Amatizi Evaldo was born in 1975 in Rome but of Marche origin.
In the first years of carefree life, he fed infinitely on continuous backward journeys, from the city of Rome, to his native country, in the province of Ascoli Piceno, during the holidays of his parents: simple state employees who never let him miss anything.
Woods, healthy living, simple games, were a watershed between a city life and a country life. But also tales of a past life. Tales of grandparents told how the Germans blew up the bridge of the neighboring country or when they fled to Rome on foot walking at night to escape enemy planes. Stories that gave a time and a soul to everything around him in childhood.
So was his life for all elementary schools. Always a watershed between the real world made of tasks and duties and games where time no longer had fixed rules. More than spending the days playing ball with his teammates, time often spent isolating himself in a world of his own that, in time, would become his real home.
An imaginary place to live and breathe.
As self-taught, some results have been seen. In fact, in 1999 he distinguished himself with the "Moscow" prize for literature by writing "illusory disappointments" a small monologue dedicated to the relationship that ended badly with a woman. You could write beautiful things and suffer like a dog: the two moods coexisting in one body.
In 2001 he decided to enroll in the illustration academy. But only after much hesitation, and years spent as self-taught.
Anyway, we needed a confrontation to move forward. New techniques to discover, fears to set aside or cover with a layer of paint.
He attended "The Academy of Illustration" from 2001 to 2004. the exercises were constant and the technique was not lacking.
The idea of the constant moving line is something of futurists and you can read it, another thing is to live it on your shoulders. When images come alive, lines become the true backbone of a visual language.
From 2008, he spent two days a week collaborating with the art gallery "Cassiopea"
With the Cassiopea we were doing the preparation of paintings and the creation of flyers.
Design exhibitions for which he has also participated in several of these.
been born on January 11 1975. I don't want to speak to third person. I am me. point and enough. what allows me perplexed in to document my biography is always that to believe that the trial of the life both something linear... been born in that day, you/he/she has made some schools, you/he/she has frequented... all forgery. the peggior examination of his/her own life can be compressed in a second.
come unico posto dove poter dipingere, uso un garage.
un artista è come un uomo gigante o piccolissimo: tutto quel che c'è in una casa normale non gli è utile....
divani, frullatori.....per chi vive le cose già create.
per chi deve creare, le creazioni di due secoli di invenzioni sono solo ostacoli.
il garage è il posto che per me si avvicina ad un ambiente umano.
the garage is the only place where you can paint, therefore, you can use a garage.
an artist is like a giant or tiny man: all that there is in a normal house is not useful ....
sofas, blenders ..... for those living things already created.
for those who must create the creations of two centuries of inventions are only obstacles.
The garage is the place for me comes close to a human environment.
nato l' 11 gennaio 1975.
non voglio parlare in terza persona. sono io. punto e basta.
quello che mi lascia perplesso nel documentare la mia biografia è sempre quella di credere che il processo della vita sia qualcosa di lineare...
nato in quel giorno, ha fatto delle scuole, ha frequentato...
tutto falso. il peggior esame della propria vita può essere compresso in un secondo e neppure uno se ne accorge subito.
si possono frequentare scuole e non essere per nulla ad un passo più avanti della propria evoluzione.
la linearità di una biografia mi opprime.
posso dire che è un lungo e lungo viaggio se si guarda al presente ma se si ha la voglia di osservare indietro. solo un attimo.
born on 11/01/1975...
all false. the worst examination of one's life can be compressed into a second and even one notices it right away.
you can attend school and not at all to be one step ahead of their evolution.
the linearity of a biography overwhelms me.
I can say that it is a long, long journey if you look at this, but if you have the urge to look back. just a moment.
Evaldo.
è proprio la pazienza d iascoltare che mi porta a non scrivere più molto. poi immagino che come è difficile per me scrivere su uno schermo bianco lo sarà anche per chi leggerà.
la pittura in fondo non tradisce mai. è come un contratto scritto. a suon di logica niente mi sembra più falso delle parole. ma in un mondo di estroversi vincenti, chi tace ha sempre qualche cosa da nascondere o qualche problema.
perciò mi resta la pittura per comunicare sempre ammesso che oggi in un mare di messaggi si abbiano più bottiglie nel mare che acqua.
it is the patience of iascoltare which leads me to not write much anymore. then imagine that how difficult it is for me to write on a blank screen will be for those who read it.
painting the bottom never betrays. is like a written contract. to the sound of logic seems to me nothing more false than words. but in a world of extroverts winners, those who keep silent always has something to hide or some problem.
so I left the painting to communicate always admitted that today in a sea of posts you have more bottles in the sea water ..
I have seen stones eroded by the wind, weak but constant...tides give submarine, the boredom of a continuous to always be repeated of equal days and the anxious thing is that at the end that how worn-out and that it brings to the loss of desire to live or to fight is only an air of indifference, of ordinary resignation, an atmosphere rather than done salient. The water and the wind erode worse the rock of an earthquake..
Part of my job is the result of studies on the Futurism. in my pictures, the hard lines that divide the bodies in more parts, are those that are represented by the rules in the life. Impassable rules of the society that tear to pieces the individual in more parts.
I have always had the perception of the individuals that you/they succeed in also dividing to his/her own inside holding a magnificent order. I feel that I have failed in this and I leave of this anguish of mine a graphic inheritance.
In reality I more clearly see always in the life the opposite marked. the most obvious of these is the division among poor and rich. but there are others as of it. there are not those tones of humanity that attenuate the contrasts anymore. The smiles are contrasted to the tears and the space that it separates them more and more you/he/she is tightened more and more, lacking
The glass has lost its internal unity while remaining all the pieces together and i feel roughly so. Not slipped while remaining together. I remember an ancient roman who urged the people not to rebel against the Roman Senate because it would have been like if the members affect your body damaging themselves too. OR Muzio Scevola that you burned the hand that had not hesitated to stab his enemy; blessed those who live by bread alone because sunset something to put under the teeth will be.
09/05/2008 Mostra personale di “Evaldo Amatizi” presso la Galleria d’Arte moderna Alba.
18/11/2009 Partecipazione alla collettiva “Collusioni e collisioni d’arte” Villa Gualino, Torino
18/04/2009 mostra collettiva presso la galleria Cassiopea “astrattismo naturalismo”
09/04/2010 partecipazione alla mostra collettiva presso la Cassiopea “Dalla figurazione alla libera astrazione”
21/05/2010 Mostra collettiva presso la Cassipea “L’arte non è morta”
04/06/2010 Mostra “Le tre S: Simboli, Segni e Sogni” presso la Cassiopea
18/06/2010 mostra “La violenza e l’arte” presso la galleria Cassioipea
09/09/2011 partecipazione al complesso dei Dioscuri del Quirinale.
Dal 06 al 17/02/2010 Commistioni d’arte presso la galleria Cassiopea, Roma
05/07/2010 Mostra di pittura presso l’enoteca Le giare.
2011 Diploma di partecipazione “festa di primavera”
22/01/ 2011 Mostra internazionale Casa di Dante
05/05/2012 Mostra di arte sacra “S’offrire”
02/12/2012 Mostra collettiva "Make Love With Us! – Loverismo³”.all'Antica Biblioteca Valle (Largo del Teatro Valle 9, Roma
03/02/2013 "Jesus Died in Las Vegas, presso il circolo degli Artisti a Roma Metacontemporanea, Loverismo e Lartepiù
