Monterotondo, la collina dei pini oltre la ferrovia - via Salaria. Ogni giorno passo davanti a quella collina, tornando da lavoro dalla grande città, Roma, alla volta di Monterotondo. Mi segnala che sono arrivato a casa. Ed è stupenda ad ogni ora e condizione climatica, varia colore e di conseguenza "dimensioni". Il gruppo di pini è una sorta di famiglia, nel mezzo del nulla. Leggo famiglia, senso di casa, amore. Il tutto intravisto attraverso i tralicci della linea aerea della ferrovia, freddi e scheletrici conduttori di elettricità, energia, mezzi e persone, la massa, me.
FEDERICO's Comment: Il quadro è la mia prima opera in cui telaio e tela sono state montate personalmente da me e non "preconfezionate". Credo sia un informazione significativa. per la mia vita professionale artistica. Grazie a Sandra Miranda P.
Peccato la qualità di questo scatto sia pessima (sempre grazie a Sandra :-)
Ciao Federico... a volta il tuo lavoro mi fa ricordare del lavoro di un artista tedesco di nome Gerhardt Richter. Mi pare che stai andando su una strada interessante con queste opere - non ti devi fermare però. Bisogna esplorare ancora per arrivare ad un linguaggio unico tuo - secondo me è proprio questo il passo più difficile per tutti noi da prendere. Buona fortuna con la tua ricerca. Un abbraccio.
Hi John.. thank you for your comment! I am very happy to read this message becuase I love Gerhard Richter, for me the best "painter"! (not an "artist" as he said.. like me I say!) Un abbraccio e spero che ci vediamo tutti insieme una volta per Roma!
This is grat for me Patricia! beacause I think this "blurred" theme is my future direction. I thing that the humen, in their human life, are leaving the natural life, we see everything from a window, a close transparent window.Who made who.. we dont know. Everything is blurred.
You are able to make yourself understood so do not apologize. Your English is much better than my Italian - I can only order food, couldn't comment on your art in Italian. Where did you learn English?
Ciao Federico, I love these latest paintings. I think they are moving towards somewhere beyond mere minimalistic landscapes. I can see JP's point on Richter, but I would like to know what you think of Rothko too. A long shot, maybe?
Ciao Maria, I dont like paintings where there isn't any represantations of reality. I like his aesthetic but not the substance. I may be ignorant but that is my personal view. Thank you for your comment anyway! xo
grazie mille! mi fa davvero molto piacere, spero di organizzare una miapersonale in questo anno, potrebbe essere un occasione per te per rivenire a Roma. xo
Non sono sicura di aver capito. Io guardando questa immagine, immagino un' infinita' di luoghi dietro la collina. Cosa intendi con il "senso del limite"?
L'immaginazione è generata dal limite della visione. In questo caso io sento e vedo un limite di una collina che mi impedisce di vedere. Questo limite genera la tua immaginazione, quel bagliore diffuso è l’immaginazione, il buio sotto il limite.
The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
» The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
Autostrada
Oil on canvas
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19 Mar 07 15:20
bravo!
Traliccio
Oil on canvas
Monterotondo
Monterotondo, la collina dei pini oltre la ferrovia - via Salaria. Ogni giorno passo davanti a quella collina, tornando da lavoro dalla grande città, Roma, alla volta di Monterotondo. Mi segnala che sono arrivato a casa. Ed è stupenda ad ogni ora e condizione climatica, varia colore e di conseguenza "dimensioni". Il gruppo di pini è una sorta di famiglia, nel mezzo del nulla. Leggo famiglia, senso di casa, amore. Il tutto intravisto attraverso i tralicci della linea aerea della ferrovia, freddi e scheletrici conduttori di elettricità, energia, mezzi e persone, la massa, me.
Ferrovia III
Acrylic on canvas
Traliccio n°4
this is under construction
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19 Sep 07 18:12
Sara' pure under constraction, ma e' bello vedere che sei tornato a lavorare. In bocca al lupo.
PYLON N°IV
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PYLON N°III
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PYLON N°V
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HIGHWAY N°II
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RAILWAY II
FEDERICO's Comment: Il quadro è la mia prima opera in cui telaio e tela sono state montate personalmente da me e non "preconfezionate". Credo sia un informazione significativa. per la mia vita professionale artistica. Grazie a Sandra Miranda P. Peccato la qualità di questo scatto sia pessima (sempre grazie a Sandra :-)
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17 Dec 07 21:50
è questo il momento del grande salto... e non ti sei più fermato
Pylon n°6
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BINARI II
The Fog on Railways
RAILROAD II
Fog and line, track
Green - blurred
Paesaggio con nebbia
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31 Jan 08 19:26
Ciao Federico... a volta il tuo lavoro mi fa ricordare del lavoro di un artista tedesco di nome Gerhardt Richter. Mi pare che stai andando su una strada interessante con queste opere - non ti devi fermare però. Bisogna esplorare ancora per arrivare ad un linguaggio unico tuo - secondo me è proprio questo il passo più difficile per tutti noi da prendere. Buona fortuna con la tua ricerca. Un abbraccio.
