Last flakes of sedimented colours by Antonio D'Amico

Art tells about life with a close examination of methodological semblances, which are always new and bold, more than often sublimating the narrative of the pictorial dimension.
Perpetrating his/her genius loci, nurtured by centuries of dynamic creativity and in constant paratactic progress with his/her own epoch, as Ernst H. Gombrich recalls, the artist, rises up as judge of nature and its elements.
All the natural affections innate in the artist's experience, simultaneously transform the body and soul of the visual form. So, starting from Aristotle's analysis, to each visual mark there corresponds a set of symbols, which creates new, appropriate strokes that have sedimented in the speculative and magnetic den of the creator.
In her latest pictorial tranche, in constant evolution but perpendicular to the research conquered in time that Marina Falco presents in this exhibition, the interior resonance cited by Kandinsky comes into play.
All in all, her paintings become the mirror of a reality which is filtered through flakes of colours stemming from an inner light corresponding to the external light of the experience that Marina, consciously but, inevitably, also unconsciously, has always matured.
The tone of the alleys static in time and space, whose mule tracks simulate a broad, distorted perspective, anchored in the imperturbable microcosm of individual sensations and for this reason shielded by reddish filters, places a sort of magnifying lens directed on the very soul, where the passion of the red becomes the leitmotiv of pure visibility with no conjectural bonds.
A soul that speaks in the figures that advance over the surface, three quarters, reminiscent of Titian, suited to scraping an identity in search of memory, the same that converses with a future that has to be constructed and a bulky past now known. It is the look of the eternal comparison, the same that can be read in De Chirico's Self-portrait. Here the herm of profile traces the history of the man, where those faces shielded by Marina Falco recall the transience of life and the natural disposition of a time that in its dynamism returns to the constant balance between experience and feeling!

Antonio D'Amico