Ten years ago I wrote a song, as a suite, entitled “Le vie dei colori” (Colours’ roads). The history of a lonesome journey of a man (and of every man) searching for himself, through truth and beauty. I found those colours’ roads in Raffaele’s works. Roads, tracks, meadows, rivers, courses, railways, canals, tracings, paths, lanes which show and paint the eyes’ path and guide the heart’s trip.
“…Continuum…”, like a development with no interruptions, where space and time get combined. “…Continuum…”, like a slow movement, made of barely visible metamorphosis of light and colour.” “…Continuum…”, like something intangible, between the appearance to the presence and the persistence of a hidden and nearly secret life. “…Continuum…”, like the awareness of the “continuity” of a tradition, the tradition of painting which doesn’t necessarily have to be new or amazing.