Artist Cristiana Dell’Aira
Cristiana Dell’Aira
Instagram @Telamadre_ www.telamadre.blogspot.com
I’ve come to realize that, almost instinctively, the protagonists of my paintings are women and children—figures who embody purity, strength, vulnerability, and truth. The women I paint are many things at once: they are fragile and powerful, passionate and free, independent yet deeply nurturing. They are not idealized; they are portraits of raw humanity, shaped by the experiences of the body, of motherhood, of desire, pain, and rebirth. Some of my works feature female nudes, but there is no intention of suggesting refined eroticism, as has recently been claimed. Where others see seduction, I see freedom. Where some perceive provocation, I intended honesty. That kind of reading—one that reduces the female body to an object of desire—comes from a conditioned gaze, too often a male one, accustomed to viewing nudity as exposure rather than expression. In my nudes, there is no pretense—only a return to essence. The body I paint is nude not to be looked at, but to be felt. Without veils, without filters, in complete communion with nature and with itself. Nudity, for me, is a primal language, a form of radical sincerity, a declaration of existence before any imposed role. Through my work, I aim to restore a sacred and truthful space to the female figure: one of complexity. There is no single way to be a woman. No single way to be a mother, a lover, a daughter, a rebel, or a guardian. There is only the endless richness of human experience, which I try to convey on canvas with respect and intensity.
Instagram @Telamadre_ www.telamadre.blogspot.com
I’ve come to realize that, almost instinctively, the protagonists of my paintings are women and children—figures who embody purity, strength, vulnerability, and truth. The women I paint are many things at once: they are fragile and powerful, passionate and free, independent yet deeply nurturing. They are not idealized; they are portraits of raw humanity, shaped by the experiences of the body, of motherhood, of desire, pain, and rebirth. Some of my works feature female nudes, but there is no intention of suggesting refined eroticism, as has recently been claimed. Where others see seduction, I see freedom. Where some perceive provocation, I intended honesty. That kind of reading—one that reduces the female body to an object of desire—comes from a conditioned gaze, too often a male one, accustomed to viewing nudity as exposure rather than expression. In my nudes, there is no pretense—only a return to essence. The body I paint is nude not to be looked at, but to be felt. Without veils, without filters, in complete communion with nature and with itself. Nudity, for me, is a primal language, a form of radical sincerity, a declaration of existence before any imposed role. Through my work, I aim to restore a sacred and truthful space to the female figure: one of complexity. There is no single way to be a woman. No single way to be a mother, a lover, a daughter, a rebel, or a guardian. There is only the endless richness of human experience, which I try to convey on canvas with respect and intensity.
