It seems that there is a universal rule with the birth of the human kind that pushes man through the adventure of the new and sensational without any solution of continuity. We saw it with the fire discovery and with the big scientific discoveries that intelligence tries to improve. We also saw it with the little and big inventions and we have also noticed it through the art, in intellectual and spiritual galaxy. The artist continues to choose the taste and the aspiration of the new. He exceeds himself like Icaro did in his experience of the flight rising spiritually the new processes. That’s what happened in music, sculpture and graphic, and in painting, probably more a more complex expressive scene, where we need to mention Picasso, Dali and Fontana’s evolution to understand. It is just a universal rule, but the exception can only confirm it.
Is it just spirit of adventure? Or is it only a morbid curiosity to know what’s over the historical Strait of Gibraltar. Mythology, superb man invention, would confirm that it to us. The tyranny of the time cannot oppose this frenetic and proud wish because the works of the intelligence are imperishable witness of a great adventure.
Jò Badamo can’t escape from this temptation and after a few years he leaves his monochromatic style for a new scenery, full of brightness and colors that we can identify with the ultramodern special effects. He leaves a historical stage of rural civilization life, for non-historical stage, which pushes to the Kolosimiano’s “Temple of Mystery.” It seems that there is a mysterious hand that imposes the mind’s particular choices. It isn’t the reason but the subconscious that drives the artist.
The light presence of figurative and formal element, in one way confirms us an informal evolution, in the other it can’t let us define the belonging to a pictorial current, even if we could refer to the surrealism or metaphysic.
The new Badamo always works at the unconscious level, an eschatological procedure to the last man and world’s destiny. It seems so strange but it’s really like this. It seems that the artist draws larval life figures in a new time, a new world.
It is sure that the artist follows the events like an eternal Cassandra, that’s what we saw with Giulio Varrese’s fantasy to let the iron float. Apart from doctrines, Badamo’s acrylics seems to be a cut of sails or coloured cones, harmonies and visions of depth and galaxies, that drag death as memories, and more – trees, plants, flowers and snails. Very stylized seen through deformed prisms.
We can’t understand in his new fantastic painting the difference between the man and the artist. One thing is sure, his paintings are beautiful, they are very interesting and they deserve to be studied.