It is an intense blue, born after a certain period and has in turn a key to reading. When we spread it on the sculpture, the story is burned, because the color is so vivid that what is written in the sculpture goes into the background. So, there is a process of liberation and even if the work and the blue seem very different, they have a common denominator between them, the motive of poetics. We often allow ourselves to be conditioned by the scenic apparatus.
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