"Il Soffio"
Through this rhetoric of senses, the most concealed aspects of human conscience are unfolded.
The white colour compenetrates through the canvas’ texture, dense and ragged, dry and fluid within its moves; in an alternance of filled and empty spaces, frantic and diverging lines, it is possible to foresee a presence. It is immovable with his material and static nature, the man is raised in his pure spirit. Ascetic fluxes of energy intersect themselves, through a fluid pattern: it is the spirit which slowly expands and explodes, freeing itself in a limitless space.
The human reason, lost within the twists and turns of existence, seems forgiving of the light that it holds inside: the one and only matrix which can create a connection between senses and an emotion which is life itself.
Not visible in its immediacy. The molecules collide in forms of energy. Even more difficult, was able to reveal a pure being. White on white is not easily sensorium; but the reason is lost in the maze of complications, when we forget that to be able to see in the dark, just turn on a small light. An ascetic flow of energy that intersect, acting together for a flowing .... Arrested by a frame. It is not a limit but confirms a presence. A 'fresh thrill rises, it is the spirit that is lost in this art, one and only matrix that can be traced back to the senses of emotion. In an alternation of solids and voids, the picture comes to life; outdoor light, headlights, allow you to make tangible eye, what not, could escape. And easy to get lost, but to find the light infuses Hope, That's life.
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Pone il suo occhio su ciò che la quotidianità può smantellare.
Rispondo ad Antonio Mercadante, perdona il ritardo! Ognuno di noi è bambino; c'è chi cerca di presarvare l'ingenuità e chi la sotterra per farsi chiamare uomo
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