10 June 2019
2019 trittico Stazione Centrale 31x69cm olio su carta

Monday 10th June 2019 – Central Station

I find the theme of the departure very fascinating and Milan Central Station is a place I’ve always looked at. In this triptych oil on paper, my eyes let themselves be surprised by the shadows that followed one after the other until the exit of the gallery of the Railway Station. Every day I discover a new light, which is not only the search for the perfect brushstroke (that many times does not arrive), but sometimes it is simply the […]
15 July 2019
2019 Stazione Centrale Trittico olio su carta 50x105cm

Monday 15th July 2019 – Central Station

The Central Station in Milan is a crossing point where everything happens quickly. In this artwork I wanted to use a black oil pastel, with the turpentine and a flat brush, trying to convey that sense of movement that the place aroused in me. A single vanishing point leads to the exit of the tunnel, with the architecture of the station just mentioned above and on the side the two masses that indicate the presence of the trains. The light […]
21 October 2019
2019 Stazione Centrale I 24x32cm tecnica mista su carta

Monday 21st October 2019 – Central Station

In this artwork on paper about the Milan Central Station you can see the Frecciarossa trains in motion and the architecture in the background of the station, with the respective lines of the empty tracks. Painting the places I live allows me to break the ice that there is c when I have to start a new artwork. These directions and perspective lines are an innovation of this artwork and also others that will be present at the OPEN SPACE exhibition, […]
25 November 2019
Francesco Zavatta Trenord 50x105cm tecnica mista su carta 2019

Monday 25th November 2019 – Trenord

The Central Station of Milan is a place of transit, where memories and moments of waiting mix very quickly. In this triptych painted in oil on paper, I deliberately created those empty detachments between one sheet and another just because they conveyed to me a feeling of detachment, of tearing and at the same time of breath. The central signage, so white and well defined, is the direction towards which my eye tends and strikes me as all the lines […]