GALLERY 2
THE POET AND THE PAINTER
Is what I wrote before about Arturo Lini still valid? Only in part. We can certainly still say that he is a poet, and we must not think that this definition is inappropriate to define a painter: we shall leave this kind of silly idea to the bureaucrats of criticism. In my opinion Lini remains a poet who substitutes the combination of words with human and formal "situations".
As he did a few years ago, he tends to give existential meanings to the expressive operations he carries out; in the same way in which he wishes to urgently "deliver to the history of memory" a part of himself, the part the justifies his being in the world. Even here his "situations " are flashes - sometimes of knowledge sometimes not - of the chaos in which life enflames and destroys itself. Flashes that follow personal moments of daily resurrection which is very bland but nonetheless necessary.
But behind all this there's the painter Lini attempting another one of his answers to "the tensions of the world" and "to his own in relation to the world" and to do this he inserts signs within signs, colours within colours, squares within squares, putting more material on the canvas, playing on shiny masonite on glued papers but constantly setting himself in the middle of an harmonious and upsetting research of "coloured situations" that lead us to decode an elementary presence of symbols whose mystery (together with the evident harmony of colours) represents the principal element of the beauty of these works. It is true that nowadays all values are the object of discussion, that the metres by which we judge things are changing but our senses, our physical relationship with things remain positively valid.
And luckily senses for a mysterious game of neurons are able to reach some secret centre of our brain cells where they fortunately merge with the light of the culture that they assimilated: perhaps this communion enables you to achieve aesthetic pleasure and at the same time the pleasure of creating a symbol which unifies in itself all contradictions and opposites.
Dino Carlesi, Pisa 1994
THE RED PIN
Collage and mixed on cardboard,
Cm.62x54, Dated 1984
BUS
Acrylic and oil pastel on wood,
Cm.70x50, Dated 1985
I'M FOLLOWING WORDS
Mixed on canvas
Cm.60x.80, 1984
WHITE POEM
Collage and acrylic on cardboard
Cm.54X60, Dated 1983
GONG
Acrylic on canvas
Cm. 88x95, Dated 1987
ANOTHER DARK
Collage and mixed on cardboard,
Cm.100x70, Dated 1985
CUBOFUTURISMI
Mixed on canvas
Cm.105x95, 1986
THE CERTAIN WORDS
Acrilyc on canvas
Cm. 92x85, Anno 1992
ITALIENISCHE MALEREI
Acrylic on masonite
Cm. 80x60, Dated: 1989