Among glittering shops, sleepy streetlights, distorted music, and wine-soaked tables, the wayfarer remains enraptured by your net and time is lost under the shadow of the clock.
DANCE WITH ME
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An energy made of lights and colors floods the great Pretoria fountain, breaking the still elegance of the statues, urging them to let themselves go to the rhapsody of dance.
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Majestic and unchanging, set among a thousand golden leaves, guardian of a city that has transformed over the centuries.
STREET OF ART
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A city that is art in every corner: a museum without entrance or walls. The mind flies, the eye catches the glimpse of a street, the hand paints the picture of that picture.
SUGGESTION TO THE “QUATTRO CANTI”
OIL ON CANVAS – 120X160
In the enveloping magnificence of the “Quattro Canti”, the gaze blurs and loses itself in a myriad of details, leaping from corner to corner in search of a beginning, an end: fragments of beauty from the past and the present, merging into a single vision.
TRIP TO CASTELBUONO
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A place that is the scent of grass in the underbrush, of chestnuts on the embers, that is the sound of dry leaves under footsteps, that is the sweetness of “manna” * melting in your mouth. The place is dematerialized and becomes a memory that invites you to return. * Sugary edible substance that gushes from wounds in the trunk of the ash tree. According to the Bible, is the substance that God administered to the Israelites during their wanderings in the desert.
MARKET ECHOES BETWEEN DOMES AND ROOFS
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Scratches of color depicting the energy of a lively, chaotic, bustling, boisterous marketplace. Above, among roofs and domes, among music and sounds of other times, even the buildings seem to dance. All this is “Ballarò”.
SONGS OF RAIN
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Drops of light fall on street lamps covered by low clouds. From the square, I witness the scenes of a real-life theater.
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Among the buildings joined by the interweaving of a thousand wires, people stroll in the shade of the cloths laid out, dancing in the wind, light and colorful, as if telling the stories of lives that flow between the market walls.
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Among the alleys of “Ballarò”, lines that intertwine, colors that blend, volumes that deform: it is a dreamlike world, where reality and illusion blur. The canvas becomes a universe without boundaries, where anything can happen.
COVE OF ST. ELIA
OIL ON CANVAS – 50X70
There is a hidden place, a tongue of emerald green sea among the houses of an ancient village where the waves, the flowers, the clouds, the flight of seagulls and every single breath, sharply marks the passing of time. And every moment remains embroidered in the mind.
CALA IN THE NIGHT
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A walk on the deserted pier, the sound of the sea caressing the sleepy boats, the slow dance of the white trees, moonlight reflections scattered on the water, and I stop and aim. It’s Cala at night.
BALLARÒ, A DAY AT THE MARKET
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Scents of spices, fresh fish and freshly baked bread mingle in the heat of the day. As in a play, unique and varied characters enact market life, in which the beauty of everyday is shown as the ingredients of a poem.
FALCONE AND THE BOYS OF THE FOURTH SAVONA FIFTEEN
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May 23, 1992, it is Saturday, just like any other. At 5:58 PM, a bomb explodes. The highway is torn apart, among the shreds of stones and metal, there are the bodies of heroes of this time. The horror of that day flows like blood in the violently thrown colors.
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It is in the spark of a movement, that the potential of artistic expression ignites: the body vanishes, blends with the scene and the melody, and everything transforms into pure energy that passes through the audience and echoes within the walls of the theater.
THE PUPPET OPERA
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You won’t find switches on their armor, no electricity flows in their wires, but all you have to do is touch them and they will know how to come alive to tell a story, made of swords and honor, epic battles and rides between distant lands.
THE DANCER OF THE QUATTRO CANTI
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No front door, no fancy armchairs or lavish curtains, resounds the spontaneous applause of an improvised audience among the faces of the Quattro Canti, which lend themselves as a stage for the art that has no home.