Blue 3

Inchiostro d’ Agosto

Nel crepuscolo d’ agosto  

il cielo si fa inchiostro, un blu profondo  

ancora tiepida di un giorno lungo.  

Il vento muove una danza sottile  

un’ inquietudine serena tra le fronde,  

le foglie scambiano un respiro leggero 

e nel silenzio che scende, 

l’ultimo sole si attarda in un bacio d’oro 

sulle cime dei pini.

Art has the unique power to make us see the world through different eyes, to translate emotions into colors and words. Today, I want to tell you a bit about my creative process, exploring a work that feels deeply mine—a painting I created and which, for me, is not just a picture, but a summer sunset painted with the ink of an emotion. This painting of mine, with its vibrant swirls of blue, red, and yellow, is an invitation to a sensory journey that belongs to me. In a way, I'm not just looking at a painting; I'm reliving the energy of a day drawing to a close, feeling again the warmth I tried to capture.

A Chromatic Breath: My Abstract Sunset

When I started painting, I thought of this canvas as a controlled explosion of color, a visual symphony where every chromatic note has its own role. The deep blue dominates the canvas, a blue that for me isn't just a color, but an atmosphere: that of a sky preparing for the night. It's the "August ink" mentioned in my poem, a shade that envelops and reassures, yet hides a subtle restlessness that I wanted to express. I used dense, almost sculptural brushstrokes to create a rich surface that invites you to explore every nook and cranny, every ridge left by my brush.

Within this blue, the red and yellow swirls move not as separate elements, but as part of a single dance that I choreographed myself. The red, for me, isn't a simple sunset; it's the echo of the heat of a long day, the passion that mingles with a hint of melancholy. It's a color that burns with life, a reminder of the energy and turmoil that were consumed under the sun. I wanted its bold, curvilinear forms to seem to pulse, almost as if they were trying to release a contained warmth.

The yellow, on the other hand, is the last kiss of the sun, a golden touch that lingers before disappearing completely, a luminous hope that persists. It's the point of light that I wanted to include, the promise that even in the transition toward darkness, beauty doesn't run out. My brushstrokes, more subtle and vibrant, weave their way through the blue and red, creating a contrast that generates tension but also a sense of balance. I didn't want to paint a placid sunset, but a moment of transition full of energy and vitality, an expression of emotion in motion.

A Bridge Between Canvas and Soul: My Double Feature

What makes this work unique for me is that I wanted it to be a "double feature," a single space celebrating two of my complementary works of art. My painting finds its perfect counterpart in my poem, "Inchiostro d'Agosto" (August Ink), creating an unbreakable bond. My poem isn't limited to describing the painting; it captures its very essence, acting as an emotional key that I created for myself and for anyone who wants to listen.

If my painting is the visualization of a feeling, my poetry is its inner voice. "The sky turns to ink, a deep blue," the poem recites, and I immediately see that dominant blue on my canvas. I wanted to describe a "serene restlessness," which is reflected in the dynamic tension between the warm and cool colors I chose. And isn't that "last sun lingers in a golden kiss" the very touch of yellow that I made its way through the swirls of blue and red?

This synergy is the true heart of the work, and it's me who created it. Effective art doesn't just represent; it evokes. My painting and my poem complete each other, offering a dual perspective: one shows the emotion, the other describes it. Together, they allow me to experience a summer sunset in a new, deeper, and more personal way. For me, this isn't just a post; it's an experience I chose to share, an invitation for readers to stop, look, and feel, taking part in a unique event that blends visual and written art.

The Substance of Art: Sensation Above All

Often, when we think of art criticism, we imagine complex, detached analyses. But true art, for me, is meant to be felt. I didn't need a manual to understand why a piece touches me deeply. The work I'm exploring today is a perfect example of how abstract painting can be incredibly accessible, because it doesn't ask you to recognize a form, but to perceive a sensation that I experienced.

The visible texture of the brushstrokes on the canvas almost invites you to touch it, to feel the material richness of the colors. It's a multisensory experience that stimulates not only sight, but also tactile and even auditory imagination, because when I created it, it made me feel the silence and calm that I wanted to describe in the poem.

For me, this kind of art isn't just a painting to hang on a wall; it's a piece of my life, a fragment of my emotion, a visual reminder that beauty is often found in transitions, like that between day and night. My brushstrokes, while static, tell the story of the movement and change that I felt. They push me to reflect on how every moment is unique and unrepeatable, but can at the same time be immortalized.

The Enduring Power of Imprisoned Emotion

Art, in this sense, is for me an act of eternalization. I captured a fleeting moment—a sunset, a feeling of ending and beginning—and I made it permanent on the canvas. The poetry, in turn, stopped that feeling in my verses, giving it a verbal form that I can reread and relive endlessly. Together, I created a work that not only evokes the memory of a sunset, but allows us to experience the sensation of that sunset, even if we weren't there.

The painting shows me that beauty is a concept that goes beyond literal representation. It's not the perfect photo of a sunset, but the essence of the sunset itself: its energy, its melancholy, its hope. The work is a tribute to my own ability to capture the fleeting, making it eternal. It's a piece that invites me to reflect on the beauty we often take for granted and to rediscover the profound meaning of passing moments, like an August sunset. It's an experience that reminds me that art is not just something to admire, but something to feel, to live, and that I had the privilege of creating.

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Luca.