GIAMPIERO MONTANARI / pittore e scultore

Every moment is full of past, one’s own time can be lived again by tracing back a path: the imagination can be put in motion by reading poetry about the transience of a withered flower, life can be recontructed by looking over a letter written many years ago, in faded ink, with barely perceptible words that evoke an ancient love. Montanari does not plunge into things like a stranger might, he is in the element of that which he sees and hears.