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Within the soul of matter

Right from the first glance, one does not only interpret history, human life, events, and tales, pain and sufferance within Sciavolino’s works but the soul that is hidden inside the materiel emerges as well until it enwraps the glance, and dies out during contemplation giving the impression of being in front of one’s own existence.

The sea’s waves, symbol of the will to live and the spirit, evolve as unfurled wings that spread upwards, pushed onwards by their craving to reach the sky. The circle stretches into space like the “0” of ocean, pushing into space and opens a window onto the contours of earthly delights, recalling the sublime scenery of paradise and rekindling the spirit to climb the mountains towards eternal retreat. Trees that grow to reach the peak of nothing to watch over the expanses of Paradise made by children.

Nevio Boni's letter

Dear Enzo,

I know that you know I know too, that your exhibition is an important event not only for you, as being your friend, it’s also important for me and for all those who love Art and for this city that has finally put an official seal on that immense love you feel for Turin.

(…) I feel that there is an attachment between your art and ourselves, or at least I hope there is and I think you would like there to be, too.

I saw the layout of your exhibition before it was put on show at the “Cavallerizza”, situated in Via Verdi. It portrayed a meticulous path through the 50 years of your artistic career. I had the privilege of seeing your latest works, arriving directly from the foundry and many others created in different materials. It catches your breath!

Sciavolino's olive trees

The olive tree, the sacred tree of Athena, the goddess of Reason, seems to be still stifled, overwhelmed by the oleaster, the wild olive, the sign of regression, of a wild, violent nature.

The olive of reason, of peace, of civilisation is the tree that prevails in Sciavolino’s works, the olive tree around which dance four children, the four points of the world, from whose branches some doves, the bearers of Peace, are about to fly off.