In 1977 James Taylor was as “parked” on the freeway on his way home, stuck in a traffic jam, thinking about his dinner that was waiting for him at home, getting cold; he was singing almost to repel those gazes in the rear-view mirrors of…
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“Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.” (Kandinsky) When we do something we like, where we put…
“Reality can’t tolerate too much imagination” (John Lennon)” Through the use of different media and the images overlapping Mirella Nania replaces, as we do with words, a concept with another, moving its meaning and making it interchangeable. What we see as surreal is in reality…
Murals and graffiti in hidden corners of Rome; it keeps going my adventure and my wish to photograph and collect even the works less known, but anyway typical of the street art boom. A gift to art as synonymous of change and cultural contamination.
Theater curtains in the wind like curtains and drapes that Piero Sani paints leaving on the background the hills, the sea,the trees and the fields of an intense Tuscany. Home and his sense of belonging fill up the canvas, fire up the heart telling us…
“The foreigner arrived the first days of february, in a freezind day…, He was muffled from top to bottom …, The only visible thing was the shiny edge of his nose.” (from the book “The Invisible Man” by Herbert George Wells) A shape containing other…
“ My soul is like a mysterious orchestra; I don’t know its instruments and how they play and creak inside me: strings or harps, timpani and drums. I know myself lke a symphony”. (Fernando Pessoa) Things, places and persons make part of a painful past…
“Days are all different, every morning brings with it a miracle, its own magic moment, where the old worlds have been wrecked while new stars are rising .”(P.Coelho) Painting, ceramic, illustrations and sculpture; Daria Palotti’s art is a and endless test of styles and techniques…
A glass mason jar, alluminium net, iron wire, cotton lint , acrylic colour A tribute to the sea , to its colours and reflections (piece 1 of 5) Collection “A Lamp for the Sea”
Of which kind of time are we talking if the verb to be is undeclinable? The grammar is mysterious, the written text just sketched, the punctuation is being pared to the bone, some semicolon, short pauses and the end suspended… Images talk without saying, they…