Painter of juicy impastos, she proposes images of secluded places, crumbling edges of a reality one tends to consider more ample and maybe hostile: the remaining bits of a world which doesn’t offer much to admire, except maybe the nature. But it is thanks to nature that Rossana Ciulli Ciapetti finds the energy for a possible rebirth. Thus, by observing her flowers still lives, we penetrate the intimacy of her soul to come out of them again, regenerated by the poetry of romantic atmospheres: glimpses of light on fallen petals, the vitality of her energetic brush strokes, the tenderness of the more delicate brush strokes which only graze the canvas with a light touch.
Bona Baraldi
