Sculptor and teacher of Renato Li Vigni
Renato Li vigni a flood of memories
I have known Renato Li Vigni for years. From his creative flair and indomitable will there emerges a radiant soul, perfectly expressed in his recent paintings: the bright, warm colours of his native land, Sicily, with its blinding light that dazzles the landscapes; the turquoise sea that insinuates itself among the rocks; distant mountains tracing an uncertain horizon, free of superfluous detail.
What surfaces from Renato’s masterly technique is not realistic minutiae but synthesis—an overall, indeed cosmic, vision. Vast stretches of real and metaphysical space fascinate the artist, and only people of deep thought, spirit and culture can recognise themselves in these Dante-like paradises.
It is not painstaking analysis that drives him, but a chromatic palette that is fluid, flowing, metamorphic like the light of dawn, seducing him—and us—in a kind of hypnosis. His painting is fresh, tending toward abstraction: no defined contours, but liquid osmoses that are at once fluid and tactile, as if lava flows of magma and light were releasing a flood of memories as vague as dreams.
This is truly a dreamlike art of muted fragments, of celestial expanses—sky, water and air in perpetual metamorphosis, like all things in the world, and the world itself, of which Renato is fully aware. He knows reality, yet transcends it with a genuine freedom that few artists today possess, for the syntax and grammar of art have been lost in the phantasmagoric chaos deliberately crafted by unknown artificers who strive to make art a biodegradable product like paper tissues—sometimes debased like minor crimes.
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