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Franco Margari vive e lavora a firenze, attivo da 30 anni , E'passato alla pittura da 15 dopo un esperienza grafica approfondita in particolare nelle tecniche incisorie,E' stato presente in diverse fiere in italia e all estero, e in numerose mostre personali e collettive.
Partito da una figurazione paesaggistica di dense atmosfere, con gli anni approdato a una sintesi di astrattismo evocativo di forte ricerca materica, coloristica e di luminosit simboliche.
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Franco Margari
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During the last decade of the twentieth century Franco Margari of Florence made a name for himself as a painter, and not only at regional level. During the last five years his qualified attendances with personal and group exhibits have remarkably boomed in a number of galleries, exhibit centres, fairs and contests. And this was not due to an accidental coincidence but the credit is to be given to Margaris fundamental and progressive artistic transformation which led him more and more towards abstraction.
His canvas, enriched by a phantasmagoric range of colours (from cold blues, turquoises and emerald greens to burning reds, yellows and fuchsias) do not reach the informal but maintain a solid graphic substrate originated by his strengthened training in the field of the drawing and the figure. A quality, which is indispensable also for those artists who, with their work, put a distance from recognizable and prospectively built forms. His abstract forms, drawn with the colours materically crinkled and tormented plastic (coming sometimes from the remote late-Gothic echoes of Matthias Grnewalds German painting or from Georges Rouaults modern signs), are painted with resolution by means of wide and fast brush strokes that draw broken lines and primary elements, often elementary crystal dihedrons disassembled and shattered in a sort of vital explosions. But it is the light, a white and pure light as dreamed by the Humanism to intervene for shaping and modifying the inert matter. There, then, divine blades and swords fall from above, cosmogonal matrix at the dawn of the world setting those rutilant dihedrons to fire, now, rainbows primary colours, in a breakdown of the mother-light irradiating within that very same matter, rendering it intelligent and at the same time almost dissolving it or liberating it of its weight.