The Birds Are Us: The Art of Flying When the Ground Shakes
Discover the art of Jeane Satie: mixed media works featuring real feathers that celebrate wabi-sabi, reconstruction, and the strength of flight amidst the scars of Beirut.
Discover the art of Jeane Satie: mixed media works featuring real feathers that celebrate wabi-sabi, reconstruction, and the strength of flight amidst the scars of Beirut.
Wittgenstein said the limits of my language are the limits of my world. But what happens when you live in the in-between — Portuguese, Arabic, French — and still there are moments when all the dictionaries in the world leave a deficit of silence? I call this space the sensory vacuum. It is not absence. It is excess. And it is where my art begins.”
There are days when unlocking the gallery door feels like an act of pure stubbornness. Not the romantic stubbornness of movies. The tired, almost bureaucratic kind: turning the key, switching on the lights, straightening frames on the wall while your phone buzzes with news that whispers: “Today is not the day for this.” Running a…
Rotas Antigas: O Estreito de Bering
Não foi uma ponte — foi um corredor de vento.
Este é o relato de uma mulher nipo-brasileira que carrega, no corpo e na voz, as travessias das avós: japonesas que construíram impérios em malas e panelas de arroz, samurais que viraram monges, símbolos que pareciam trigo mas eram flechas — e um nome que cruzou o Pacífico para não morrer.
Entre São Paulo, o Jardim da avó, o Líbano e a Moscou de Aisha, surge uma pergunta ancestral:
Quando a gente viaja sem sair do lugar… quem é que está se movendo?
“Um domingo em Beirute: entre fogueiras, livros antigos e o som de bombardeios. Um relato de Jeane Satie sobre encontrar beleza e continuar vivendo mesmo quando o chão treme.”
Adma, Líbano – Onde o céu desenha fronteiras invisíveis 🌍 English • At the Rain’s Edge: When Life Is Just a Matter of Two Steps By Jeane Satie | November 21, 2025Adma, Lebanon — where the sky draws invisible borders Today, in Adma — a town north of the Middle of the World — the…
🌍 English • Surfing Life While Being Analog: Art, Technology, and Creative Resistance I am an artist.My hands know the smell of acrylic paint, the touch of feathers and other treasures found in Beirut, the weight of a traditional brush, the sounds that surround my studio.I am 57 years old — yes, I am analog…
ByJeane SatieNovember 5, 2025 Aisha, your name doesn’t mean “Alive” by accident.And you didn’t wrench the scissors from Dr. João’s hand by chance. I write this letter from Beirut, while you walk your path in medicine, far away.And I realize: each in our own way, we are learning to practice the same art —the art…
Sobre divas que transcendem, wabi-sabi que teima em sobreviver, e a beleza da dor que a civilização esqueceu Fairouz-Avatar: The Oracle We Didn’t Realize On divas who transcend, wabi-sabi that insists on surviving, and the beauty of pain civilization forgot Fairouz isn’t just a diva — she’s an oracle. The languor in her gaze doesn’t…