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Roberto Ferri, Naiade, oil painting

Roberto Ferri, Tristezze della Luna, Oil Painting 

At first glance, I thought these were paintings by some strangely obscure Renaissance Painter I’d weirdly, very weirdly never heard of. And then I discovered that Roberto Ferri was born in Italy in 1978. This sort of work (modern version) isn’t always my thing. I often find paintings of mythic subjects to be entirely too romantic, but these are not. The bodies are real bodies with strange elements, painted as though Caravaggio were at the brush. They’re almost photographic, but the light is more beautiful than real light.

– Roberto Ferri, Fascilus Descensus Averno, oil painting

That’s the fantastical element of the great Renaissance painters, to my eye, anyway – the sun shining, the candles lighting the room, emit a light that has no relevance to reality. This light makes every normal – albeit beautiful – body look as though it was made inside an oyster. And all the nudes have dirty feet and callouses, angels who’ve spent time walking. I have a soft spot for that. 

La Musa Unquieta