Memory games are truly unpredictable. Something that doesn't appear for years and years, that doesn't cross your mind, is enough in a moment and there it is, a fleeting image, that suddenly brings you to a present, from a time you imagined lost, and of...
This can be considered a transmutation, an imaginary transliteration, carried out by a modern individual who does not copy, identify with, or regress to the past, but instead undertakes a fanciful (both philological and innovative) journey backwards, to a certain Renaissance, or rather to...
I have to give a eulogy for a great friend, a great painter, whom I met in the distant Eighties, introduced by Tommaso Trini in Milan, where he had long since moved from his native Catania, the city where I lived at the time. Milan was his...
I learned to write at five years old, as an external listener, in the first year of primary school, which I attended as an irregular student, as I wasn't yet six years old, the required age. But I started in January and therefore months late from the start of lessons and the...
I have known Omar Galliani since the early eighties, from when, within a current of Italian art, he established himself as a leading figure in the modern reinterpretation of modules from varied erudite art, stemming from great drawing, from the noble art of painting, in...
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