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R$3.500R$2.940Manabu Mabe - Sussumu - Engraving 50 x 70
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R$3.250R$2.730Manabu Mabe – Implantação (1992) – Gravura 70×70
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R$3.000R$2.520Manabu Mabe – Viver no Solo (1997) – Gravura 70×50
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R$4.000R$3.360Manabu Mabe – Poema da Lua – A (1979) – Gravura 65×50
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R$3.500R$2.940Manabu Mabe – Paraíso (1991) – Gravura 70×70
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Mare di Veneto
The conquerors of the Veneto archipelago erect palaces facing the sea. Between deep blue and playful seagulls, the Venice Sea, which for many is a mere highway, creates in the author's mind the atmosphere conducive to the launch of world explorers out.
The conquerors of the Veneto archipelago build palaces facing the sea. Between the deep blue and the playful seagulls, the sea of Venice, which for many is a mere highway, creates in the author's mind the atmosphere conducive to launching explorers from around the world.R$8.716 – R$13.516 -
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R$4.200R$3.528Manabu Mabe – Fluxo de Estrelas – C (1979) – Gravura 65×50
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The Comet and The Nebula
Supposedly, but only in the artist’s fertile mind, a comet passed within inches of Japan. Would not it have been a North Korean missile in a war game? With his head in the clouds and his feet on the island that looks like a comet in space the author has no alternative but to surrender to the colors he sees on his mental screen. Supostamente, mas somente na mente fértil do artista, um cometa passou a centímetros do Japão. Não teria sido um míssil norte-coreano em brincadeira de guerra?
Com a cabeça nas nuvens e os pés na ilha que parece um cometa no espaço o autor não tem alternativa a não ser render-se às cores que enxerga em sua tela mental.R$8.716 – R$12.516 -
R$3.150R$2.646Manabu Mabe – Água (1997) – Gravura assinada 75×70
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Evandro C Jardim - Summer (1979)
Metalgravura de Evandro Carlos Jardim (1979), “Verão”, 50 x 70 cm. Obra em preto e branco, em excelente estado, com moldura artesanal.
R$5.500Evandro C Jardim - Summer (1979)
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Supposedly, but only in the artist’s fertile mind, a comet passed within inches of Japan. Would not it have been a North Korean missile in a war game? With his head in the clouds and his feet on the island that looks like a comet in space the author has no alternative but to surrender to the colors he sees on his mental screen. 
Com a cabeça nas nuvens e os pés na ilha que parece um cometa no espaço o autor não tem alternativa a não ser render-se às cores que enxerga em sua tela mental.
