Gena Eve Viggiani
35 years old
Born and raised in New York City
Relocated to Geneva, NY in 2004
Artist/Poet/Photographer – AKA: “The Heartbreak Kid”
My art and writing of course are very personal. When you look at my work, you are seeing me spread on the canvas or scribbled across the page.
Blunt,Raw,Exposed…
I am constantly struggling with love and loss; Creating art and writing poetry are the only ways I know to get out of my head, have a chance to learn, and not repeat the same mistakes. There is something very vulnerable about being exposed in these ways, and I hope I can bring an understanding and peace to anyone who views my work.
Education:
No formal education, Self Taught
Previous shows:
The Times Square, NYC
2000 and 2001
The Vagabond Gallery
Canandaigua, NY
May-August 2007
The Palettes of Keuk
Hammondsport,NY August/2007
Artists Row- Rochester, NY 9/2007
Articles:
The Daily Messenger, Canandaigua, NY 5/01/07
“Joy and Heartbreak on Canvas”
The Democrat and Chronicle, Rochester NY, 3/18/07(ARTIST SPOTLIGHT, front page, Living Section)
The Finger Lakes Times, Geneva, NY, 04/05/07
(JUMPSTART section, back page, “Living It”)
My work can be seen at:
THE VAGABOND GALLERY
THE SAATCHI GALLERY, LONDON (website)
Gena Eve Viggiani is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Psychopathic and Juggalo Art and The Word Tree.
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This Moment I wish to remember, The space this memory occupies is small, the feelings attached creating a vibrant spectrum, You erase the creation, in fear of emotion unstoppable, unl…
Lying in the grass, the scent of green fills the air, spinning clouds above, forming shapes of childhood dreams, giggling uncontrollably with you, as the summer day envelops us… …
With his heart full, and his mind open, He seeks truth, in Love, in life, His journey has been long, the road winding, until thier souls cried out, in the darkest of night,…
My soul weeps, for a heart that loves unconditionally, My mind races with wonder, at a world that creates monsters, who cast judgement, to those who live with passion, those who …
The strawberries are rotting, the cream has turned, intensity has died, your voice does not carry on the wind, the sheets are cold, My breath comes easy now, as your distance gro…
she sleeps, next to him, with the knowledge of his lust silently pulling her into his grasp she sighs and gives herself to him… Gena Eve 6/2008, for D.A.B