Francesca Leone

It is in the fall of the tragedy that Francesca Leone’s art finds the liberating poetry of the fragments of a hinted, diluted and foggy figuration; it is in the skin of an undulated plate that the elegance of a suspended landscape emerges, more sensed than seen, muffled by memories and emotions. The cruel harshness of the compositional materials goes with the silent whisper of a brushstroke that is only hinted, more similar to an uncertain apparition rather than to a clear vision. This is how the entire narration of this art is reconstructed in perpetual fluctuation between enchantment and analysis, research and dream, reality and appearance.
Danilo Eccher