A rainy Sunday afternoon, autumn by now begun … I was very sleepy, and to overcome it I painted a sleeping woman.
The room is illuminated by the inevitable lunar presence that reveals hidden presences in the shadows.
Who are those presences?
Are they malicious or benevolent?
The spectator decides and interprets the scene and is personally called to unravel the mystery of the painting.
I recovered an old canvas as I often do, painted with materic acrylic; it was an abstract.
In these cases, I use the old painting as a preparation.
The frame, recovered too, was gilded and contained a gilded oval in its turn with the image of a Madonna.
I cleaned the frame, applied the silver leaf, and then, not satisfied, I preferred to apply a patina with the color first black and then red to resume the dark tones of the painting.