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Giovanni Giavatto

In front of Biagio Schembari’s paintings, you feel the sensation of studying ancient history, the history of the men’s roots. Mystery and nostalgia for lost human warmth that spreads from colours, which is at the same time clear light and reassuring and calming chiaroscuro. Something like the desire to take part of this magic landscape arises from the inside; the desire to get into one of the many small openings, in order to browse, to discover, to begin an adventure into an unknown world that draws you like a black hole, mysteriously, not only to discover it but also to live it.

 

Standing in front of these paintings is like being in “Pantalica”, in “Chiafura” (on a hill overlooking the city of Scicli), in “Ispica’s Caves” or visiting “Matera’s stones” or turning around the “Big rocks of Petra”, of Bamiam, feeling the same emotions, asking  yourself the same questions and reading the same things on pages made of rocks, trying to read them freely  and with uncontrollable imagination. The painting in front of you, for us from the South, as Sicilians, is an hymn  to the South, to Sicily, to their social and cultural revolution and for everyone else all this can represent an invitation  to visit these places with the certainty of being caught by the same existential lost charme or the magic that one can still capture, that flutters in the atmosphere , in the landscape, in the architectures saved and kneaded by the sun.

Giovanni Giavatto

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