Antonio Biancalani - 1948 - Italia
In each Biancalani's painting there is something that astonishes. A vase that had fallen onto the ground, and there next to it,some flowers scattered,naked women offering themselves either immodestly or falsely distracted;rolled up mattresses,twisted,abandoned,up against a wall,soaked in bodily liquids,dreams,exalting abbandon,solitude and suffering;beds like untidy altars where rites of life and death have been performed;objects from everyday life that you can see have lived and involve you.They are moments,visions,sensations that Biancalani captures with his quick but technically perfect painting,finished,and the picture becomes poetry. Biancalani's works speak, and move because the sobject are always real,meditated andpoetic; because the colours are alive and perfect; because the Artistis true.A work by Biancalani doesn’t decorate a wall it doesn’t make a room more beautiful,it illuminates the mind and the soul. This is why he is a painter who will live on.The landscapes,while being part of the great Tuscan tradition,also contain the torment of a person who loves those places and is part of them:the trees have the austerity of monuments;the skies the breadth and colours that only people in love can see.The chairs,the armchairs the tables that bold drapes or sheets,become eloquent witnesses of daily episodes of family life and,at the same time, mysterious and evocative images blocked in time. But,above all,the female nudes involve you harmonious bodies,relaxed,caught in positions that are never tense.