I love dry stone walls. I love those stones placed one on top of the other, tight and right. In the Sicilian countryside they sometimes appear isolated, without any continuity with other dry stone walls. They delimit nothing. They are not placed to fence off a flock, nor to draw any boundaries. Looking at them they look like injuries. Inflicted on my land. Open wounds that don’t bleed, that tell of yet another outrage, the story of this land offended by the mafia. I think of Portella della Ginestra, its dry stone walls which were the only witnesses of the massacre of the labourers, on May 1st 1947. Wounds that do not heal.
Original Abstract Oil on Canvas 320 g /m2, fine grain, 100% cotton.
Format 50×50 cm.
Extrafine fine pigmented colors Mussini, M. Harding, Blockx, Old Holland.
Signed on the front and on the back by the author with certificate of authenticity and personal identification hologram of the artwork.
This painting is Available.
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