Texture is imperfection, is humanity, is feeling...is everything!
A leitmotif of
my output is the fascination for Imperfection, that I summarize
with the phrase "I'm Imperfect, therefore I am". In my works
there's always a mixed sense of perfection and imperfection, you
can glimpse scratches, dust, lines and textures that make the
artwork human and honest, a thin interaction between sharp and
blurred lines that communicates emotional pathos and charm. The
dramatic game between faded and crisp tones it's the
contradiction of us, of our human nature, it's the sense of
mystery the surrounds the piece. It's only by embracing
imperfection, our imperfection, that we can start to understand
ourselves and our neighbour. My paintings, with their imperfect
harmony are traces of a human hand, into a human soul. In the
computer age, made of mechanical calculations, I look back to
craftsmanship to discover our essence, our idea. Hand-made
pictures, out from an imperfect and unique hand, into the
perfection of scanners and computers, smarthphones and ebooks,
can create a beautiful and modern artistic alchemy. An imperfect
person doesn't necessarily make a world imperfect, on the
contrary, parading our flaws is questioning, is challenging our
society by exploring the boundaries, is accepting the
possibility of an another path, is the
possibility of making mistakes and giving a second chance...and
maybe, maybe making this world better, not perfect...
Tees and pillows for everyone! Don't be afraid to wear your voice! Show it!
All stuff available here: http://society6.com/CarmineBellucci/Absolutely-Imperfect_Print
I've just started a new series inspired by and dedicated to all those people in-between, struggling to defend their dignity and their personality. The so-called losers (did I mention that I hate this word?) are far from being the romantic figures unfit for their society,
In their condition I find contradiction and complexity…an enigmatic storm of uncertainty and self confidence, destructive pride shouting in an empty room, "…profound disgust showing itself the minute they come into irksome contact with men…".
Their being different is a "threat" for society's peace and sake, no one can not be shocked by something or someone new and "obsolete". The "strange" becomes a "stranger", a stranger to whom? who is the stranger? The new arrived or the one standing before his eyes, so different and sure to be the perfect one? What right has normality to put abnormality aside, in the corner of shame or relegated to the fringe of frustration? Is it time that defines who is the right one and who the one to fall, in the depths of nothingness, only because of his lack…of what?! What is richness, what poverty…there was a time when ornaments and exuberant complexity where the "right" thing, some time later the triumph of the "less is more"…Kandinsky said that art reflects the soul of its time, is the child of its society…so it is society that decides and recognizes what is right, or rather, its soul…sick soul…maybe the perfect (or imperfect) mirror of our sick society is him! This is my tribute…just giving words to those who don't or can't speak…of course, for those who want to hear. The project is ongoing…
It's a period I'm really enjoying hand-made lettering. Old and vintage types, the historical style of american typefaces are really fascinating and still have something to say, beyond the letters. Drawing types, playing with them, giving them an "emotional" vibe is hard...Most of today's design lacks personality and identity, and still old craftsmen have a deep influence on me...the irregularity and imperfection of vintage types can relive in Illustrator and Photoshop era. Of course if there's still some feeling left...
Snap of a recent work...one of my favourite childhood dreams...
I was very flattered when Croce Rossa (Italian Red Cross) asked me to realize an illustration for their corporate diplomas. I've recently received a copy last day…what a nice collaboration!
Christmas Spirit sprinkles incense on everything form His torch...Season's Greetings...
The sound of Music (someone is watching behind you)...
A night in the life...a night in the studio...
Snaps of my latest works, online on www.carminebellucci.net.
This one was inspired by Ian Thorpe's suicidal thoughts and fight against depression...we all have to face our fears, don't we?
I have some new works on my website.
www.carminebellucci.net
This is a tribute to Flaubert's "Memoirs of a Madman", this chapter of the book is no doubt my favorite one, here the young Flaubert gives vent to his nihilist-existentialist thoughts about man and his freedom...or rather, what he thinks is his freedom...
What can you knit from the world-ball of yarn? Is anybody able to make a good garment out of the twisted and intricate tangle of strands of our world?...I bet it's a matter of patience, a lot of patience...
