Paolo Petrucci can receive the message sent by things, and he’s not ashamed by it. Despite the current climate of abstractionism at all costs, he constantly looks for something real, capable of provoking emotions that he can translate into a chromatic organism.
Since I first met him, his language has gradually matured, finding an inflexion of extreme conciseness, but his constant relationship with reality has never failed. Travelling backwards through his journey, we can easily find the emotional moments of his quest: now in New York, now in Northern Europe, now in Venice, now in Rome, and so on, all the stages of his wandering through the world, looking for an atmosphere worth translating into images.
From this journey through the south of Italy, whose main destination was Sicily, he brought home several paintings, of different sizes, in which he transferred the visions of a land that has charmed him with its barren fields, its ruins of a legendary ancient civilization, its towns illuminated by the mediterranean sun.
The canvas, chastised as always, behaved just like that light – the work has been created using wide frames of intense color, in synthetically abstracting shapes that display the country, towns and ruins hacked against the even light of still skies, in which you can feel the heat of a dazzling sun.
Several of these canvases, painted in a delicate scale of grays, display an unseen image of the island, shown in humid dawns veiled by a thin blue mist that shrouds the surrounding nature, and makes everything seems to be light as air.
What the painter evokes is a reality which is not free from the certainty of comparison, but it preserves that secret essence of truth which we can feel through our sentiments, rather than our senses.