Mamma, io e Margherita
Aaron Walz's MIDI
"Remember"
My life and my cat Camille

You have wants of inebriarti of light. This is the feeling strongly of forehead to the acquarelli of Maddalena Caruso. If to this we add the good poetica dose, then all it is magical suggestione.the works reflect a mind that totally believes in the art as instrument of moral and human elevation and is to the constant search of the mythical illusions of mother nature. The chromatic fluctuations of its landscaped works make to spread the light in its Lucania, the magical north of Norway and the ponds salmastri of the Camargue. Its figures are always composed and its personality wants to impose a development graduates them and logical to the own experience and maturity. We are convinced, in particular for this artist, than the best book review it must come from people through the presence, the interest and the argument. M.M.



Mamma e papà
Lucania
di Maddalena Caruso
Viottoli
pietrosi,
polverosi,
lo scalpitio del ciuco
dalla corta criniera,
le mie deste narici
inebriate
dall'odore narcotizzante del fieno.
Uno scenario
di sinfonie di verdi cangianti
si apre
ai miei occhi incantati.
La meta agognata.
Una grotta forgiata
da abili mani;
incerta,
scruto
l'oscurità del profondo,
mi inebria
l'odore del vitigno muschiato.
Una fiammella
l'arcaico gesto rituale
per un istante
mi rende
commensale di Bacco.
 
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