Vanni BRUSH - warehouse of memories

A representative of goodbyes.
Nave, plane, child who cries and salutes, perhaps little prince, front barone rosso, bicycle, shoe, coffeepot, bad girl, fierce wolf, automobile, facce assai brut, eagle, den, corvo, crow; I fall into the abyss of a nursery rhyme hyphenated images, paratactic, inventory, very contemporary, by Tàpies Cucchi passing Pozzati and scratches Luzzati, very old, by xenia paintings or mosaics of our ancestors through Latin naturamortisti abundant or lean by Boselli at Levoli De Pisis.
As in a game of monopoly each sheet drawn-painting Brush, clean soul indeed innocent but dirty dirty painting, compromised, polluted, each said sheet of these series of boundless variations and stays, This wrapping paper that is poor and it shows once rouge-faced plaster, talaltra elegant naked monacale, each sheet is infinite page of a book, hex, a calendar of thin flaking, troubled by the breath of life, shaken by the uncertain contours of their own figures, wandering choppy, allibite, iraconde, ma ordinate, rhythmic, Classic, basically still Italian, to tell that there was twice, even three, yea, four… Taken from the critical text of Eleanor Frattarolo

Volume published on the occasion of the exhibition "Vanni Brush. Storehouse of memories ": 12 November 2011 – 10 January 2012 | Aries artecontemporanea, Bologna