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In the case of Bruno Biondi we should not speak about sculpture or painting, but artistic expression. You should not talk about strategies and art movements, but only and still about artistic expression. Material, as executive tool, does not concern traditional utensils, from the palette to the spatula, but Bruno Biondi ability to orchestrate spaces in two-dimensional sense, or to treat this material within the painting problem, helping him with other compounds to make us partakers of a contemporary artistic expression to life. The material is made of corrugated cardboard. A fragile material, moved by the rhythm and order a little predictable. The reliefs bend in chiaroscuro counterpoint without flashy inflections but with regular continuity, because that is what the initial form wants, the birth of form that makes him looks like a long staircase, the sea blown by the wind, the sky with layered clouds, a large flock united in anticipation. So comes into play Bruno Biondi: with materials that serve to mold material. The effect makes us observe usual forms as if they were new; images that are real through an action that takes place on the corruptibility of the phenomenal structure. The effect brings us dark colors, often used as background, which tend to emphasize a central part of the arworks. Dark colors but bright, with canals where air circulates, various dark colors, from sophisticated gray to compact smoke that cannot be touched, they are volatile, but that can be admired, they are poetic. On the robust surface parallel lines, vertical and horizontal, then strips and then geometric spaces, vibrating in balanced compositions, such as extreme purification of space without any narrative intrusion. This is how the paintings of Bruno Biondi borns, not like artworks to hang but as projects that need to be evalueted case by case, interpreted in details, in the constitutional compounds, as in the various materials applications, supports, adhesives, paints, colors, as in the antique shops where everything was prepared by hand following the precise instructions of the teacher, because the result cannot be left to chance. It is the renewal within the tradition. Art, is such that, when it becomes history, not a description of a useless past, but outlet on the present, so then it means progress. Art is when it tells you how it is the moment in which you live, when it becomes life. These artworks of which quivering and distilled concentrations, Bruno Biondi spring up, natural, as against all convention and they free themselves from the formal principle creating mutants feelings of time to time. They are evidence of an eccentric and linear reality that only symbolically borrows the material, to unite it, modulate it, making it become first mystery, then magic, and finally elevation. Elevation as creative hypothesis, new hypothesis of communication, different method of use of materials. Not a absolutely flat surface and infinite as the sideral space, but resized within reach human. Solcabile as a spacecraft, without prospects, as at the beginning of the history of painting, like a bird that takes advantage of the current, as a shepherd that counts his sheep looking at the woolly backs. But it is also dinamism, creationism of contemporary man. Not everything is tied to cardboard. Bruno Biondi opens at indented central elements, but even these modular. Born artworks with emblematic signs of reality in the space. The modules leave the surface to free themselves from the space of their jagged movements. A dynamic of art that involves the various theories, the condition of the material, the compression of the relationship between lightness and immanence. Introspective visions with shadows that sudden dilate themselves from the main motive, which is a mark engraved on the flat surface, enclosed in the womb to mature, to generate, grieved positioning in the native, distinguished by its pale, a symbolic value to abstract space, a form protected from the weather, where the fall physiognomy made wider meaning: framework in which you can probably guess, beyond any narrative barrier, the flash of poetry. The young artist is presenting into the opera the icon, the image of what it is his desire, his future progress, the intellectual and imaginative synthesis of his hopes, through the specifics of their essentiality and through the horizontal and the vertical lines and fields. The young artist finds recognition of his space, of his architectures, of his desire to be, of the strong ego, fount like floating multiplicity of a deafened reality. Bruno Biondi beyond the logic manifests its specific way of approaching the object of his interest. Of course uninterested in optical data, seeing to believe. He prefers a form of quiet fantasy, intellectually focused and stripped, internal language not yet spoken until reaching abstraction that is identified with freedom and with all the needs of the collective unconscious which afflict our time and our well-being. In the various crises of the vanguards and the various attempts to revive them again through various expedients and experiments, Bruno Biondi, starting from a commonly poor material, turns darkness into light and seeing into state of grace, to make his conscience about his original freshness, and his imagination, to make them all his own. A David without a sling; this artist that through the black of the dark on abstract coordinates of a boundless territory it is launched against the consumerist seriality, the mistification of feelings, the payment of thought. All in the name of art. 

Best wishes Bruno.