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 “E’ nel senso scenografico dell’arte astratta che si  palesa la vera qualità artistica nelle immagini di onirica creatività e nell’incantata apparenza della figura umana, dove la visione è sollecitata da un cromatismo indefinito ed aereo nelle trame informali per aprirsi all’immaginario dell’inconscio collettivo con un singolare simbolismo espressivo, mentre liriche lontananze e magiche riflessioni segrete svelano un’imprevista ed idealistica spazialità per un nuovo filone d’arte.”

Dott.ssa Carla d’Aquino Mineo, critica d’arte. 

Quella di Marco Bagatin è una pittura che presenta le mappe di un personaggio interiore, un atlante dissecato, riarso con mappali di terre scabre, deserte, con strane improvvise e diffuse luminescenze, quasi nebbie crepuscolari rischiarate dall’interno da luci segrete, con l’esplosione di cretti prodotti da un arsura non meno interiore, non meno sotterranea in un continuo rimandare tra superficie del visibile, dell’apparenza e un sottosuolo che si intuisce, che preme, che forza, pronto ad esplodere, ad eruttare, le cui gallerie, i cui cunicoli, le cui vie nascoste non si possono che intuire o meglio che presagire. Le vere vie, i fiumi come arterie e vene, le correnti sono al di sotto di questa crosta che è anche però pelle martoriata, ustionata, ulcerata, scorza butterata, graffiata, rinsecchita quasi corteccia scarnificata.                                                                                                            Dott Antonio Castellana,  critico d’arte 

 

 

                                                       Is in the scenographic sense of abstract art that the true artistic quality is revealed in the images of dreamlike creativity and in the enchanted appearance of the human figure, where the vision is stimulated by an indefinite and aerial chromatism in the informal plots to open up to the imaginary of the collective unconscious with a singular expressive symbolism, while lyrical distances and magical secret reflections reveal an unexpected and idealistic spatiality for a new line of art. “

Dr. Carla d’Acquino Mineo, art critic. 

 

 

 That of Marco Bagatin is a painting that presents the maps of an interior character, a dissected atlas, parched with maps of rough, deserted lands, with strange sudden and diffuse luminescences, almost crepuscular mists illuminated from within by secret lights, with the explosion of cracks produced by a heat no less interior, no less underground in a continuous return between the surface of the visible, the appearance and a subsoil that can be sensed, which presses, what strength, ready to explode, to erupt, whose tunnels, whose tunnels, whose hidden streets one can only guess or better than predict. The real streets, the rivers like arteries and veins, the currents are underneath this crust which is also, however, battered, burned, ulcerated skin, pockmarked, scratched, withered rind almost stripped bark.                                                                                                             Dr Antonio Castellana, art critic                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

 

 

 

 

 

 

On a wooden table I wanted to create a fake marble, and the image of a man who tries to get out of the matter and says to be silent, especially in this historical period where the planet should speak less and do more. The material used is lime with a spatula, while the image was made in ink by transfer, setting it between the processes. Everything was polished with a hot iron and a protective coat as the final coat. To the touch it seems to touch a marble without any overlap. At first glance, observing the work is not a clear image, however, by carefully lingering and concentrating, you understand the image that I want to represent, creating an explosive emotion in me, with the aim that it is also for those who observe it. As long as I am inspired, the image will always be the same, while the colors will change every time, to make my paintings unique and unrepeatable.

 

“It is in the scenographic sense of abstract art that the true artistic quality is revealed in the images of dreamlike creativity and in the enchanted appearance of the human figure, where the vision is stimulated by an indefinite and aerial chromatism in the informal plots to open up to the imaginary of the collective unconscious with a singular expressive symbolism, while lyrical distances and magical secret reflections reveal an unexpected and idealistic spatiality for a new line of art. “

Dr. Carla d’Acquino Mineo, art critic. In reference to “Silence 02”.

 

 

 That of Marco Bagatin is a painting that presents the maps of an interior character, a dissected atlas, parched with maps of rough, deserted lands, with strange sudden and diffuse luminescences, almost crepuscular mists illuminated from within by secret lights, with the explosion of cracks produced by a heat no less interior, no less underground in a continuous return between the surface of the visible, the appearance and a subsoil that can be sensed, which presses, what strength, ready to explode, to erupt, whose tunnels, whose tunnels, whose hidden streets one can only guess or better than predict. The real streets, the rivers like arteries and veins, the currents are underneath this crust which is also, however, battered, burned, ulcerated skin, pockmarked, scratched, withered rind almost stripped bark.                                                                                                             Dr Antonio Castellana, art critic

 

 

 

 

 

 

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