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28 Mar 08 17:35
Hi John.. thank you for your comment! I am very happy to read this message becuase I love Gerhard Richter, for me the best "painter"! (not an "artist" as he said.. like me I say!) Un abbraccio e spero che ci vediamo tutti insieme una volta per Roma!
Green blurred 2
landscape
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02 Apr 08 17:59
I like your work Federico, especially the blurred color-themed landscapes.
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05 Apr 08 12:50
This is grat for me Patricia! beacause I think this "blurred" theme is my future direction. I thing that the humen, in their human life, are leaving the natural life, we see everything from a window, a close transparent window.Who made who.. we dont know. Everything is blurred.
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05 Apr 08 12:53
Sorry for my terrible language errors (grEat, I thinK, etc :-) my terrible english.
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05 Apr 08 15:34
You are able to make yourself understood so do not apologize. Your English is much better than my Italian - I can only order food, couldn't comment on your art in Italian. Where did you learn English?
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07 Apr 08 13:45
Thank you Patricia.. I learn English listen other people! Only French in the old italian high school!
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20 Jun 08 11:12
Great!
So magic!!
Whats in the dark?
Good work as usual Federico.
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20 Jun 08 11:31
Thanks Jacques, in the dark there is what we are incapable of observing..
Blue blurred
Landscape
BLUE PHTALO BLURRED
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GREEN BLURRED III
landscape
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28 Mar 08 20:32
Ciao Federico, I love these latest paintings. I think they are moving towards somewhere beyond mere minimalistic landscapes. I can see JP's point on Richter, but I would like to know what you think of Rothko too. A long shot, maybe?
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31 Mar 08 01:08
Ciao Maria, I dont like paintings where there isn't any represantations of reality. I like his aesthetic but not the substance. I may be ignorant but that is my personal view. Thank you for your comment anyway! xo
GREY-BLURRED
landscape
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31 Mar 08 01:09
under construction
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20 Apr 08 11:22
Ciao Federico, vai avanti alla grande!
C'e' il mare li sotto? Bellissimo. Vorrei tanto vedere questi nuovi lavori da vicino.
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21 Apr 08 09:36
grazie mille! mi fa davvero molto piacere, spero di organizzare una miapersonale in questo anno, potrebbe essere un occasione per te per rivenire a Roma. xo
GREY BLURRED
landscape
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20 Apr 08 11:29
Generale, dietro la collina non c'e' piu nessuno... o forse si?
Impressionante.
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21 Apr 08 09:32
Ciao Maria, il senso del limite, proprio quello volevo raggiungere e leggendo il tuo commento noto con piacere che ci sono riuscito :-)
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21 Apr 08 13:38
Non sono sicura di aver capito. Io guardando questa immagine, immagino un' infinita' di luoghi dietro la collina. Cosa intendi con il "senso del limite"?
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21 Apr 08 15:24
L'immaginazione è generata dal limite della visione. In questo caso io sento e vedo un limite di una collina che mi impedisce di vedere.
Questo limite genera la tua immaginazione, quel bagliore diffuso è l’immaginazione, il buio sotto il limite.
TRANSIT 02
Lanscape
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24 Apr 08 11:41
The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
TRANSIT - 01
landscape
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14 May 08 09:58
The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
Transit IV
Landscape blurred
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20 Jun 08 11:32
» The Blurred and The Transits series come from the daily life, never from an exceptional source, they come from places that have been seen one time after another, always with a short glance, never paying much attention, they are like blurred images. In each one of these images, I discover that Art and Beauty are omnipresent, it is not necessary to visit specific places to find them. We live in such a fast rhythm, everything becomes so vague, only short time left for a glance through the window. We are progressively loosing interest from what exists between A and B in a hypothetical travel period. We are incapable of stopping ourselves to meditate, everything is so frenetic, blatant and disturbing. The reality between the Countryside and the Metropolis, the traffic, the pylons, the streets, the electric cables, the small and pretty old rural abandoned houses, the decadence, everything is crossed over in order to get to destination: the Metropolis. We aren’t conscious of how vague the vision of each little thing is, during this race where the joy of silence has no space anymore.
Sea
Sea landscape
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20 Jun 08 11:40
I have painted this last work only for the theme "Water" for my next show in July, that will take place in Vasto
Blue Phtalo blurred 2
landscape blurred
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TRANSIT 15
landscape
TRANSIT 14
landscape