Antica Vendemmia
space into a huge vat , the strong male calves of pressers . And ' the focus of the last " blood " of Lydia Cross (photo
the title , along with his other work, ed), on display from tomorrow , Tuesday, September 7 , in the Court and in the
Old Salt Peschici " Palazzo della Torre " ( Via Colombo , 29) with other works of the painter - sculptor now
peschiciana adoption and Sienese residence .
Representation of one of the hundreds, thousands of scenes belonging to the peasant now lost in
memory of a few elderly , the canvas does not just play it , although didactically , but travels to the course
there, as in the best style and in the best traditions of the artist : research, that is, of pathos in all that
captivates , fascinates , the captivates, intrigues , stimulating his emotion and sensitivity that has redundant .
Each of the characters portrayed - and there are many naked bodies thesis production of the nectar of the gods and ready to
liberate the conscience by the trappings of everyday life - a manifest their vitality reactive event. From the faces of
transpire each concentration , fatigue, " trance " , almost diabolical desire to savor the succulent berries ,
incessant desire to persevere in the pursuit of that " joie de vivre " that even a simple as
pragmatic squeezing hides in its folds deeper . Here is the pathos , pain and emotion together,
never separate , one preparatory and complementary to the other two forces that permeate and regulate the soul of the
pressers , in particular its area irrational.
Curiously, in this work the spiral pathos ( " emotional strength " congenial to the Cross ) - chosen theme ( the
crushing of grapes ) does not last forever, but has an end . The " emotional strength " - that emanates aggressive
and from the representation bully - was in fact closely connected by the ancient Greeks to the mystery rites and then
to the realities resulting from Dionysus, that the Romans becomes Bacchus, god of wine and of the harvest ... And the circle is
closed , the spiral unfolds slowly and rejoins its extremes .
Alongside all this, in the bottom left, a little boy ready to call up the voice, Pascoli
memory , hidden deep within each of us, young child entrusted with the legacy of a culture and the
witness of tradition. Even if the technological times shall burn them on the altar of the machines and
engineering at the service of man. Still, it remains clear as steel track in the imagination
collective that never dies .
Piero Giannini
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