Exhibitions, Italy, Napoli, 25 January 2018
What hell is not
Personal exhibition of Claudio Napolitano
When I looked at the works of Claudio Napolitano for the first time, I immediately thought of some works by Joseph M.W. Turner, the English painter who lived between the end of the 18th and the middle of the 19th century, during the immense upheaval of the first industrial revolution.
It is a work of 1844, "Rain, steam and speed": it is a train that runs in a landscape full of rain and fog. The Bristol-Exeter railway line had just been inaugurated and perhaps, who knows, the first "technological landscape" in the history of painting.
In this image I thought when I had Claudio Napolitano's watercolors in my hands.
They are touching technological landscapes. Enel trellis, high repeater, majestic, "overbearing" telephone companies that today rob our most intimate time ... and then anonymous cars and motorbikes in traffic, and a fraction of the sky, always, crossed by wire connections electric, cables.
We hear the silence of a "dead techno-nature". But behind the cables and pylons there is always an anarchic and wild sky, for Claudio.
Claudio is academic in tracing the "monsters" industrial, huge and looming, but yields willingly indeed, with absolute violation "to the impression" when it falls in the matter of true nature, the substance of the sky, the colors of the air resistant.
Because nature resists. Resists, trembling, to the colonization of steel and iron of the "who touches dies". And Claudio Napolitano's gaze on the wild nature is impressionistic. Because there silence is silence made of dialogue. Of impressions. And of expressions.
Repeaters only deserve an X-ray. Of course, I'm there ...; there are, they must be done, one could even love one day.
For now there are, cumbersome and engaging like a bar code, the industrial periphery feels its presence and weight. But dreams, the impressionist trait of Claudio Napolitano's painting, the dialogic substance and conscience, are reserved for the wild skies, the anarchy of nature. "What hell is not".
Massimiliano Crocco
What hell is not
Personal of Claudio Napolitano
From 25 January to 5 February 2018
Vernissage Thursday, January 25th, 6.00 pm
Salvatore Serio art gallery
Via Oberdan 8, Naples
Hours: Monday-Saturday 10.30am / 1.00pm - 4.30pm / 7.30pm
Personal exhibition of Claudio Napolitano
When I looked at the works of Claudio Napolitano for the first time, I immediately thought of some works by Joseph M.W. Turner, the English painter who lived between the end of the 18th and the middle of the 19th century, during the immense upheaval of the first industrial revolution.
It is a work of 1844, "Rain, steam and speed": it is a train that runs in a landscape full of rain and fog. The Bristol-Exeter railway line had just been inaugurated and perhaps, who knows, the first "technological landscape" in the history of painting.
In this image I thought when I had Claudio Napolitano's watercolors in my hands.
They are touching technological landscapes. Enel trellis, high repeater, majestic, "overbearing" telephone companies that today rob our most intimate time ... and then anonymous cars and motorbikes in traffic, and a fraction of the sky, always, crossed by wire connections electric, cables.
We hear the silence of a "dead techno-nature". But behind the cables and pylons there is always an anarchic and wild sky, for Claudio.
Claudio is academic in tracing the "monsters" industrial, huge and looming, but yields willingly indeed, with absolute violation "to the impression" when it falls in the matter of true nature, the substance of the sky, the colors of the air resistant.
Because nature resists. Resists, trembling, to the colonization of steel and iron of the "who touches dies". And Claudio Napolitano's gaze on the wild nature is impressionistic. Because there silence is silence made of dialogue. Of impressions. And of expressions.
Repeaters only deserve an X-ray. Of course, I'm there ...; there are, they must be done, one could even love one day.
For now there are, cumbersome and engaging like a bar code, the industrial periphery feels its presence and weight. But dreams, the impressionist trait of Claudio Napolitano's painting, the dialogic substance and conscience, are reserved for the wild skies, the anarchy of nature. "What hell is not".
Massimiliano Crocco
What hell is not
Personal of Claudio Napolitano
From 25 January to 5 February 2018
Vernissage Thursday, January 25th, 6.00 pm
Salvatore Serio art gallery
Via Oberdan 8, Naples
Hours: Monday-Saturday 10.30am / 1.00pm - 4.30pm / 7.30pm
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