WHAT THE COLOR CAN TELL ME …
Wide
and
deep
horizons
consume
the
representation
of
these
landscapes,
in
that
it
seems
to
listen
the
slow
sound
of
the
air,
mixed
with the reflections that absorb the trace of it, in order to confide it to the real connection with things.
Camouflaged
in
the
comment
of
colors,
there
are
the
flowing
and
increasing
of
short
and
rhythmic
strokes
of
spatula,
that
materialize
reality
in
redundancies
of
view,
where,
sometimes,
colors
seem
explode
into
abstraction.
Reality
revives
in
the
identification
of
the
place
in
virtue
of
optical
effects
such
as
an
allusion
of
spaces,
beyond
those
caught
and
fixed
on
canvas.
It
often
happens effects are like lightning that don’t disappear, but remain in our memory at the moment to give in shape.
In
this
sort
of
flight,
we
don’t
know
if
it
is
shape
to
enter
thoroughly
into
painting
or
vice
versa,
thank
to
the
colors,
the
thickness,
the
coming
and
going
and
the
disposition
of
colors
combination
vivacity.
It
is
becoming
presence,
phenomenon
or
metamorphosis.
It
is
in attracting attention, in going outdoors by force and intensity, in changes of brightness.
Everything
is
very
different
from
Impressionism
and
Venetian
picture,
without
the
support
of
glazing
and
transparences
that
don’t
be consequent, unless you want to annul the emotional reaction.
We
have
not
to
look
at
the
painting,
but
into
the
painting.
Not
from
stalls,
from
stage.
Our
interest
has
to
turn
to
the
unity
of
everything, of the whole in order to understand the feeling of the artist and not only her ability.
Landscapes
by
Ferretti
is
a
free
singing.
It
is
from
a
well-developed
tradition.
It
is
located,
until
we
want,
in
her
land,
but
it
is
a
visual
fragment
of
an
endless
course,
in
an
unbroken
becoming
such
to
produce
the
end
of
the
idea
of
image,
inheritance
of
Impressionism. Her rich and warm feeling of nature floods her paintings, with something more than only aesthetic elements.
A thinking line comes out tending to judge painting like a project of cultural chooses of spontaneous and creative expression.
Etruscan
ship
in
a
stormy
sea,
tiny
in
the
sea,
foggy
off-shore
in
the
moving
barrier
of
waves
and
clouds,
in
the
transfigured
light,
isn’t
other
than
a
landscape
that
escapes
limits
of
space
to
tend
to
an
uneven
plain.
It
is
a
vivid
image
that
goes
in
the
rhythm
of
imagination.
Every
stroke
of
palette-knife
has
a
double
worth
of
color
and
timbre.
Light
doesn’t
change
the
color,
modifies
the
quality
of timbre because the shadow operates as contrast.
To
finish,
I
pause
a
little
on
“When
the
moon
…”,
“The
wind
and
the
dunes”,”Violet
attraction”,
“The
sky
is
turning
red
“.
In
these
works,
the
pictorial
vision
lose
the
distinctive
peculiarity
of
similarity.
They
have
the
synthesis
of
shape,
color,
light
blended
in
a
dominant chromatic value, to let a margin to wandering of the fantasy and mystery.
They
permit
to
look
roving
over
the
landscape
while
I’d
like
to
pass
through
and
listen
the
voice
of
nature,
further
the
frontiers
of
representation, in the deepness taken away to men.