back from caves and labyrinths, repeating the last spoken words forever,

but… TKG there’s always a but. In a modern version, more liquid, Echo doesn’t die of starvation in a cave, no, no. She, as an independent women, saw a apple that looks like a new opportunity in her life and leaving Narcissus behind in love with himself in a mud, Echo tooks the delicious red apple and got away from this motherfucker narcissist, because she knows that is no “cure” for him.

Tale source: https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_and_Narcissus

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(texto em português)

Na versão clássica trata-se de conto extraído do livro de poesias de Ovid, sobre um lindo jovem chamado Narcisus e Eco, uma ninfa que se apaixonou por ele.


Zeus havia dado a Eco a tarefa de entreter sua esposa Hera com histórias, para que ele pudesse dar suas escapadas com outras mulheres. Hera, que era muito ciumenta e vingativa, percebeu a jogada mas pensou que o alvo das atenções de seu marido era a própria Eco e jogou um feitiço sobre ela, no qual ela nunca mais falaria sua própria opinião novamente. Imagine uma mulher que não pode dizer o que pensa!! Ela foi condenada a somente repetir as últimas palavras que outros diziam.

Ok, Narcisus, um lindo jovem, estava caçando com seus companheiros na floresta. Eco estava passeando pela mesma floresta e quando viu Narcisus, se apaixonou perdidamente por ele. Mas, devido ao feitiço de Hera, Eco não conseguia se comunicar com Narcisus por iniciativa própria. Ela ficou seguindo Narcisus e quando ele chamou por seus companheiros, Eco ficou repetindo as últimas palavras dele. Nessa confusão de comunicação, Narcisus chegou a dizer que queria fazer amor com Eco. Se aproveitando da oportunidade, Eco partiu prá cima, mas nesse momento Narcisus declara que nunca faria amor com uma ninfa qualquer e a manda embora. Eco, com o coração partido, foge e se enconde numa caverna onde morre de fome e seu corpo se transforma em poeira e ela desaparece, permanecendo apenas sua voz.

Mais tarde, a deusa da vingança, Nemesis, puni Narcisus por não ter aceitado o amor de Eco e o condena a se apaixonar pelo seu próprio reflexo, numa lagoa perto da caverna onde estava Eco. Narcisus, se recusando a abandonar seu próprio amor, também morre de inanição, não antes de proferir um “Adeus a si mesmo, que Amou em Vão”. A voz de Eco repete esse lamento da caverna e Nascisus morre às margens da lagoa, num lamaçal.

Até hoje a voz de Eco ainda pode ser ouvida em cavernas e labirintos, repetindo sempre as últimas palavras,

mas… Graças à Deus, tem sempre um “mas”. Na versão mais moderna, mais líquida, Eco não morre numa caverna, não, não. Ela, como mulher independente que é, vê uma maça que parece ser uma nova oportunidade em sua vida, deixando Narcisus para trás, apaixonado por si mesmo, num lamaçal. Eco pega a deliciosa maça e vai embora, bem longe desse narcisista desgraçado, porque ela sabe que não existe “cura” para ele.

fonte: https://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_and_Narcissus

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SRapallo, watercolor, Madrid, 2018

Sorolla, el pintor de la luz

One of my favorite´s  place to sketch  in Madrid. The Spanish painter, Joaquín Sorolla was born on February 27, 1863 in Valencia, Spain. The artist’s house and was converted into a museum after the death of his widow. It is situated at Paseo del General Martínez Campos, 37 -Chamberí – Madrid.

Sorolla’s work is represented in museums throughout Spain, Europe, America, and in many private collections in Europe and America. In 1909 he made a successful debut in the United States in a solo exhibition at the Hispanic Society in New York City. The resulting critical acclaim won him a commission to paint President William Howard Taft in 1909. In 1933, J. Paul Getty purchased ten Impressionist beach scenes made by Sorolla, several of which are now housed in the J. Paul Getty Museum.

In 1960, Sorolla, el pintor de la luz, the master of depicting sun and water, a short documentary written and directed by Manuel Domínguez was presented at the Cannes Film Festival.

In 2007 many of his works were exhibited at the Petit Palais in Paris. In 2009, there was a special exhibition of his works at the Prado in Madrid, and in 2010, the exhibition visited the Oscar Niemeyer Museum in Curitiba, Brazil.

From 5 December 2011 to 10 March 2012, several of Sorolla’s works were exhibited in Queen Sofía Spanish Institute, in New York. This exhibition included pieces used during Sorolla’s eight-year research for The Vision of Spain. His style was a variant of Impressionism and whose best works, painted in the open air, vividly portray the sunny seacoast of Valencia. Sorolla was from a poor family and was orphaned at age two. He displayed an early talent and was admitted to the Academy of San Carlos in Valencia at age 15. After further studies in Rome and Paris, he returned to Valencia.

Upon his return to Spain, he purchased a beach house in Valencia, on the Mediterranean shore. For the rest of his career, he drew his inspiration from the dazzling light on the waters by his home, and his beach scenes are marked by sharp contrasts of light and shade, brilliant colours, and vigorous brushstrokes. That´s why he is called the ¨painter of the light¨ (el pintor de la luz).

The Museo Sorolla – The building was originally the artist’s house and was converted into a museum after the death of his widow. Designed by Enrique María Repullés. The principal rooms continue to be furnished as they were during the artist’s life, including Sorolla’s large, well-lit studio, where the walls are filled with his canvasses. Other rooms are used as galleries to display Sorolla’s paintings, while the upstairs rooms are a gallery for special exhibitions. In 2014, these rooms held an exhibition of David Palacin photographs of the ballet Sorolla produced by the Spanish National Dance Company.

It´s nice to see the actual place where he lived and produced so many of his artworks. There is also a nice entrance garden with a fountain where you can just seat there and make some sketches while admire the flowers and statues.

Don´t forget to visit this small museum if you have a chance on your next trip to Madrid. You won´t regret it!!

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