15 June 2016
The pupil is the absolute black of Giovanni Prosperi
Maurizio Sacchini knows that the pupil is absolute black. Sometimes for not suffering it transforms it into forms that do not see anything. Sacchini has a very healthy doubt about iris matters: which color I can see the light? The answer goes crazy. His watercolors are his left eye in the beating of the eyelid after the sun has blinded for a moment: Natural Polaroid in the complete absence of nature. The right eye is always open, controls the descent of the atom Epicurean deviation, sometimes one, sometimes three, to make matters worse, everything revolves around a triangle from the top down in the metaphysical cave supported by physical cave which owes his sustaining the base curve, closing the circle rotates perfect stillness of the image to bring out from the eyes to other forms a logical iris tribute. Conversely the Sacchini pupil iris blinds in his self-portrait (SOLITUDE IN THE MIRROR). Sacchini waits, looks upwards and it is not shyness, but beware: who looks at matters little, counting those who expect to look.
Maurizio Sacchini knows that the pupil is absolute black. Sometimes for not suffering it transforms it into forms that do not see anything. Sacchini has a very healthy doubt about iris matters: which color I can see the light? The answer goes crazy. His watercolors are his left eye in the beating of the eyelid after the sun has blinded for a moment: Natural Polaroid in the complete absence of nature. The right eye is always open, controls the descent of the atom Epicurean deviation, sometimes one, sometimes three, to make matters worse, everything revolves around a triangle from the top down in the metaphysical cave supported by physical cave which owes his sustaining the base curve, closing the circle rotates perfect stillness of the image to bring out from the eyes to other forms a logical iris tribute. Conversely the Sacchini pupil iris blinds in his self-portrait (SOLITUDE IN THE MIRROR). Sacchini waits, looks upwards and it is not shyness, but beware: who looks at matters little, counting those who expect to look.
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