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BIOGRAPHY
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"I am glad for the season Sara Wilson, having completed her schooling, heavily biased towards art, in her native England, took part in collectives and in various art shows over a period of time, developing however an increasing sense of disquietude. Certain colours - the artist's adjectives - are murky in her work, rendering it apparently incomplete. Long, brooding silences result; painful distancing from the artist's pallet; escape into music. And yet that marvellous paintbrush which she has in her head continues to colour her inertia with melancholic nostalgia. Then the journey to Italy. Residence in the glorious area known as Versilia. The sun. The colours in the sun. Moon-washed landscapes. Dialogues with the stars. And more... Then the serendipitous marriage. A good husband: a pure-bred Italian helping her, with infinite love, to find herself once more. The children: two splendid sons, who help her grow, who give stature to her slight figure. Peace within herself. Painting returns. An appointment never cancelled! Now the colours are there in her "marvelous mental paintbrush"; they are in her eyes, flowing the length of her arm in her hand, in that extension to her hand, and almost an offshoot of thought - transmitting poetry to canvas. She cancels out the past and starts again with joyful determination.
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| GIOVANNI FAVATI Poet and Art Critic |
