Beatrice Pediconi

  • Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it (after Ralph Waldo Emerson),
  • 2025
  • Acrylic and polaroid emulsion on canvas
  • 51 x 41 x 4 cm
  • Original
  • Available
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Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it (after Ralph Waldo Emerson) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
To live against nature is to live against life (after Friedrich Nietzsche) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Nature at dawn (after Max Ernst) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The grey forest (after Max Ernst) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Flowers are the music of the ground (after Edwin Curran) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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We’re all golden sunflowers inside (after Allen Ginsberg) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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And the wind rocked the pale water lilies; the tall water lilies, among the reeds, shimmered sadly on the calm water (after Paul Verlaine) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The pine appears to listen, the fir to wait (after Friedrich Nietzsche) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The dawn was apple-green, the sky was green wine held up 
in the sun, the moon was a golden petal between (after David Herbert Lawrence) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Where flowers bloom so does hope (after Lady Bird Johnson) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature (after Gerard de Nerval) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower (after Vera Nazaria) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness (after Therese of Lisieux) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Mujeres que compran flores (after Vanessa Montfort) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The poetry of the earth is never dead (after John Keats) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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the power of the butterfly must be the aptitude to fly (after Emily Dickinson) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The trees grow into the sky because they can bear it (after Rainer Maria Rilke) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening (after Hermann Hesse) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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A world of grief and pain, flowers bloom, even then (after Kobayashi Issa) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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The sunflower is mine, in a way (after Vincent Van Gogh) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Il Garofano Rosso (after Elio Vittorini) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads (after Henry David Thoreau) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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Perhaps it was flowers that made me a painter (after Claude Monet) - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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New York Flowers - Beatrice Pediconi Beatrice Pediconi, Dario Lasagni
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