Monday, 23 April 2012

Cuesmes, July 1880 Vincent Van Gogh wrote to Theo the famous thought of the bird in a cage

Paint by me, oil on canvas - Prisoner

"A caged bird in spring knows perfectly well that there is some way in which he should be able to serve. He is well aware that there is something to be done, but he is unable to do it. What is it? He cannot quite remember, but then he gets a vague inkling and he says to himself, “The others are building their nests and hatching their young and bringing them up,” and then he bangs his head against the bars of the cage. But the cage does not give way and the bird is maddened by pain. “What a idler,” says another bird passing by - what an idler. Yet the prisoner lives and does not die. There are no outward signs of what is going on inside him; he is doing well, he is quite cheerful in the sunshine.

But then the season of the great migration arrives, an attack of melancholy. He has everything he needs, say the children who tend him in his cage - but he looks out, at the heavy thundery sky, and in his heart of hearts he rebels against his fate. I am caged, I am caged and you say I need nothing, you idiots! I have everything I need, indeed! Oh! please give me the freedom to be a bird like other birds!

A kind of idler of a person resembles that kind of idler of a bird. And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don't know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.

I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don't think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?

Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives. Moreover, the prison is sometimes called prejudice, misunderstanding, fatal ignorance of one thing or another, suspicion, false modesty".

At this time, Vincent was 27 year old

Vincent van Gogh. Letter to Theo van Gogh. Written July 1880 in Cuesmes.
Translated by Mrs. Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, edited by Robert Harrison

There are many situations that make us prisoners, illness, loneliness, society today, injustice, indifference, racism, misunderstanding, censorship and so on ...

This painting is dedicated to all those people who are made ​​captive to one of these things. This work is dedicated to us all with much love.

Paint by me, oil on canvas - Prisoner

Paint by me, oil on canvas - Prisoner

Paint by me, oil on canvas - Prisoner

Saturday, 21 April 2012


Wildflowers from Maggia Valley, Swiss - April 21, 2012

Friday, 13 April 2012

Vincenzo Cangiano - solo exhibition "Costruirsi uno spazio dallo spirito all'anima"

"Costruirsi uno spazio dallo spirito all'anima" is the title of the next solo exhibition of Vincenzo Cangiano editet by the art-critic Luciano Bonanni and meaning "building a space from the spirit to the soul"

OPENING Friday 20 April 2012 at 5 pm until 10 pm.

duration of the exhibition: From April 20 to 30 - 2012

Galleria Altrarte
Via dei Latini 30/A, Rome, Italy

invitation to the exhibition
invitation to the exhibition

Vincenzo Cangiano
Painter, poet, sculptor.
Living in the historic district of San Lorenzo in Rome.
Numerous solo and group exhibitions.
He was art-curator "Fabbri Editore" and fairy-tale writer and art critic.
Vincenzo Cangiano has exhibited with the most important italian contemporary artists such as:
Guttuso and Schifano.

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Rainy day

Rainy days, melancholia... soft and plush blanket

Rivapiana - Lago Maggiore, from my pics diary