Painting, a way to portray the inner core and the internal essence of things by the a skilful application of craftsmanship, is indeed a means of expression that does not wear with time, and that cannot be subdued by the demands of fashion, or by the several models which are obsessively imposed by the culture of the ephemeral.
Cavalieri, faithful by vocation to the original principles of painting, as a natural choice finds himself walking along the iconographical trails of the Irish culture and of the Celtic world in general, elected by him as the best suited place to tell the ineffability and the and vital strength of the spirit.
His landscape rises to the sphere of manifestation of energy and atmosphere which, beyond the dull appearance of day-to-day life, is throbbing with the secrets of Nature that is always about to reveal the unknown. Likewise, the landscaper roams into the corners of a deep and forsaken Dublin, thus getting the opportunity to tell the story and troubles of mankind which is often overwhelmed and dazed by the fumes and noises of the metropolis, or by the icy loneliness that this can produce in the soul. The images, that are pervaded by a all penetrating and enveloping silence, ultimately call for the observer’s response; that is the complement of his imagination without which the work would remain unfinished and secluded in a sort of magic, persuasive discretion. The veil of such meditated silence is the painter’s expedient to safeguard strenuously his work from any interference that may unsettle the quiet and melody congealed in the colours that are at times vivid or dull, and in the luminescence that recalls at times that of down or that of twilight.
In short, Cavalieri knows how to get inside the contemporary world without fear of getting lost: on the contrary, he is determined to discover the hidden diamonds inside the thick depths of matter, that clear, precious stone that shines under the garments, or sometimes the tragic mask, of the tangible word. Along this artistic route, modernity looks like the eternal resurfacing in man, of that which can never be suppressed, and his daily aspiration to know the world, in order to achieve in the end the core of the becoming, the deep Being and the Words vibrating within us; maybe this mystery can only be expressed by the timeless eloquence of Art.

Deirdre Nolan