Vision in being.
Giuliano Dal Molin
Betrayals of matter,
serpiginous colour variations
encounters of powdery
essences.
The surface is saturated, upon
reawakening after the long
classic sleep,
in a vitreous movement
self-shielding,
monochromatic defence,
of innocent powder.
they are almost
set aside, there herded against the walls,
seducing
the virginal whiteness,
dressed only in colour, like Venus wrapped
up in the soul, in a vain act
of support to the instability
of perception.
It is a room of monochrome
absolutes surrounded by columns
that are none other than admirable
intentions of substance covered by a
seductive mask,
springboard for the ex-stasis
relic of origins, but
perhaps also aesthetic judgments.
Here you find yourself
in a sort of silent
valley of the temples where the magical
game of art becomes
universal sedimentation
and the noise of the revolting
logorrhoea of à la page dialectics just a
memory of the poetic manifestation
of an unidentified category
of being,
dramatic representation
of existence, mimesis
of another place,
beyond they present themselves,
beyond the fleeting possibility
of colour
beyond the everyday
perishing of the light
beyond where the idea
translates into vision….
unexpected possibility
of the absolute.
Enclosed in the search for
matter, in a lengthy process,
whose phases remain uncertain and
obscure, Giuliano Dal Molin
discovers and reveals the sacred meaning
of life and death and like a
Greek poet, allows to transpire
in the motionless kineticism that
permeates his works, the signs of
heroic times when they fought
against the witticism of eternity.