Alberto Parres
I was writing down some lines for this “Solo Show of Alberto”, my first thought was to write something difficult and complex, the reasoning behind this was supposed to be twirled around itself, this was the intention, would it have found vanishing points and breath outside the canvas? Suddenly an enlightenment, a whisper in my ear telling my to write and here is my Icarus stimulant findings of the sky on a blank page: in the light colours of the rainbow we discover the iris entirety, at the end of a thunderstorm the air is much lighter and fresher, Parres’s works are the essence of lightness, are a gust of wind after a rainfall, they raise in the sky communicating with space and light, the sponges which he uses to pass several layers of color on his canvases are like rainbows of his soul. In ancient art as in contemporary art, light, is internal to the framework and canvas, only in this way, art is vibration, it touches our optic nerve, the pleasure of light is a river that wraps around the senses, Alberto’s invisible colours can be heard in the silence of a softly lit room. Color is an invisible friend, although always present.
Alberto’s painting is like a mouth-watering vanilla slice, you recognize the intensity of the colours that creates the harmony of the artwork, a layer of cream, and one of chocolate magically absorbed by the color and so on.. The gold and black, order and disorder, rationality and irrationality: To understand the light we are compelled to cross through darkness. Irrationality feeds rationality and can not live without each other. Ravenna’s byzantine art created the mystic of metaphysics, figures were outlined by the artists against the gold of the celestial vault, the shadows of Parres, or the friendly spirits of the artist rises up from colour, magically absorbed from colour, are nothing else but a big question mark facing the immensity of the universe, an ecstatic astonishment consisted in thin veils, that challenges the law of gravity, it is the essence of our remains, the dust of our bodies, of our dreams and desires. Gold has the power of purification, the last element which aimed to the alchemic scale, the purification of the shadows passes through the gold. “ The Sound of the King ” has a golden taste, such as the first morning raise of light that reveals a glimpse of the sun. The light is life, but to understand life it is necessary to consider every day the eventuality of death, it is essential to have met death and danced with her at least once the dance of love...
