(…) Hours of work. Brush strokes. Colours mixed to find the perfect shade to put on a canvas.Acids, toxic liquids. Flammable. I breathe poison. I suffocate. But this is art. This is the artist. Like a dancer with his toes wrapped in bandages and blood. An actor who fasts for months to get a part. We must change our life, dedicate ourselves. Devote ourselves. Art is a gift. Art as to donate a white canvas. A life on which other lives are written. A life without selections. Open to all, disabled, children, without abortions. Only natural selection: being in one place at a given time.
Art in the workshop, teamwork. Overlapping. Art for everyone, everyone does it for themselves. At seven months, if they cover your hand with color, you paint. If you don’t see, you paint. If you have no hands, you paint. If you don’t have feet, you paint. With a beating heart. Your breath is art. All is art but not all are artists. That painting is not finished. And yet, they would like to buy that painting. But it's not his vision. The artist. He sees his picture. He already has it in his mind. He only has to place it on canvas through eyes, hands, body, mind. He dedicates himself to everything he has and shares. This is precisely one of the greatness of Giovanni Greppi, an Italian contemporary artist. To share art. To make it become a performance. Art that happens at a given moment. Accessible art. Art accessible to all. Art that happens in the moment and writes the future. Art for short glances. Art for special, different people. Disabled. Skills from the heart, this is required for being an artist. To share and to be moved to move the others. To convey a feeling. To leave a trace on a canvas. Art that is undeniably the protagonist of this exhibit at the Officine Garibaldi in Pisa.(…)