by Giuseppe Nicotra
English:
"Wrap the canvas in matter, almost tightening it, to keep it in a silent but constant embrace, where it is the arm closest to the heart that creates a bond, a thin but resistant thread, between the rapid gesture of the brushstroke and the thought, the memory. A subdued, but long-awaited bond that takes shape in the material. This is how water takes shape. The light creates thickness and the memory becomes crust, the reminiscence of something that was, which emerges to consciousness and becomes a "cloud hunter" in a timeless space where everything is there... It has always been there, covered by a layer of bark that smells of the woods, of the mountains, which has in its layer the saltiness of the stormy sea, the melancholy of a sunset, but where behind the first and ephemeral sense of restlessness, the warmth of a house opens ... sometimes distant, sometimes desired, sometimes escaped. Colour becomes voices to be listened to, and not only those of "Icarus", voices that are embedded in the face of a much-thought-out woman or in the nostalgic shadow of a man who just wants to be understood, voices that have the vital need to be intertwined with each other "being".It is the volcano looked at night, it is the lava flow that furrows the ground with a disturbing noise, it's the immense sea in which to be reflected, it is Christ to be sought, it's a secret garden to be discovered, it's the moon when you have the night inside, it's the burning heat of the Catania plain in summer, the horizon where the sun dies to be reborn. It is the dark abyss of the sea from which to emerge to breathe and understand that "everything is a gift of the universe!"
Art criticism by Marina N.