It has become difficult, nowadays, to pay attention to the things that every day, we are used to seeing, taking... Read More
It has become difficult, nowadays, to pay attention to the things that every day, we are used to seeing, taking them for granted.
How many people, day or night, look up into the deep sky thinking about what is incredible and infinite around us? How many reflect on our minimum size compared to everything that exists just outside our planet Earth? How many observe with transport the form and the pale light of the poetic nova?
I don't know, I would really like to know but few will honestly say their sincere thoughts and many will repeat the obvious words and speeches that only true poets really know how to do. Every so often I reflect on the creations of Lucio Fontana and Kengiro Azuma, on their concept of space, on what they wanted to tell us and that we have not yet understood. Art is a difficult and lonely road that many think they are making too much noise.
Pengpeng is a fine observer and many things do not escape his gaze. La nova has been observing her for years because she knows that her silent company has been and is a reassuring luminous presence, a nocturnal poetic reference. He observed, painted and photographed her because he wanted to be close to her, in silence, exploring her luminous formations from above, experiencing her as a never satiated navigator. Here they are, then, these works, these severe works that speak to us with elegance of the shapes of his nova, dreamed of many times and created just as he wished: an image capable of simply bewitching our eye.