Aggiunto il 22 feb 2023
My name is Francesco Vianello (Venice, 1960) and I have lived in Italy in Venice, Milan and Pesaro/Urbino. I spent my childhood in close contact with two artists who concerned themselves respectively with cinema and photography of restoration of antique paintings and who have very much influenced my way of seeing reality.
Through these experiences I have developed a mode of research which has led me over time to collect thousands of images, many of which derived also from the rejects from the activity of restoration which, from my childhood, had fascinated me by their colours.
In maturity, I have gradually constructed a personal and unpublished pathway which has led me to amalgamate fragments of images of diverse materials (photographs, macros of inert and organic materials, thin sections of paintings, notices attached to the walls) in search of a personal point of chromatic equilibrium amongst the millions of possibilities that only a digital processing can offer. These techniques allow me to work via strong relationship of enlargement, pixel on pixel, a reality unknown and not perceptible to the human eye, seeking to involve the final observer in a world without time which embraces and distinguishes these works.
The identification of the old masters, for the majority observed by me, is sublimated in the contemporary through the stratifications that I use and the old brush strokes appear like geological strata which, after centuries, reemerge from the forgotten past through polarised light. I bring back to the public this additional information from the past uniting ancient art with the contemporary, building a bridge reinforced in its foundations by technology. I think of my work as a remix of paintings and material levels which draw us into a dream world in which the figurative dilutes into the abstract, in which the true nature of things, to paraphrase Bruce Chatwin, is not clouded by habitude and by the constraint of mental attachments.
To observe, to magnify, to modify means to go beyond that circumstantial reality which often bores the eye. Work becomes different from the existing, above all when objectivity becomes unrecognisable and the known is questioned. That technology changes on a daily basis, for a long time now, our existence is accepted but that art, due to this, may be able to create other worlds is often disputed, unacceptable. My consecrating the “déjà vu” begins with the ancient reverence to then enter into today’s world and to consequently abandon whatever image already produced and diffused. A fragment is microcosm which becomes macrocosm that contains the Universe, to unite with the rest transported by the power of the brightness of colour.