by Massimo Sergio

A passion that was born long ago: Olga De Gasperis certainly made her first attempts as a child or perhaps, without realizing it, always as a novice girl she lived in a world of colored stories. Thus, while the days in the world of adults flow and retrace the commitments of everyday life, Olga finds herself next to brushes, pencils and other hand tools and is immediately a fatal attraction. On paper, the first signs of a difficult path appear, as for every artist, on the other hand, and which gradually unfolds revealing itself as tortuous, suffered, an image of what exists inside each of us, but which the same human limits prevent us from express in clear, crisp, not to say sincere forms. From the soul to the canvas, the artistic biography of Olga De Gasperis is almost obscured, it becomes confused until it merges with life itself and with the existential mysteries that they do not offer, indeed they have no answer. Brushes, canvases, materials, colors and lights become an indispensable drug for the search for oneself. Yes, because what takes and acquires shape gradually, brushstroke after brushstroke, mark after mark, is nothing but rationalization or, if you like, the irrational visualization of internal impulses that cannot and must no longer remain caged. Painting can become a violent gesture, a violence done to the canvas which, suddenly, must bear the full weight of tensions, anguish and vibrating emotions. His work as an artist is pervaded by a natural, creative and dynamic force and the selective choice of contents and values ​​that he faces is in perfect symbiosis with his research of forms, thus giving life to that stylistic synthesis that it is value and pride more important than any authentic mere work of art. Its themes, its choices, highlight a close deep bond with nature and with the dark and unstoppable vis, of its regenerative power, representing all possible aspects, conformations and deformations accepted or required by necessity. So that they seem to possess that exuberant fullness of life, such as to show them as moments of a journey, not only aesthetic and formal, but above all interior and spiritual. His creations appear as fragments of a polyphonic structure of rhythms and spaces, of forms and symbols where reality dissolves into poetic equivalences that seem to live in time and beyond time. Ultimately, Olga tells the visions of her rich inner world through a chromatic and dynamic perception of reality with signs of disquiet and bewilderment. The artistic attitude, the creativity of Olga De Gasperis is full of contents to be discovered and inventoried, but at the same time it is understandable and usable for the lively sensations it arouses, which provokes, which instills in each of us readers of her natural belief. In fact, they are chiaroscuro chromatisms, but also only luminous, en plain air, with strong colors representative of an intimate, inner feeling, full of technique and subjective meditation. He has the peculiarity of showing himself to be an artist who enters into a rapid and close relationship both with the environment (see the series "trees-roots") that surrounds and circumscribes it, and with the visitor / spectator of his activity thanks to those brush strokes and not only, to those drawings, to the mysterious symbologies that are imprinted inside his works / creatures. His are travel notes, because they are significant in a day-to-day and silent art discourse. Having the need, the obligation to search for something in yourself is a fairly easy and solvable problem. You can and must dig, search, rummage freely, but when it comes to externalizing, manifesting, involving others, then the question gets tangled up and everything becomes more difficult, more complicated, more difficult. Because the journey, the path that each artist proposes, defines and completes is always at the Center, towards the center. The journey always follows a road, impervious and slippery. The journey follows tortuous, introspective paths / tracks. The journey must hurt, make you feel pain, suffering and not just resentment, for not having completed it yet ...