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How are our thoughts shaped? What rhythm do they follow? Some answers are found in Bruno Biondi’s work. Repetitive unswerving lines, engrossed to obsession, imperfect, occasionally free or liberated, sometimes isolated, sometimes adjoined by other lines where the expectation is that they may eventually meet in that human/non-human space that is infinity. Linearity pervades all material and formal spaces of Bruno Biondi’s pictorial work. Repetition, obvious and insistent, is not only gestural or material experimentation; it is an exploration to transcend one’s own thoughts through form and order. Concepts require urgent arrangements, putting them in sequence to rationally fill bi-dimensional space. This is the root of liberation and access to the paths of infinity. The works of Bruno Biondi are created with full-bodied materials, acrylic, sawdust, construction material: substantive and solid matter that encompass the opposing ethereal mental dynamism. He excels in experimenting and measuring materials rationally. From hand-made drafts to their transposition on large formats, the approach is invariably rigorous leading him to score, scrape and occasionally furrow materials. Not much is left to pictorial instinct; rather the essence is prior analysis, deep interior -possibly painful- introspection before a large empty support, a support to be composed of psychic elements before they are devised to tangible form. Works are bred through catharsis and an urgency to materialise thoughts. Thoughts which become vertical concepts (aiming for infiniti, becoming greater than themselves) on a canvas, and through imagination grow out of their base, forever liberated. Communication through pictorial art is achieved via signs, a phraseology more than a language. Signs have greater meaning than the words of any language, are ambiguous by nature and open to a variety of interpretations by the beholder (however correct it may be). Bruno Biondi’s artistic work communicates with a singular sign: the linear line. With this fascinating primitive concept, yet declined with extreme perfection and refinement, he transmits the difficulty of existing and resisting on the path of mental elaborations that materialise and become an ensemble of concepts. Bruno Biondi relates his psychic world with a language of signs, as if we were deaf, a different line of communication, without lace, via the vertical metric of signs. The message is not immediate. But once the constant linear rhythm is overcome, one realises that every straight line has its own story, developing its own energy, concept and matter.