The invisible ones. We pass by them, we pass them at every corner of Milan. The city is full of these people who have left the world and live their solitary life. Many times the only companion is hairy, silent and patient, with whom they manage to spend the night sharing a little warmth and affection.
The Holi Festival of Colors in India is a celebration of the victory of good over evil, with the destruction of the demon Holika. It is celebrated every year on the day after the full moon of the Hindu month of Phalguna, which corresponds to the beginning of March. People celebrate the beginning of spring and other events of the Hindu religion; they parade through the streets sprinkling colored powders on everyone, dancing and singing.
I saw this photo awarded by Corriere della Sera in the spring of 2022. It was too bright to pass by without looking at it. I immediately filed it in my “photos to draw” folder and, one day, after finishing the tulips and still having many colors left on the palette, I decided to experiment using the spatula.
At Atelier Crespi I had watched Maestro Fontanini teach this technique to a colleague, Vittorio Ragazzini, and, discreetly, I had understood that the color was mixed a lot on the palette and little on the canvas.
Thus, and unexpectedly, this painting was born, an expression of the joy and happiness of the subject, who lets himself be shaped and seems to enjoy being modeled by the hands of his friends.
Silently the door of heaven closes. The night stops waiting. The dawn still asleep. The sun sleeps supine. The sea lingers doubtfully. The seagulls still sleepy fly like ghosts. The golden sand sticks to the feet of an old man. The footprints, it seems, hide from others. As if he wanted to leave this confused land.
Remembers the past time He fears the future time. Then he sees among the rocks corroded by furious waves. A familiar flower. He remembers when, already a man he had given it to his wife. A sincere smile, a tear, now falls on the face.
This Reuters photo struck me in particular. The renunciation and submission to their own living conditions of these two little girls who work in an Indian dyeworks is disarming. In these countries the working conditions of minors are still the same as those that existed in the West over a hundred years ago. Yet it is here that the wealth and well-being that we enjoy is produced.
Heavy rains have displaced thousands in northeastern Assam state, with no letup in the deluge. Many people have moved to makeshift camps set up by authorities on higher ground [Reuters]
In this painting I partially learned how to drape a fabric (of which the maestro Fontanini is an excellent author) furthermore I tried to represent an intense and bright environment under a light rain that weighs down the clothes of the two subjects and fabrics hanging from the ropes after the dyeing process.
Gypsy dance is a whirlwind of emotions, where every step tells a unique and unrepeatable story. In a circus tent shrouded in darkness, the scene comes to life in an almost magical way. The soft lights draw an intimate atmosphere, and the only element that emerges forcefully is the face of a rotating dancer.
Her expression is a picture of breathtaking intensity and beauty. When the music starts, a palpable energy envelops the air. Passion is revealed in every gesture, oscillating between the exuberance of a contagious joy and the sweet melancholy of a lost memory. I cannot see her eyes, but it is her face that captures all my attention, a beacon of emotions that shines in the sea of darkness. Every expression, every movement, speaks of an indomitable strength of spirit.
As if he were shouting to the world: ‘You will not bend us’
I captured this moment on a trip to the Camargue in May 2024 with friends from Rotary Saint Cyr sur Mer.