The works of Oscar Piovosi are living paintings, as ordinary existence — often daily life itself — unfolds before our eyes, gently caressing us as if it already belonged to a memory. We recognize gestures and moments from our days, our wanderings, our waiting, and those vacant, suspended instants that lie beyond physical perception and subtly enter a consciousness lulled by constant coexistence with matter. These paintings, with their seemingly ordinary subjects, instead lead us into a realm rarely explored, where the habit of the tangible gives way to questioning.

And the obvious unexpectedly becomes a source of wonder: flashes poised over time, small steps in ordinary life that gracefully reflect themselves in our own existence — recognizable, familiar — making us suddenly aware of those imperceptible, fleeting fragments that would otherwise have been irremediably lost.

With poetic realism, Piovosi insinuates himself into fleeting happenings that, without his intervention, would be doomed to an oblivion of inattention. His brushstrokes — sometimes precise, sometimes impressionistic — act like Ariadne’s thread, guiding us toward an exit that leads, if only for a while, into a world where slowness transforms what is considered banal into the sublime, crystallizing snippets usually too hurried to be noticed and yet dense with meaning.

Piovosi’s painting has the power to transform the observer, to make one aware of how much beauty exists in ordinary time — always the same at a cursory glance — while minute jewels of moments lie embedded within the infinite circle of daily repetition.

Portraits that reveal nuances of personality more than words, still lifes that exude lyricism, bucolic landscapes that warm the soul, and dreams of journeys, expectations, hopes, and new lives make Oscar Piovosi’s paintings ineffable experiences in a possible evolution of the spirit — one able to distance itself from the coarse substance of the concrete and carry us into a higher dimension, where we may come to understand that the marvelous can be right before our eyes.

Stefania Ferrari