The style is the man

Alberto Piazzi, 2010

Liberty, 1976 - Mixed technique on canvas - cm 50x70 - Private collection Verona

“I have the head full of doubts and with few certainties for which I never know thing to say of my painting.”.

After this incipit you can't just say that Mr. Borrello surrenders to the autocelebration, in other autobiographical facts, (where he says “love, joy, fear of living, the confusing emotions that gives us the light of sunset or the flight of a sagull”) suggests which are the themes and motivations of his artistic inspiration because these words fully justifying his art and the resulting product.

But our dear Pippo still wonders “but if I wasn’t born in Naples, in that mirror of water before Mare Chiaro who knows if I would have been a painter”

The answer however to these rhetorical questions consists in that interesting characters of the painting of Borrello in which, as Paul Portoghesi annotates, “the recovery of the line as fundamental expressive mean it happens to an interpretation of the colors that doesn't look for delicate tonality but it is expressed with elementary violence.”

I confess that all the opinions about the art of Borrello, collected in catalogues and written in collaboration with Vittorino Andreoli, Silvana Pirrello, Licisco Magagnato and others, I can not add anything to the original because I fully agree with the opinion of Franco Solmi where, mentioning to the uneasy mediterranean of the painter, so he synthetically describes his art, in which “it maintains the solarity of the colors and the line lives, and also dragged in mysterious vortexes, preserve one classical firmness that the artwork always appears clear, fruit of a conquered balance rather than a formal abstract awareness of things.”

In conclusion: If, as it has been written that style is the “man” and corresponds to true, then you can realize that the unique characteristics of the painting of Borrello coincide with his personality as an artist especially there where the color swirl overtop forms ends, because there is, “in this cute neapolitan who has never abandoned his land” a poignant nostalgia of sea, Sun, waves for which the images become folklore, music, passion.