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Other details :
Artwork on supported wooden frame. Ready to hang. Framing on request.
Dimensions :
27.6x19.7in
About this artwork
This painting takes "Up" and does something very healthy: it stops copying it and starts speaking with its own voice. You can feel the inspiration, sure, but there's no cinematic cosplay.
The house doesn't fly in a spectacular escape; it flies because it's too full of desires to stay on the ground. The balloons aren't neat, they're not realistic, they're not polite. They're emotional. Each one seems to contain a thought, a memory, a promise made… half-heartedly but with great hope. And they're all crammed together, as happens in the minds of people who still believe in something.
The palette is warm, almost stubborn. Yellows and oranges that ask no permission, balanced by that greenish-blue sky that is not serenity but possibility. The brushstrokes are deliberately imperfect, childish enough to be honest. Here, the focus isn't on detail, but on recognizable sentiment.
My name is Vincenzo Raimondo, I live and work in Palermo, a city of contradictions that profoundly influence my vision. I'm a self-taught artist, and my painting doesn't follow a fixed style: it evolves over time, along with my experiences and personal maturity. My work stems from observing everyday life and listening to emotions, which is why I tackle diverse themes and continually experiment with new languages, allowing each piece to find its own form.
My art is instinctive, essential, and imperfect, rooted in the complexity of humanity and nature. I don't seek perfection, because it doesn't belong to reality. Imperfections become part of the work: rough marks, dirty or scratched surfaces are traces of the creative process and my identity. I love what is authentic and lived-in. For me, art isn't decoration, but presence, accessible and sincere, capable of connecting with the viewer.