Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Life of the Visual Art


The Art of Painting and Drawing can be seen as a language. One needs to learn to speak and understand it.
On one hand, the writers: They need talent, inspiration, practice, and patience, which is the result of love in this case.
Then, the readers: the more one understands a language (that also takes learning and doing a lot of reading), the more one can appreciate it.
Some people write news articles, or sms-es. These are generally understood by everyone. The visual art equivalent would be street art (Banksy for instance), or a cute scribble/drawing made by someone who picked up the pencil just a minute before and has a simple story to tell. The public who stops at this kind of appreciation misses what visual art has still to offer: the Shakespeares, the Haikus, the (Slam) Poetry.
Art is open to everyone, to produce, to appreciate. But to transmit a feeling, to share a personal view of life, both training, love for the “job” and great patience is necessary. To understand the value of the visual art and grow from it, one needs to understand the language and take the time to observe it. Most of these “virtues” are neither taught nor encouraged by the society.
Basically, I wrote the same thing twice, using different words. This, for instance, is a “writing strategy”. All this and more must be learned from the betters.
Art without a public cannot exist. Artist without art cannot exist. Everyone loses.  

Thursday, April 12, 2012

If You Could See Him through My Eyes

My first colored pencil drawing, © April 2012.
I have tons to learn to develop my black pencil drawings but it seams that few people take the time to learn to appreciate b/w photos or drawings. Im coming from a generation of neo-realismo Italiano. The depth of a b/w image can be swallowing a whole planet...
I won't stop drawing in graphite.
If You Could See Him through My Eyes

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Hold On (March 2012)

I think my eyes are better than my scanner. 
Or at least I can distinguish more values than the scanner does. It kinda sucks, the scanner.


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Bread Loaves (details)



The Bread Loaves


The Image of a Face, a Flower, a Body (pinup or not) can be beautiful. I went yesterday to the Amsterdam Hermitage and saw beautiful paintings by van Dyck, Rubens and other Flemish artists. Still lives, scenery, beautiful! (this word comes often in my mind/mouth, as Im chasing beauty all the time).
What about an image like this? It’s sad to see misery, despair, pain and anger. The beauty is in you then, if you are touched by these images. Empathy is a beautiful virtue. Act on it and you become beautiful on the outside as well.
The Bread Loaves

Saturday, March 17, 2012


The term “classical” has become an insult, in the mouth of many people, including some art critics. They probably forget that even the word “fuck” has a lot of meanings.
 A new Male Renaissance is slowly happening, this time looking at and showing the male nude not as a god, warrior, pinup. It’s a reassessing what the modern man is and sharing the thoughts in the form of beautiful art. The “classical” is a style, a form of drawing and painting, is a continuation of an art that who represents the male and talks to the people. Hopefully it’s an Art that Moves as well.