INSIDE Painting

Interview by Antonella Iozzo (translation by Claudia E. Coppola) www.bluarte.it Who is Claudia Emanuela Coppola in and out of the painting? Claudia is always one in mess-tin... So I feel me, one who always has to learn and that never arrives! But this gives me satisfaction! I don't love those who have "success" without working, studying, without falling down, always with a smile on their lips, like a glue... I seem inflexible?! Perhaps I am...surely, like my father and the father of my father and back, back to the past of my heart...I have to work, work, work, BUT! There is a but...But never forgiving a caress to someone, never going on in front of tears. Working is ... with the human being, with the people, with their heart, with their efforts, never making a man feeling alone ...that's why I paint "the soul of the faces". The graphic sign, the pictorial gesture, the theatrical action, three expressions to tell other or to tell yourself? I don't tell a lot of me in my art... or at least, I try to tell the others, often the little ones, those who are alone, the most suffered, the smallest. It always comes to mind "what you will do to the smallest among you, you will have done it to me". And then, then when I feel inside my soul the scratch of their souls, then I create, but always taking care about the colors that must give a dream or the words, in theatre, that must be hopeful. Where is the meeting point for you? It's that world that few want to admit to look for, to look at, because they feel stupid... I believe that meeting point is the glance on eternity, with the special answers to our special and unique wishes and desires. I want to open this window..., in front of who is afraid of it. Numerous shows, important recognitions, notable theatrical representations, which do you remember with great satisfaction? And which of them would you not to have done? Thanks... you are too good with me... I don't see me really this way. I remember, with melancholy, the show "Il Maestro e Margherita", written by Bulgakov; a story of love and passion, of sweetness and fears, full of faith. Nobody believed in that history, but me yes! I remember the evenings... every evening it was raining heavily and all the evenings people stayed out there on the street in front of the theatre Out Off, in Milan, under the rain, hoping to find a place, hoping to see the play.