Normally there is virtually nothing that can entice my
mother to go out of our apartment after dark. She happily settles in to a
routine of PBS Newshour and snacks, dinner, some entertaining TV, and an early
bedtime. Usually, I am happy to provide all that, and even put a little extra
effort into dinner, but recently I persuaded her to come with me to see our
friend Chiara’s opening of her first solo show of paintings at Link University
here in Rome. As first solo shows go, it was a pretty big deal, and a featured
part of Rome Art Week.
Chiara Pasqualotto
has been my friend for many years and we met in the U.S. through a connection
at the University of
myself on having a good eye, and recognizing talent. Chiara has had it since I first met her, when she was just beginning her journey as an artist. Here is the first work of art I owned by her, a gift, and a portrait of my cat Cocco, staring out the window of my Manhattan apartment. Later, Chiara and I collaborated on a children’s book idea entitled
Al and Ralph dine at the Raccoon Lodge |
When Chiara
first told me about her abstract paintings I was startled by the total
departure from her figurative work in drawing and illustration. But the more I
looked, the more I understood that this was a natural evolution for her as an
artist. Her landscapes were increasingly dreamlike, and I saw the paintings as
a freeing kind of color exploration that enabled Chiara to play with organic
shapes in movement, overlapping tones and hues that created a harmonious feeling
of joy on the canvas. I fell in love with her paintings!
Last December, I
decided with my mother that we should buy one as a Christmas present to
ourselves. It hangs in our living room where we look at it constantly and never
tire of it.
Since Chiara has begun doing work in printmaking, we also
own two of her recent etchings, one of an owl, and one of a sycamore seed. The
sycamore trees line the Tiber, and I feel her tiny pod is a little love letter
to Rome. I have always been fond of owls (and dissecting their pellets with
elementary kids). Chiara’s owl is so soulful and bursting with personality that
for me, only
Raphael comes close to her perfection.
Raphael in the Vatican |
We arrived
at the opening when only a few people were there, which enabled us to have a
very nice time alone with Chiara admiring all the paintings lining the hallways
by the university’s cafĂ© space, especially one that she said was the “brother”
of our painting. Soon the curator and other admirers had arrived, and my mother
was ready to head home, so we slowly made our way back to the car, talking
about how glad we were that we came, and saw Chiara’s beautiful work in such a
perfect setting.
Maureen ponders one of Chiara's paintings |
I know that
these experiences with art and beauty, like the transcendent concerts we have
attended in Rome, are deeply meaningful for my mother and for me. She easily
forgets what happened in the news the day before, but she never forgets Chiara.
We get to admire her artwork all over our apartment, and her painting is a
vibrant pulsation of color and organic forms that feels constantly in motion,
just like life.
Chiara gets around Rome on her bike |
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