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Luigi Malice and the magic coloured space of his poetic world
by Maria Festa
The country of Brancaleone, a spot on the jonico sea: on the front you have railway tracks and green sunny hills behind ... a whit wash wall, and beyond the wrought iron gate decorate with arabesques: beyond all this the creative life of its landlord. The "inner time" of Proust the seasons of emotions, the collections of a recalled bygone days that drip nostalgia, solitude, love, challenges and the spicing of sufferings. The space of this home is organized to function: his wife, children, pets, garden, sea, live over again and absorbs kaleidoscopic brightness as to fix the revolving and changing inner feelines. From one room to another, from one atmosphere to another.. a stairway, a top floor, an understairs, a patio ... from adolescence to maturity a creative project that originates from the deep roots of a millenarian culture absorbs first and transformed in a sublime piety in searching for truth ... so that art and life, art and everyday life, art and contemplative religiousness are eager for cosmic interpretation of existentialist experience. Under the watchful eyes of a divine architect, under the watchful eyes of Sphinx, the inconsistent colour takes shape and substance, while the Artist continues to contemplate from one canvas to another, a Titian red of a sun that sinks below the horizon of a galaxy, the unexplored depths of the sea and the sweet hills where men are missing. From the top of his golden tower the Artist observes and invents his coloured enigmatic shapes; this little and humble man - maker of magic "nets" still delighting, loving, suffering, thinking, looking for himself from the top of is exclusive solitude dares the world of is certitudes, widening and permitting then to grow.
From purple to orange, to green, to blue to brown, to red his search comes to an end but he's longing for starting further and different adventures of the spirit ("Literature, as whole Art, is the evidence that life is not enough" , Pessoa). "After all the best way to travel is to feel, to feel with all our senses" (Alvaro de Campos). The Artist, like the Portuguese poet knows that in every "yes" there's a slight "no" that turns round to create that "yes", he looks for it making the informal grid imbued with real life and thought that while overflowing breaks up into molecules of falling fireworks, on the secluded spot of his '"ego" disintegrating it, but he is going to look for it again ...
