The delicacy of silence
On tiptoes among colours and shapes.
It is easy to remember, for who already knows Sery’s works, the impression of freshness that arises from her bright watercolours, from her oils, almost impressionist pictures, that have drawn inspiration directly from nature in all its aspects. More precisely I am referring to the pictures of her last exhibition presented in Arluno, in the Council Chamber, in March 1993. Back then there were already some silent landscapes of houses exposed to the sun. The natural landscapes, the fresh watercolours have now made room for less descriptivism and for different and more thorough experimentations, concerning techniques as well as language and themes. The theme of nature is only an occasion to talk about something else: it is no longer the sublimated nature of delicate oils and watercolours, but the originating trigger, the inspiring subject that leads onto other roads: the road of silence, solitude. So I would say that these are the two main themes of Sery’s present paintings. The solitude of her landscapes of rather old and derelict houses, portrayed in an unidentifiable moment of the day, the silence of a nature that is hardly recognizable as such, sometimes tangles of grass, sometimes skies as a transcendent dimension. The language of expression is no longer a language that describes or is used to describe something, almost an end in itself, a necessary moment for a painter, however, but a means made pliable by testing different techniques, that has another purpose: the communication, perhaps oblivious, perhaps not recognized, of states of mind that gain consistency through shapes and colours. Sery now seems open to a different research, which perhaps is less persuasive, but more able to express the contact between inner impulses and reality, a “neo-figurative” research, I would dare say, that does not exhaust a road that has just been opened. This exhibition also includes a section dedicated to sculpture on clay, which Sery has approached for the first time. The earth, which refuses brightness as a synonym of falseness, is made sinuous by movement, whereas in other moments it seems just surfaced from ancient excavations, almost finds to which she has given back a touch of colour.
Rosi Torriani - giugno 1995
Twelfth National Exhibition of Watercolors "Fondazione A.Durini"
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