EVEN WITHOUT TRUE EYES …
Angelina has its house election in the
intense landscape of lights and shadows of Trieste.
It seems that from there take home those
women creatures from its clean and precise contours. But
even more obvious is the unreality of his images, as
they are suspended between the bidimensionality absolute
enigmaticity in the eyes of those creatures. Trapped
creatures, interspersed with, locked in a prison from
which lines have no intention of leaving. Not the
matter, their eyes, but without real eyes, it further,
beyond the two-dimensional plane in which they are
relegated, filled with a nobility that there is unknown.
A. R. Seems to cling tenaciously to his
life, the Nordic origins, the land of his mother, the
Netherlands, which echoes in the memory looks cool, but
apparently absent. And 'very likely that his art,
without the experience of the matter which is decorated
faces, then professional makeup for cinema, fashion
shows, video, it would certainly have a very different
path. Crete, gold, amaranth, campiture nuanced and
sinuous lines that make us think of a mascara that
surrounds eyes otherwise empty and without expression.
But we go back to art, we are reminded of
the Mitteleuropa of Egon Schiele, and we own inside,
Trieste, but in a more torment content, filtered by a
sensitivity grown in Italy, which leads into the
Mediterranean colours, the wind and the sea of Trieste.