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Chicca Guglielmi Morone

What strikes you, observing the paintings of Giovanni Truncellito, is the perfect balance between colours, shapes and space: once could say that his whole life, projected through the symbols of his work, has a rhythmic nature where measurements, mathematics and fantasy all smoothly entwine, causing no friction in a harmonic and predicted flow.
Maybe his architectural studies led him to un certain type of perfectionism in the realization of the images which are depicted in his paintings, but this is definitely not the only matrix of the oneiric refinements of that magical world which can be observed in so many small details: I think it is important to consider the gift attributed to him at birth by Euterpe, the Muse which took him into her arms gifting him with his musical talent.
In his art there is not one shape you do not remember or that does not give you the feeling of already seen, of already known and it is easily recognisable to all those who love myth in all its expressions and who avert the sensation of wellbeing when entering contemporaneously into these various levels.
I must confess in fact to be most fascinated by the intensity of the symbols which are always so intimately bound to one another that they make the reading apparently easy, and then push you towards a more profound observation in order to see further and better savour the composition of the image. A dichotomist game where the binary meaning of each piece is most seductively attractive.
Because if there is white there must also be black, if reds appear so will greens to balance them, and if the dominant colour is blue the orange colours will draw to red; but always in a most particular way to transmit an occult message, through a symbol which will emerge from the dream in order to capture us.
The dream: the unconscious mental state which gives you access to the world populated by immortal primordial forces, the place from where Giovanni's images derive. I think it is clear that they originate from the state of unawareness which has been given liberal access to the present day, where it was not denied an important role for the growth of the individual in its multiple facets, constantly in its dual reign of reality-unreality.
There can not be in fact contingent reality without its hidden double identity: as if, a follower of Horus, could observe his double in the follower of Seth, without however passing judgement.
Giovanni paints and observes, observes and paints without separating himself from the painting, from the colours and thousand brushes: he is determined to bring his work in the other reality to a maximum, that which he is creating in the vest of Demiurgo. At the same time he wants the freedom to dream and allow himself to wander open-eyed in this profoundness without being victim of occult forces that would want to imprison him.
One could assume a passion for Veda, sacred Indian texts, without undermining the most noticeable Greek influence: in his pictures he repeatedly declares that the contact with his soul may belong to the state of wakefulness, the state of sleep or the state of meditation. An artist, son of the Muse and father of his paintings, he claims his pertaining to the human race through a genuine and spontaneous humanity typical of who is able to turn his sense of humour towards himself, making himself strong through his weakness and weak from him own strength.
One thing is certain: he wishes no interference in this monologue with himself and in order to listen to his inner soul he chooses the external reality in relation to what is most pertinent to his creative possibilities.
Could he be different? I don't think so, because Art is not a profession: it is an essence of being which takes over oneself, condemning one to live in a specific way, obliging one to not always make advantageous choices and limiting one to adepts which are often in contrast with our own being, with that part of ourselves which would like us to be different, less exigent and more accommodating towards the reality we live in.
Music comes to Giovanni's assistance. Euterpe, with the sound of flutes, composes celestial music that populates the pictures with gods and human beings surrounded in a magical aura: reading carefully between the lines we can discover that the characters are capable of emerging from their refuges at night and invading our habitats recreating an Arcadia.
Chicca Guglielmi Morone

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