Year XVI-Issue,02-2000

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carlo Franza

Landscapes have ever been one of the most interesting prerogatives of the School of Veneto, since the Settecento with Marco Ricci and then Canaletto, Zuccarelli, Francesco Guardi and Tiepolo too.

Closer to us "the painters of Burano" or better the "School of Burano" established Gino Rossi, Umberto Moglioli and Pio Semeghi in 1913.

Successor of this artists group from Burano is the painter Giancarlo Novello, Venetian, a meaningful painter of Italian landscapes and more exactly of the Veneto ones.

Venetia caught on different hours, land and sea foreshortens, ships, Burano, hills, squares, houses, churches, all breathes clean and new, almost as a holiday.

So he's a painter linked to the Venetian painting and not only strictly lagoon, but he is present as well within the so called naturalists-impressionists featured by a sign and a sketch vibrating as the mobility of children' eyes.

There's also the recover of the French post-impressionists lesson, but it is the school of Burano that influences him mainly, making him forget the extent it sets apart figuration nowadays.

All landscapes have an elegiac intonation converging into so much poetry and revealing a transparent psychology too, an almost imperceptible soul consonance.

Solar Mediterranean landscapes with that glazing of mists and the light beating inside reverberating thousand rains.

Novello chose a place between land and sea that is Burano, a landscape formed by the gardens and the channels of Burano, Mazzorbo and Torcello, with a sign all caught sur le motif and on particular moments.

Those are by Novello, a highly respected painter from Veneto, descriptions of life, joys, melancholies, neat in their richness of tones and colours, unforgettable architectonic foreshortens.

The exhibitions in the North Italy area and the presence in several museums of contemporaneous art make of him a landscape painter close to inwards conditions and frames of mind, with tonalities that taste sometimes of a spiritualised wait, sometimes of rife realism, whose whitish and bluish tones match not only the clear refinement but the fixity of a metaphysic glance that releases a stupefacient magic air or naiveté.

Well then Novello knows how to draw, as he knows how to paint, meaning that under every colour and outline there's a structure of the sign that argues the same ingenuous and sun landscape.

These sea foreshortens may and must surprise.

They rely on a free and infant sequence, irrational and emotional, turned limped and magic.

So then the daily matters of this painting are assimilated in a sole value, that is the village, the country, the marina, the ships ready for fishing, that way dug from the landscape between light and colour and also sodden with solitude. Everything vaporizes into a fragile poetry investing everything and giving everything life and heart, the same that brings any painter as Novello to make reality vibrating.