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Natività 1961 Cesare Botto Italy Contemporary Artist

Natività 1961 Cesare Botto

Si prega di non dubitare della luce (Vibrazione Celeste) Ho sempre pensato alla realizzazione di una casa. Sfere, Argilla Cruda Custodisce / Tratto dal diario segreto di una mente artificiale. Delirio, gas, polveri sottili e fumi vari, non è possibile respirare. Il perimetro di ogni chiesa dovrebbe essere sosta pedonale, verde urbano (Catania Centro)

acrylic contemporary painting arte involontaria argilla cruda claudio arezzo di trifiletti mezzanine living studio in sicily

cuore sospeso

home of peace sicily contemporary artist mezzanine living 1mqdb

Ultimo Impegno Assunzione Cassetti Protagonisti (88/92 cm.) – Barattoli di colore, non vedo l’ora finirli. (Color Clara) – Le coincidenze sono l’inizio della mistica. – Rimediare è la prova / Il Fatto che Gaudì camminasse senza portafoglio, privo di documenti lascia intuire la storia.

assunzione ultimo impegno cassetti protagonisti uso e riuso acrylic painting claudio arezzo di trifiletti

Manifesto di Frontiera – Misericordia e Costanza sono piatti della stessa Bilancia. (Il peso della coda) – Imprints of peace è un flusso universale. Vivere di Codice, disarmamento. L’importante che rimanga devozione. – In tutti noi c’è il figlio delle stelle, custode dei sogni. – Ho chiesto ad un Algerino di parlarmi del deserto, i suoi occhi si sono illuminati.

manifesto arte involontaria 1mqdb verde urbano catania visionaria

imprints of peace vibrant world spring in new york mezzanine living 1mqdb

Reclaim time

Riappropriarsi del tempo, manifesto comunità verde.

Riappropriarsi del tempo, manifesto comunità verde. Legni di mare 69/120 cm.

Oggi nel Giardino dentro il giardino, ho raccolto rametti appena beccati. In questi giorni c’è stato un intenso temporale.

The third flower

Sicily Fest May 17/18/19 – Boiler House, Brick Lane – Imprints of Peace London

Art matured in me even before I knew its name, or rather before it presented itself without a name. Art was the light that filled my eyes, the breath of awakening, the journeys in the midst of desolate lessons of occurrences and recurrences, it was the queue for breakfast, the plants, and animals. Art was prayer, fire, water and all the elements, art was the stars, the sun and all nature, it was being present in the total absence of an apparently present world. The artist I am inspired by, is the greatest Creator of heaven and earth, He is the Father of all fathers for how He presented Himself when I did not exist yet. He paints sunsets and dawns, and He shares them with us all. There is no man who does not know His face. He is humble, infinitely loving, and when I asked Him if it was Him, He replied, “Yes, it is I”. I dreamed that I was at the Bridge. The Bridge was a small estate of a Holy Family near Viagrande at the foot of Mount Etna, where as a child my grandparents and many friends gathered for the grape harvest. I remember the joy of picking the grapes immersed among the rose gardens, to press them with our bare feet among the grape pickers, I remember the shed with the fire burning and the many voices, on top of this small estate there was a small cave with the little Virgin Mary, to which I in the most innocent youth confided in my childhood prayers my worries and questions. The lady of the house was devoted to traditional cuisine. She used terracotta pots, and I still remember as if it were yesterday when she prepared a snack with her jams for after school. Every afternoon she took me to church to pray, the church was that of Monserrato, and even if I didn’t understand, I was well-behaved at her side. Now, after some time, I remember and I make connections again and again. In the dream that lasted a few infinite moments I found myself at the entrance by the cellar road. I was alone, I don’t remember what I was doing at that moment, but I will never forget the image of Him, or rather how He wanted to present himself to my eyes. He was not with regal clothes, indeed far from it. He was extremely peaceful and I found it hard to believe in the dream that the creator of everything could be so humble. I don’t remember Him uttering any revelation, because I felt that He was the revelation. I don’t remember any more words, and I don’t remember a content so infinitely powerful that it can fill any space. I asked Him if it was He, and He answered me “I am”. The dream is unforgettable, because He was infinitely humble. That dream is perhaps the key along with another dream that I will never forget. It is the key that makes me notice the small gestures, which makes me rejoice in the small things, which makes me see in a flame the soul of life, which makes me enjoy the little things, because only through small things can a great future be built. The little things, are the love that we risk losing for each other, it is the cry that comes out of me spontaneously, not knowing what I write. When I go out I feel love for everyone and everything. I would like to give love, this is the most ancient form of art. Art is Love, it is a testimony of pain for a world that moment by moment is moving away from small things, from loving each other. This is what my works scream; they cry out ceaselessly because we are all one. Even when I try to distract myself, even when I mix sugar with my miserable coffee every morning, I think of how many children still feed with their blood the insatiable abysses of the unscrupulous ignorant, how many families today still have to find themselves fighting to protect their history. How much ignorance continues to alienate families, children, fathers, from each other, to steal childhoods, to speculate on the good by selling poison? We are all Artists, beauty will save the world, the beauty of when every single being on this planet will return to communicate, communicate in the crisis, how much need there is for love. Father, your son always.

The courtyard of the sun

Il cortile del sole

Il cortile del sole

Mi piace la genuinità, il sapore della gentilezza,

El patio del sol.

El patio del sol

casa, sacrifici, voglia di fare,

فناء الشمس

فناء الشمس

preghiera condivisa

Garðinum í sólinni

Garðinum í sólinni

La Sicilia è questa.

unire mondi

unire mondi

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