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About me...
I began painting when I was about 10 years old
under my father's guide, he was a doctor in "Belle Arti"
(fine arts), then I attended the Belle Arti Academy in Rome.
Since 1957 I have been taking part in numerous competitions in national
and international paintings, winning very many prizes.
I had my first personal show in 1962 in Viterbo, at Palazzo Santoro,
and so I began my professional life.
I attended the artistic sphere in Rome, in particular "Via
Margutta", where I knew De Chirico, Ludovisi, Vespignani, Trivelloni
and others.
I lived together with them my artistic youth.
Many of my works are in the most important collections either private
or public once.
My will to catch in the immense throb of nature, the smell of the
sea, the caress of the wind, the profound value of things, in this
way my painting tells of meetings together with foaming landscapes
of colours. Evanescent shades of color run after each other, sometimes
desolate with the rigour of lines to get a technique I love and
deeply linked up with emotions.
They are visions kept by the chromatic mixture which blends together
with man's few things, with those artifices of nature which lie
merged into the vegetation of stretches of coasts and remain hidden
in the fickle day-light which brings out or soothes the astonishment
for petty things in the grandest and most perfect creation.
A romanticism which engages an exciting challenge against the chaos
of sensations, with the purpose to go with the viewer along a route
through which, I hope, emotions can be felt looking at that sea,
at things marked by salty winds, where boats, now motionless traces
of joy and pain, stay afloat among bushes, dry, abandoning the timbers
of the boat in the sleep, in the shadow, as if they were old and
strained bones. And, is the swirling vehemence of the wind, lost
figures with in the storm of their own hopes, glance at the infinity
and get lost, in the contemplation of the "all".
In so doing I listen to the sound of colors, once they have been
harmonized with nature, which echo towards me clear and distinct,
stormy and violent, in this way I paint them, in this way I feel
them, in this way I hope they will reach your heart.
Enrico Costarelli |
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