GIORGIO MORANDI
It's all art, it is. 'Natura Morta',
a funny way to say 'Still Life,'
in 1953. Wish I could have met
the guy. Bits of wood trapped in
eddies of a stream, going round
and round atop the water that
flows beneath them. Poor old
Giorgio died in '64, at 73.
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Mostly he stared at things,
transfixed, in his studio. They
were often arranged on a single,
high, tabletop that he had built
so he could work standing up.
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His 'bits of wood' in their equivalent
manner most often ended up woozily
drawn and always tenderly brushed
in muted colors - I think I've always
like his colors best. No chromatic
splashes or blazing pure tones. They
sort of 'look' repetitive, but never are.
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Each item could be the first and only
one, quietly struggling with the 'defining
problem' of pictorial representation; a
reduction of three dimensions to two.
Mostly these are all he ever worked
on, as if, every day, he had to go back,
to finally work things right. But it
can't be got right at all - reality, as it
is, at one with our perception of it.
An enchanter, he was, and with a
crackle to his work.
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