Marlena
Baltarian
Vassallo




"Shipwreck"




Comment
by
Roberto
Vassallo.






This
painting,
for
who
know
Marlena
as
I
know,
It
have
a
great
meaning
that
goes
beyond
a

simply
reduction
as
“paint”.


A
deep
faith,
a
religion
so
deep‐rooted
belief
in
spontaneous
and
love
for
what
is
beautiful,
an

stong
dogma
that
makes
God
a
fixed
point,
a
lifeline
and
a
light
of
protection
against
adversity.


All
this
things
can
be
found
in
"shipwreck",
where
the
certainties
of
life
and
that
is
those

beliefs
that
we
have
built
for
personal
well‐being
(big
ship)
is
sunk
by
the
ongoing
hardships

of
life
(the
storm),
the
human
being
fend
for
themselves
is
not
better
than
the
shelter
in
this

unreal
that
the
everyday
goods
we
were
given
as
a
panacea
for
all
ills
(the
boats),
and
so
clung

in
panic,
the
individual
is
at
the
mercy
of
the
elements
(
waves),
which
soon
will
be
right
for

him.
There
is
a
light
(the
moon
in
this
case)
who
peeps
through
the
clouds
threatening
and

tracing
a
trail
of
light
on
the
stormy
sea,
this
light
is
God
who
reminds
us
that
there
is
always
a

glow
that
illuminates
even
behind
the
clouds
which
reminds
us
that
there
will
be
a
sunny
day

after
so
many
rainy
days
that
will
again
take
possession
of
heaven,
and
that
there
may
still
be

love
on
planet
earth.
The
night
will
not
be
so
dark
and
cold
because
the
sun
will
rise
again
the

following
day.
This
painting
is
an
exhortation
to
never
surrender
even
under
the
most
tragic,

is
an
incentive
for
people
to
believe
and
have
faith
to
trust
in
God
This
painting
is
a
prayer,

repeated
endlessly
like
a
rosary,
a
ray
of
light
force
marks
a
path
through
the
waves
of

despair.
The
only
foothold
among
the
fragile
timber
of
an
illusory
prosperity
is
faith,
the

castaways
are
not
aware
of,
waiting
for
the
perfect
wave
helpless
put
an
end
to
their
lives.



I
like
to
attach
to
this
painted
a
poem
that
sums
up
what
I
said
earlier.







The
Flying
Dutchman.




Crew
of
outcasts,
sick
of
nostalgia
that
howl
at
the
leaden
sky
all
their
misfortunes,
slipping
on

vomit
stumps
of
their
memories,
skeletons
of
men
once
proud
of
their
enthusiasm
and
that

now
lie
helpless
just
waiting
for
that
lightning
to
incenerisca
so
lonely
to
disappear
without
a

trace.



Hordes
of
blacks
birds
circling
waiting
for
the
moment
to
fall
on
those
carcasses
powerless
to

quench
their
inexorable
languor
and
all
this
while
the
phantom
ship
plows
the
thousands
of

silent
seas
of
despair.


Exodus,
Shoah,
apocalypse,
are
the
winds
that
whip
relentlessly
blooded
crumpled
sails
of
this

miserable
ship,
while
the
waves
break
with
gnashing
of
thunder
in
holes
that
are
open
rotten

planking.
These
cracks
are
similar
to
those
sweet
female
nature
and
as
unripe
fruits
and
ripe

banished
once
our
luxurious
tables.


In
the
name
of
this
memory
of
that
taste
sour
and
acrid
and
penetrating
odor,
the
mournful

captain
without
teeth
firmly
anchored
to
its
rudder,
incitement
to
keep
the
route,
but
his

silent
screams
soundlessly
surges
swept
the
chill
wind
loneliness
that
blows
without

stopping.


Sailors
with
no
heart,
give
themselves
to
pull
the
ropes
and
tie
it
firmly
to
the
neck
in
order
to

finally
put
an
end
to
their
suffering,
but
there
is
no
end
to
the
suffering
of
the
damned,
there's

no
end
to
the
torment
of
loneliness.


Jesus
died
alone,
hoisted
on
the
mast
so
that
everyone
could
see
it,
but
a
cloud
darkened
the

sky
and
the
eyes
of
humanity
then
the
mist
fell.



I
am
a
sailor
sick,
the
saltiness
of
the
distance
has
now
corrupted
my
bones,
my
flesh
is
finite

in
the
mouths
of
fish
that
ungrateful
he
asks.


Deceived
by
the
glare
of
a
sun
wrong,
I'm
blind
and
my
blindness
is
called
pride,
but
still
timid

with
fear
Arranco
wounding
corns,
sticking
three
feet,
the
incoherent
beams
of
a
ship
in
ruins.



There
was
a
star,
once
so
far,
which
shines
only
for
me
to
divine
light,
I
fell
in
love,
young
and

naive
I
wanted
to
go
up
to
the
sky
to
catch
it,
I
challenged
the
good
and
evil,
with
my
scale

made
of
glass
and
When
I
reached
the
star
bright,
I
could
only
touch
her
and
that
I
was

enough
and
I
was
happy,
after
finishing
that
I
fell
too
disastrously
over
the
phantom
ship.


I
am
one
of
many
sailors
with
no
face
and
no
name
that
most
still
believe
that
in
a
moonless

night,
a
star
peeped
out
from
among
the
rain
clouds
and
holding
out
a
hand
to
tell
me
once

again
"I
love
you.