A SESSION BY THE PSYCHOLOGIST
A SESSION BY THE PSYCHOLOGIST Who is Vanni?

Vanni

Are you comfortable in your psychologist's chair? I too .... I am comfortably stretched out on the sofa, strictly with my back to you ... ..
And then let's go!
Vanni “was born about…. twelve years old ”, many springs ago, thanks to an occasional and hasty gift from I don't remember who: an inexpensive box of wax crayons. After a not exactly loving relationship with elementary drawing, the doors of the shape and color that had so disturbed me in the first years of schooling reopen. But this time there are new elements: curiosity and discovery. There is no longer "the obligation to be good" and having to prove it to the teacher, but rather the comparison - completely personal - with new communication tools: colors. Result? Muddles that today would perhaps be labeled as “contemporary abstraction” …….
There is no continuity in the work but only occasional passages and resuming contact with that new world.
In some ways, even the sixties were difficult years ... ... the economy is recovering, the new consumerism ... but it was necessary to create the conditions to be able to take the train that would pass. ....... because, at that time, it was certain that it would pass: it was enough to undertake traditional training courses that would soon allow us to work and achieve what today we would call "ordinary well-being", all on the condition - obviously - that we allowed ourselves relaxation or adventures in fields for those unusual times such as an artistic path!
And then Vanni? What was Vanni doing in that context?
Vanni loved the world of art more and more and hoped, who knows, to one day even study it. But it was not so.
The study and work were followed by evenings on the kitchen table grappling with the first experiences with new tools: oil paints. A gift from my parents who had perhaps well understood my nature ……. I still keep that wooden box that was given to me… ..it is perpetually in my studio and I often glance at it affectionately grateful.
The oils had therefore taken the place of wax crayons and tried to assert themselves on canvases recycled several times with jute found, not bought, who knows where ... ..

The palette, illuminated by electric light, could only provide inexperienced and dark urban landscapes traced on abundant fields of brown (burnt umber, natural, bitumen ...) that suggested a not very reassuring picture of the city. Some of my family members still honor these early works by keeping a few hanging on their walls.
In short, the years pass and the passion for art grows and grows with ever new discoveries. Of course, when I talk about discoveries I mean my discoveries… .in reality I don't discover anything new… ..I am the one who sees new things and, with ever more attentive eyes, things that already exist. I will talk about this morbid curiosity that someone calls "stealing with the eyes" in another article of my blog.
Then my artistic spring broke out at a young age: Paris… ..the Ville Lumières …… do you remember that fantastic film by Woody Allen called “Midnight in Paris”? where the main interpreter experiences a carnal and dreamlike contact with most of the expressionist and avant-garde masters of the "Belle Epoque"? Infinite and alchemical sensations of admiration, amazement and contemplation followed one another for me too through a thousand itineraries in museums (God, how many there are in Paris), art galleries (an impressive quantity at the time), and private studios of affirmed contemporary expressionist painters …… .Cathelin, Hemeret, Hilaire, Gaveau, de Fossez, Jouenne …… .and I could fill the page!
It was not an experience ... ... it was my training academy!
It is difficult to explain: a sedimentation of emotions and teachings took place in me which harmoniously joined in my soul with positive vibrations coming from that world that I had discovered with pleasure. I think it can be compared to the love we feel for our partner or our partner. There is not only physicality but also a symbiotic and soul understanding .......
In any case, I was finally able to dedicate myself, in a definitive way, to the passion of my life: pictorial research.
Here, even today I paint this baggage of emotions, always feeding them with new research and techniques .........
Too bad, the session is over ... I have to go ... ... but I'm sure I have been understood.

A SESSION BY THE PSYCHOLOGIST
A SESSION BY THE PSYCHOLOGIST Who is Vanni?

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