27 July 2020
2019 Parking I 24x32cm tecnica mista su carta

Monday 27th July 2020 – Parking

This weekend I went to visit my brother and his partner, who is pregnant. We stayed with them, who live in a small town near Vicenza, above an ancient distillery. It always strikes me how life truly is a continuous surprise, like a continuous line that never stops moving forward. I find my brother’s journey, its history, very represented in this work on the parking lot. A great American artist, William Congdon, said that “authentic art opens a wound, it […]
30 September 2019
2019 Parking dittico 140x240cm acrilico su tela

Monday 30th September 2019 – Parking

In this painting the color il like an explosion. It is a diptych of 140x240cm in total, mixed media on canvas. I used the very liquid color, throwing it on the canvas like water bombs that in such impact give off these so vital sprays. I like this freshness in color! Then I created this white line, which gives order to all those drips. In this last part of the year there are two important events: first of all I […]
29 July 2019
2019 Parking 20x20cm acrilico su tela

Monday 29th July 2019 – Parking

This Monday’s work is painted on a fabric that I found in a store a few days ago. As soon as I saw it I immediately fell in love with its elegance! This orange is a difficult color to create and so I started directly from the surface of the fabric to create this parking lot. I’m trying new solutions for the theme of empty parking lots in the former Alfa Romeo factory in Arese. When I paint a picture […]
1 April 2019
2019 Parcheggio 150x120cm tecnica mista su tela Francesco Zavatta Parking

Monday 1st April 2019 – Parking

Last saturday I went to Arese to see the tulip field, a truly beautiful sight. There was a lot of people and no parking so I had the idea of going to the large abandoned parking lot nearby, where the last of my works from the Parking cycle were born. Sometimes my work has a kind of unexpected utility! In this vertical painting the color is dripping: the drips in their ephemeral, fast and fragile aspect convey to me a […]