Insulated way of painting, archipelagos of senses and desires – the art of Elena Rudatis

The  work of Elena Rudatis is conspirative. Its packed solid and wondrous.

Carefully layed down on the back side of bed-time stories, her painting oscillates between a bursting/burning essence and a sincere multiform fragrant surface.

Assenzio

Its a an insulated way of painting, from which emerge with power archipelagos of senses and desires. An irregular geography of bodies with strong outlines: black marks that melt the figures into each other, while in some way, erode them by crunching off nibbles of their flesh.
Here we go then; hands and glances spread out on the canvases, fluvial limbs that the spectator can be quenched with, or can moor in, or even drawn in it.
Above all, the pleasure of the vision is coagulated in the rhythm that wraps up the dances of bodies, in the score made of dense, obstinate colours, at times also suffered, opened to the laceration and to the contrast.
Sometimes the images set off, sailing among squinted daydreams, always on the verge of insistently asking to heal the faraway oceans.
Other times the brushes roll down the canvas, mixing ucise dispersed.

Sirena in disco

In its viscous and magma wise flowing, the expressiveness of the Turinese painter sets up brooks of writing, pruning and inserting syllables and lacerts of poetry in the wefts of the drawing as a literary blossoming that decorate with arabesques the bear contact among the figures.

Escape from the Dawn

The title it is therefore, finally, within the picture: a silver moon shiver that waves on the surface. It is at last necessary to come down to the bottom of the pupil where the colour get drunk of oxygen and the pose cannot be other then clumsy, oblique, lateral.
Its a translucent operation mixing up the sensitive totality of the bodies with the immediacy of the narration.
It is at the end necessary to dive down to the bottom of the taste-pore, courting the milky flavour of slightly curled profiles of bodies, the dense energy of lips, glances stretched out into unknown threads.

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