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I
emerge myself in Salvatore Giambanco’s chomatic universe and the
emotional impact is immediate, passionate almost violent .
The canvanes impose themselves with their intensity and they remind
me of what they once were, white canvas....
That
canvas which is absence of colour and at the same time the possibility of
being every colour, nothing and bondless, emptiness and with infinite
possibilities to contain a stroke, a sign, a splash of colour, an
exesperience, an emotion.... That white canvas has been attacked, stroked,
possessed, loved, trasformed by a capable alchemist: a man generous
with a images and stories, memories and fantasy....
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