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                     MAssIMO FRANCHI
                     Lives and works in roma, italy
                                         w w w.massimofranchi.com
               artist contact
                            massimo.franchi@ilmessaggero.it





                                                                                  Did it never happen to you to see one of those
                                                                                  satellite  photos  which  show  Earth  by  night
                                                                                  with  cities  transformed  in  diamonds  mines?
                                                                                  Approaching,  everything  moves,  like  magma
                                                                                  coming  out  from  a  volcano  in  eruption,  red,
                                                                                  white, yellow or blue wakes that embroider a
                                                                                  lightened carpet,  different any  time. At  every
                                                                                  day,  hour,  instant,  a  new  design  comes  out,
                                                                                  another composition hypnotically enchants us.
                                                                                  Thousands of lighting points like eyes or pixel
                                                                                  seem to blaze us. They are the artificial lights of
                                                                                  our towns that make the show that steals the
                                                                                  scene to stars and planets. By now, we can’t see
                                                                                  anymore the starry sky like in past, when streets
                                                                                  were in the dark and romantics looked above,
                                                                                  promising each other about the future and trying
                                                                                  to get true their secret wishes. Now, for human
                                                                                  beings living in the city, the universe starts from
                                                                                  the  street  ground  and  ends  just  a  bit  higher,
                                                                                  may be a few meters, or some more in case
                                                                                  of  higher  skyscrapers.  Everything  moves  and
                                                                                  shines, sliding on the rocks and on the asphalt,
                                                                                  transformed on a bright mirror from a rain that
                                                                                  makes magic the atmosphere. Car lights and
                                                                                  neon signs are reflected in it, creating clusters
                                                                                  of precious stones or comets whose tails get
                                                                                  entrapped in the man-holes and among traffic-
                                                                                  lights and street-lamps. If lights were missing,
                                                                                  even would miss a space where to stop and to
                                                                                  recognize each other, or where thought could
                                                                                  rest, and we neither could know where to meet
                                                                                  each other. This is the magic of the city in the
                                                                                  night, of the street lamps; it’s among them that
                                                                                  we feel sure and caressed from the warmness of
                                                                                  iodine, xenon, argon or neon lamps, never mind,
                                                                                  provided they would light the way and would
                                                                                  show us clearly the friend who walks with us or
            PArKIng LOT, 2005 mixeD meDia on canvas, 40x50 in. /100x120 cm.       those who sees us during our life.  TRENDS
            MOVed CArs, 2005 mixeD meDia on canvas, 32x40 in. /80x100 cm.
            WreCK, 2005 mixeD meDia on canvas, 32x40 in. /80x100 cm
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