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VICTORIA DRAGONE Giovanni Cavazzon - the sacred message behind art Nude bodies of women with their
voluptuous beauty are what we find in the works by Giovanni Cavazzon. There are
images inspired by mythology (Daphne and Aphrodite), and the modern woman
with her sinuous curves sensually posing and awaiting, lying languid and
dreaming on the reef or relaxing after having a bath on a silk sheet folded
around her seductive figure. The painter takes us beyond the
esthetic impact. He tries to make his way into the complexities of human
nature, be they divine or mortal, spiritual or material by playing with the
contrast between light and shade. The traditional setting gives way
to a sort of double personality on an only level and contrasting a real,
lively and materially vigorous woman with a warm body pulsating from the
fluid harmony of her flesh and a woman who is diaphanous, static, motionless,
unreal, immaterial and as fleeting as a dream, as if moulded in a rosy fog. These parallel levels, where the
colour black is set against white or red, can be found in almost all of the
paintings: Sunflowers (Girasoli), Fence (Recinto), Wall (Muro), The Pumpkin
(La zucca), In the Vegetable Garden (Nell’orto), Gate (Cancello), Nostalgia
(Nostalgia) or in the sketch entitled Hands (Mani). This is the artist’s way
of discovering once again that intimate link among things and to unravel the
hidden mystery behind appearances. As a woman I feel his art very
close to the female soul, to the enigma of femininity, which proves
unpenetrable for many. As you get closer to the artist to
get to know him better, his heart opens up like the doors leading into his
studio, one by one and in silence. He turns into a father presenting his
works with tacit pride as if they were his children, and without taking any
notice of the enthusiasm in others. He awaits until your interest has been
quenched and then takes you into a different room where one’s many questions
elicit an infinity of interpretations in which the accuracy of sketching
meets the magic of colour. And finally, loaded with
representations you think you have seen all there is to see, and yet you hear
a distant voice echoing that there still is more, perhaps a secret of the
soul, perhaps a surprise, but only for those who have earned it. And suddenly
your curiosity is unleashed as you follow him in earnest wait. In a rectangular area there is a
Last Supper (L’Ultima Cena) vertically positioned. A blinding light streams
across the painting embracing you in a divine atmosphere which is out of the
ordinary for a moment making you forget what you have seen instances earlier.
Jesus, drenched in light, sits at the head of the table, his arms are raised
towards the sky to receive the flow of brilliant rays, similar to lightning,
which disperse over the small group. The Apostles seem to be pressed by a
weight, one gets the feeling they want to flee from those golden arrows
driving deep into their conscience. The artist’s face lights up when he
says: “There is nothing profane in my paintings, it is like a liturgy in
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