Monica Zani
She speaks softly, it almost seems she doesn’t control what she tells us, because actually are the only things she can say, about herself and her works. Her one is an art that becomes concrete for necessity. Monica paints and works on herself.
Monica and the intimate art. This resonates within us when we think to Monica Zani, her Women, her Free Canvases.
It is a unique work. Necessary. Salvific. When you listen to it, you try to breathe slowly, because you’re afraid of interrupting its feeble flow and you don’t want to miss a word.
Listening to her you perceive a past that you can only elaborate on her canvases, it emerges a need for redemption for those women who become an obsession and for those funds that cannot be immaculate, but must tell a past on which is grafted the experience of Monica.
The first time we spoke with Monica we said not too much, perhaps nothing compared to what the eyes of her Women and the impure stains of her Free Canvases told us; things that we elaborate a little more every time we meet Monica.
The first time we spoke with Monica we said not too much, perhaps nothing compared to what the eyes of her Women and the impure stains of her Free Canvases told us; things that we elaborate a little more every time we meet Monica.
Precious meetings, which need to praise, because her art is able to represent the whole power of that soul
