{"product_id":"franca-cassone-senza-titolo","title":"Franca Cassone - Untitled","description":"\u003cp\u003eWith this painter, you ride the winds of fairy tales that glide over the heights, over plains of woods and enchanted lakes. Magical power, sustained by tones that conform to the laws of the most authentic pictorial dispositions, hovers in her descriptions, whether landscapes, portraits, or choral depictions of astonished and sorrowful clowns: the power of axiomatic absorption in the subjects, in the logical reflections of interpretation and exposition. Having begun years ago with the pastel technique, maneuvering the material with deft touches, in realistic intuitions bordering, due to her innate sense of experiencing reality, on accentuated metaphysical traits and enlightened by a total and individualistic participation of the soul, present in the thrills, joys, and disturbances of everyday life, and culminating in oil portraiture, bringing primal experiences into a new conquest. Here, symbolism and explicit metaphysics go hand in hand, exposing that ancient and never-repressed desire—a fabulistic fervor that has remained attached to the branches of fantasy, to the elegiac dream of inventions, to open sentiment, to the mysterious attacks of events. The Freudian concept finds justification in Cassone's pronouncements, so human, fragile yet combative, nuanced yet generous with her contributions: the unpredictable awaits at every pole, and fears and disappointments follow one another, at times overwhelmed by Budelaerian or Kierkegardian anguish, but immediately blocked, in extreme defense, and countered by her mystical vision of time and things. All this flows across the canvas, and a Georgic air imprints its physiognomy in the face of the disintegration of an intolerant and frenetic humanity. Technically, in her search for personal identity, she has reached her goal: this reinvention might seem like a Felisarian repetition, but I would say more romantically feminine, imbued, as I said, with the fairy tale and desire that are the baggage of children, but also of poets. Thus, a magical streak leaves the darkness unclear, and desperation has no image: a dreamy light translates the intent of transfiguration, taking on its own lyricism in the faded colors and absorbed tones. Now I know she also expresses herself in graphic art: intuitive, essential. And she tries her hand at sculpture: I saw one and read her old world in it. Her fingers, accustomed to staring, now adapt to shaping with the same intensity and enthusiasm, in the ever-more vivid search for the distant dream, yet one that is always present and vibrant, like her soul as a poet, insatiable in the air of her colors.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Sandre Massimiliano","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":56215684972930,"sku":"SANMA001","price":750.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0909\/7065\/3058\/files\/WhatsApp-Image-2020-04-01-at-12.51.03-1.jpg?v=1768428267","url":"https:\/\/cjfh11-ee.myshopify.com\/en\/products\/franca-cassone-senza-titolo","provider":"Venderequadri","version":"1.0","type":"link"}