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CONCHIGLIO – A mezzanotte un sasso e una conchiglia si incontrano
| category | Painting |
| subject | Nature |
| tags | |
| base | 150 cm |
| height | 200 cm |
| depth | 0 cm |
| year | 2024 |
CONCHIGLIO – At midnight a stone and a shell meet
2024
Oil on forgotten sandpaper
200x150 cm
“CONCHIGLIO – At midnight a stone and a shell meet” tries on the one hand to mentally pursue that romantic thread that mixes with the story, the magical midnight, which separates past and present to throw oneself into a new day, the future; on the other hand, it poses with lucidity and clarity the synthesis of two opposite elements such as the stone and the shell which, when united, become a metaphor for something else, defeating that dualism which places them on two sides, two antagonists who instead here, not only meet, but they blend together.
Pictorially, the objective of researching three different paintings is evident. A painting for the shell and its mother-of-pearl, attractive, princely and luminous, which detaches itself from a second painting, that of the vortices, almost sculptors of the encrustations. Gestures that no longer seem pictorial, but truly natural impervious, beings that cling to the painting itself as something external, like climbing ivy, but which in reality unites the two protagonists.
Finally the stone, rough, a swag of color that is not dry, touches of indelicate material, piled on itself, almost as if it were stucco.
A perennial dialogue, a contamination that occurs not in a calm starry night nor in a white canvas, but in a support that works, eradicates, removes and above all consumes.
In fact, the sandpaper becomes the poetic context on which the two protagonists fight and caress each other. A support that already becomes thought.
A base that transforms and works eternally. Not only because sandpaper mentally brings us back to the work of a worker, but even the noise of this material that removes and works takes us back to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks or the sea reaching the shore and calmly devouring the beach.
And so it is that in a rough and scratchy support like the weather, the elegant and fragile shell joins the solid and rough stone as a metaphor for any love encounter.
What is hindered does not always give up.
Sometimes difficulties are for some the source from which to draw new strength that invigorates and pushes us towards the unexpected.
2024
Oil on forgotten sandpaper
200x150 cm
“CONCHIGLIO – At midnight a stone and a shell meet” tries on the one hand to mentally pursue that romantic thread that mixes with the story, the magical midnight, which separates past and present to throw oneself into a new day, the future; on the other hand, it poses with lucidity and clarity the synthesis of two opposite elements such as the stone and the shell which, when united, become a metaphor for something else, defeating that dualism which places them on two sides, two antagonists who instead here, not only meet, but they blend together.
Pictorially, the objective of researching three different paintings is evident. A painting for the shell and its mother-of-pearl, attractive, princely and luminous, which detaches itself from a second painting, that of the vortices, almost sculptors of the encrustations. Gestures that no longer seem pictorial, but truly natural impervious, beings that cling to the painting itself as something external, like climbing ivy, but which in reality unites the two protagonists.
Finally the stone, rough, a swag of color that is not dry, touches of indelicate material, piled on itself, almost as if it were stucco.
A perennial dialogue, a contamination that occurs not in a calm starry night nor in a white canvas, but in a support that works, eradicates, removes and above all consumes.
In fact, the sandpaper becomes the poetic context on which the two protagonists fight and caress each other. A support that already becomes thought.
A base that transforms and works eternally. Not only because sandpaper mentally brings us back to the work of a worker, but even the noise of this material that removes and works takes us back to the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks or the sea reaching the shore and calmly devouring the beach.
And so it is that in a rough and scratchy support like the weather, the elegant and fragile shell joins the solid and rough stone as a metaphor for any love encounter.
What is hindered does not always give up.
Sometimes difficulties are for some the source from which to draw new strength that invigorates and pushes us towards the unexpected.
