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PAOLA
BELTRAME
from:
Horses
with tender looking eyes among the portraits by Cavazzon – A
journey beyond women
Women
and horses: pride, tenderness, and the force of elegance. Giovanni
Cavazzon, the painter of women and sensitive portraitist, has a
surprise in store for the next edition of “Paliodonna” in
Udine. The artist who brought the “standard” which stands for
the victory palio (the serene nudity of a woman, composed
sinuousity of the steed: hair, mane, tale blowing in the wind),
the portraitist who bewitched and was bewitched by famous women,
from Paola Borboni to Dalila Di Lazzaro, could he have not yielded
to the charm of this event?
And here we have Elisa Gagliardi
Mangilli, noble and kindred to champions in this beautiful sport,
beautiful and good, at the center of one of Cavazzon’s works of
art for “Paliodonna”. Truly in the middle, in the sense that
the portrait of this captain appears among other portraits of
marvelous horses. Yes, portraits. Each horse with its own
particular psychology. Tender and trustworthy eyes, cleverly
docile and proud. In Cavazzon’s portraits we cannot miss the
“eyes” within which there lie a relationship of authenticity
with the person portrayed. We have recently seen them at Colonos
di Villacaccia. An art gallery portraying the serene eyes of old
age in the artist’s mother and those of Paola Borboni and
Gastone Moschin.
These are portraits “non-portraits”, for
they avoid fixity of space and time. Instead of giving away the
context they are merely prompting it (a clear sign of Cavazzon’s
background in theater scenography). Doubles, quite often, between
the smile and the thoughtfulness of a child, between sulkiness and
happiness; between reality and its shadow. A cartoon game. Never
an ambiguous double. On the contrary, more authentic, even in
their movements.
Serenity and caring irony. Even self-irony
in the cumbersome “seal” present on each portrait (“Giovanni
Cavazzon Artefix”). Could this be in spite of those inconvenient
purchasers and of those pretentious critics? If it really is in
spite, it is truly insignificant, as love prevails in Cavazzon.
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