Article of the criticism of art Silvana Pirrello

I already knew the painting of Borrello even before visiting the artist’s office, located in the centre of Verona.

I had in mind his works but I had not matched to a name. But where I had seen them? Maybe in a museum or exhibition abroad, or simply in Rome or Milan, or on television, or maybe they were already in my mind.

Entering his office, between orchids and old stones, the perception is solicited at the most, and this is also worth for the most distracted visitor, that is struck by an explosion of colors of light and movement; a continuous and incessant line that, as a music, twists, turns and creates delirious festive carousels.

It is the apotheosis of life. In fact the line is the expressive mean that characterizes the painting of Borrello, unique in its kind, in content and technique, it is in fact the line that builds the image: horses, female figures, birds, dancers. In his works there is the sea yearning, sun, waves and the images become music and folklore, because refined Southern culture manifests itself with all its strength in all his works.

It is easy to realize that the painting of Borrello correspond to the personality of the artist, which unleashes an energy charge “fluid” without obstacles. The energy charge is the amount of energy associated with each object representation and mental structure.

There is an outcrop of very deep material, greatly affected, and invested in processing material emerged without resistance. Looking at the works of Borrello I reflexively think from where ever the artist has started on the white canvas of her dancing brush: a brush, fast and without second thoughts.

Maybe from the Centre, with centrifugal motion, or perhaps from the bottom, with an upward trend. The brush is the continuation of his hand executor a feel without neurosis: a simple ratio that gives happiness to those who run and then observes. Women lay on the sea which become stray clouds, waves, sails to the wind, promises of freedom, dancers that seem to say that happiness is nearby, which is not so unattainable, that is so simple that even a little is enough to believe, even for a moment, at least as long as the image of the work in our pupil.