ENRICO BOSI - Italy
Contact: enrico.bosi53@gmail.com
Woman with flowers
Roots
oil on canvas 70 x 50 cm
ink on cardboard 20 x 30 cm
Moonlight
Curtain
oil on canvas 50 x 70 cm
china on cardboard 30 x 20 cm
Star
Elements
china on cardboard 30 x 20 cm
ink and pencil on canvas 50 x 50 cm
About his Art
Enrico Bosi was born in Rome in 1953. Master of Art, he attended the Academy of Fine Arts in the capital, following the courses of Toti Scialoia. In the seventies, as an actor-mime, he worked alongside the pianist and composer Roberto Cacciapaglia: an experience that allowed him to shape a more all-encompassing interest in art: theater, music, literature, photography, up to his most recent pictorial research, where geometric rigor softens into scenographic figurations, sometimes with surreal references, sometimes with a strong ironic tendency. He has exhibited in solo and group exhibitions in Italy and abroad and his works can be found in public and private collections, including the Museum of Latin American Art in Miami. In 2004 he participated in collateral events at the Venice Biennale. He also exhibited at the Ex Borsa in Ferrara and in Tivoli. Recently he exhibited at the Fidia Academy of Fine Arts in Vibo Valentia, on the occasion of the exhibition “Beyond Painting | Beyond Sculpture” curated by Pasquale Lettieri. Writings and news about his activity have appeared in newspapers and specialized magazines. He currently lives and works in Rome.
The Critique
Enrico Bosi – ONE, NO ONE
We always think of the labyrinth as something built, strong, resistant, based on fiction and deception and certainly it is so; there is an inextricable exteriority that architecture has copied from nature, from forests and deserts that, fused together, make everything without a way and nothing with all the possible and imaginable ways. But the real labyrinth is the one we have inside that keeps us tightly bound in the leap from one dream to another, from one desire to another, to the chains of so many neuroses that make us fear the shadow even when it is not there and make those that are small stains between us and the light grow larger. We are the concentration universe that regulates what seems real to us, while in reality it is a surreal in which nothing happens but everything can happen, generating as many question marks as there are possible and imaginable paths that lead from near to far, in the company of footprints, of ghosts that have no body but have the hallucinatory strength of hope and fear, making the enigma we have inside – described by Borges in his transversal imaginative narratives analyzed by Lacan in the chasms of the word or theorized in Klee's “novel” of color – come to crouch in the triangular solidity of a pyramid, of a confrontation between the real us and the imaginary us, or in the backlight that disguises everything and allows the transfiguration of the phantasmatic into the corporeal and vice versa, working in the accumulation of lamellar units that, while standing side by side, transmit a beautiful strength to each other.
Francesco Gallo Mazzeo, 2016