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Michela Maria Punzi

Born in 1965 in Meldola (FOR), Maria Punzi Michael lives and works in Ancona.
She graduated from the course of painting at the Accademia di Belle Arti di Macerata, with marks 110/110, after earning his diploma in Applied Arts in the painted decoration.
has obtained certification of specialization in Advertising Arts at the Art Institute of Urbino. Reported
Arts Prize in Milan in 1994, is awarded a silver plate for the table pictorial''Such is the hour in which nothing can happen,''1992, tempera and oil on canvas 80X80 cm.
In 1999 he won the National Competition Artwork banned from the Regional Superintendency of Public Works for the Marches, with the paintings''''Reverb, 1995, mixed media on canvas, 80 × 80 cm.
His major exhibitions were:
1997 - Painting the feminine - Ancona
1997 - Damart - Fermoy - (PU)
1995 - The Collective of Painting and Ceramic Art - Sirolo - (AN)
1995-1 Biennial International Malta - Valletta -
1993 - Paths Art - Macerata -
1989 - Review of Art - Civitanova Marche (MC) -
1989 - An idea in the Old City - Ancona - 1988
Review of Oil Painting Sculpture Graphics Review - Sassoferrato (AN) - We also
his experiences in graphic design for the Fifth District of the City of Ancona (1994) - Poster for the exhibition Academy of Fine Arts in Macerata (1989) - Graphic symbols for the Agency of DMP Senigallia (1988) - Posters for the Cultural Center Miguel Manara Ancona (1987/88). As she wrote
Professor Letizia Leonardi.
e-mail michelapunzi@virgilio.it
pane, the image inspired by the lyric poet Fulvia Marconi, regional president of the Cultural Universum-Marche
THE SONG AND THE SNOW
L 'autumn of life goes heats,
vanishing into the mists of memory,
that sun is warm now veiled
who takes away the bloom of violet light.
E 'great anxiety passions of singing, breathing
even the smell of love,
illusion of time researching
looks secrets without remorse.
A sparrow that sings over the wire
already covered by the blanket of white,
felt around the ice, but ... he sings with
to reawaken to a low sun.
It 'so cold in my bones, feathers
no longer enough to warm it up, but
always singing and even a little slower, wanting
modular so sweetly.
I spend inclement days,
to plunder the bend of your heart,
only make you an old man,
that both know that most should not dare.
But now that the snow has covered
the footsteps of a life already passed,
the bird relies on the hope
lying supine and with the open beak;
perhaps in his eyes the almond bloom,
perhaps rethink the summer time;
no longer hear the trill the sun light,
sings love is now in its snow.
Fulvia Marconi