Angelo BellobonoMappa Appennino
project room
curated by Elisa Del Prete and Silvia Litardi
with the participation of Chris Rocchegiani, Davide D’Elia and Beatrice Meoni
project room
curated by Elisa Del Prete and Silvia Litardi
with the participation of Chris Rocchegiani, Davide D’Elia and Beatrice Meoni
Angelo Bellobono‘s painting tells the story of a five-year journey over the Apennine mountain range, whose symbol is the city of L’Aquila. The artist’s journey, which began in solitude at the Capanna Charles Moulin refuge on Monte Marrone, was then nourished by encounters with people and territories, expert hikers and farmers, animals and protective deities, and then poured onto the canvas through a process of memory, experience and experimentation.
Large canvases invade the space according to an irregular rhythm that recalls the unstable balance typical of the mountain experience. The artist invites the visitor to take a step into the landscape itself, capturing its unevenness, its precarious balance, its changing proportions, and in which to search for details of matter while remaining suspended between a lightly applied colour and an impromptu pictorial gesture.
The exhibition continues at the Fondazione Giorgio de Marchis Bonanni D’Ocre Onlus where works are exhibited that retrace the entire Linea1201 project, the residency programme spread across the Apennine territory that, in the summer of 2020, brought the artist to work in the mountains, from the Mainarde to Mount Alpi, then in the Samoggia Valley in Emilia-Romagna up to the Monti della Laga. The last stop was Amatrice, where the artist chose to bring together three other artists who relate to painting in different ways: Chris Rocchegiani, Davide D’Elia and Beatrice Meoni. The exhibition represents the dialogue shared by the four artists during their residency, through the contact of works created side by side in the temporary studio at the Casa della Montagna that hosted them.
In the words of Angelo Bellobono:
After more than two years spent inhabiting it, encountering it and searching for it, the time has come for painting to compose or decompose itself into a pictorial distillate, an Aeolus wineskin pulsating with steps, air, woods, heights, wounds and encounters. For me, seeing my painting in an exhibition is a temporary stop from which I must then start again, because I know that the painted landscape is a pretext for a real encounter.