Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Sayings For My Daughter On Her 2nd Birthday

Ugo Moretti

"The long and rich existence by Italo Squitieri arise from Lucania so closely as to constitute a true spiritual heritage of a region, still unknown to many, the very heart of the South, but swells beauty, nourished by the ancient mysteries that always occur ritually Orphic intact in substance that has its roots to the limbo of myth. You can not, in my opinion, to separate the painting from its origin to Squires Lucan and following his tours of research, you could reconstruct the adventurous journey that the first completed part from the banks Lucan certainly bright and deep forests that gave the name to their land.

... after the war, the orgy of 'isms' became a carnival impractical and Squitieri literally fled from Rome, taking refuge in Cortina d'Ampezzo, in the natural valley crowned by mountains of incredible majesty, the eternal silence of nevi. Here, the painting becomes something sacred, strong, tough. The paintings of this period have the characteristics of a moral climate tended to search for the essential: compact volumes, the sharp colors, no concession to the nice, every possible care to meditation, the leading light of the cuts and base composition. Were rarely seen paintings of that ethical rigor and formal. A period that has been widely successful for Squitieri and expanded the horizons of his paintings, the proportions of the figures, has allowed a visual dimension of air, full of extreme openness.

... his pictures are everywhere in the world, in the most select collections in public galleries and private collections: anywhere in South America and Switzerland, the Far East and in Hollywood, Paris and Monaco, London, Rome, there is a live track of Lucania, a piece of her heart set on a canvas, a beautiful woman, a patch of emerald sea, a country that springs from the rocks, a procession of figures, a mobile , a flower, look like a sword of light, a hand hieratic, a drapery Vestal; short, there is the legendary ancestral spirit of Lucania, so loved by one of its best sons. "

written by Ugo Moretti

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