Why Is The Tip Of My Tongue Red?

The glittering future

Oil on canvas. 80x90

I said, and semprre I will, my admiration for the Masters Futurists. Through the interaction between design and color, with their bursts in painting the element of movement, not that it was strange before, but now it becomes aware, of the attachments of an episode, it becomes the goal of all the work. Mature something that has been growing over the centuries since those snakes that wrap Laocconte. even before the long lines of people "written" by the Egyptians, from the spears thrown in rock carvings, from the flight of angels on the funds of the golden altar now no longer the subject, But painting that moves, breathes, fly. This development will produce dramatic works, I will mention only the Rissa in Galleria, where patches of color are shouts, shoves and punches in a modest-sized painting that goes far beyond its frame, fills the world with his power, calls for artists all parties, all the isms that ferment in Europe and in the nascent Soviet Union. Certain expressions that, in their eternal yearning for categorization, love considered minor, like for example the graphics even propaganda, they move their elements, the story takes place in a single framework, the young man discovers the cinema movement. It will be a blasphemy, which they would not be sorry, but the idea can be traced back Futurist experiments filmed by Picabia and Man Ray.

frankly I find it reductive to limit the work of artists such as Boccioni, Balla, Depero and all the others, the movement experienced a period unfortunate, as their influences and similarities on the other figurative artists of the time are obvious, and it seems ungenerous downloaded them on the weight of a demo goddess social and historical villain, greeted with equal enthusiasm by writers, musicians and intellectuals of various kinds, which do not stick labels embarrassing.

In my work I make sure homage to the Futurists, with a technique of color divided trying different dynamics of movement: lightning electric spark, the slow clatter of the locomotive entering sighing at the station, the roll plane smoked. But ironically the title on three-phase electrical machine, advanced in his day, ripe for the museum after a few decades, and no mechanical elegance of steam: the long-lasting beauty, the future is an unstable concept.