THE WAVES OF LIGHT BY MAURO PRANDI

Being an artist is a condition of the soul: inexpressible, unavoidable, coercive.
It is a necessity. Suddenly it bursts into existence, bringing with it a real burden in whose meanders an immense vital force is hidden: one does not escape. This is the point. Being an artist means accepting a destabilizing condition in oneself: it can take on various aspects when it presents itself in uncertainty, in passion, in melancholy, in intoxication .... Mauro Prandi seems at first sight to live the artistic vocation in a balanced way: at least this is the impression that aroused in me during our first meeting .... But it is not possible: it is not possible to be a balanced artist! I've never had doubts about this. The artist is an individual in abandonment, downhill and turbulent ascent, continually urged, shaken, devoured by an incessant call to which he can not give an answer but to which he must, inescapably, give appearance. It resets, empties with love, with pain, with grace.
Mauro speaks softly and quietly, accompanied by expressions of perplexity and almost justification placed as a corollary of the narration of episodes of his life that, in my opinion, should be seen and felt as stages of a journey of knowledge: an initiation. I use this term consciously, in the deepest meaning, indicating the persistent tendency to listen to the soul for the gift of self, to achieve its "zero degree": creative condition par excellence, luminous darkness which, alone, is a harbinger of new births, of new existence.
How can a freelancer, constantly immersed in the daily problems of work, tend to achieve his "zero degree"? How can he listen to such strong solicitations that impose him to have a figure?
I think of the psychic condition that Vedanta calls "Samadhi": whatever keeps you occupied in daily life, in reality you are elsewhere, you are taking a necessary path in the depths of your heart. You can not understand, you can not bring doubts about: you have to continue.
A thousand sparks pierce your eyelids but, with great patience, you will learn to accept every imposition, until an inner light opens up that will place you in the condition of feeling your way, of orientating you in a new way in life. For those involved, it is not easy to accept this apparently passive way of being an artist: it is necessary to learn to trust in irrational and mysterious forces. They demand total availability and provide no explanation except for the direct, astonishing experience of the uselessness of the logical-causal parameters on which we are used to structure existence and mind. Mauro is learning to be patient, and he does not cease to be surprised: he seems almost a stranger to what happens to him .... he is trying to orient himself, accepting a situation that, however, does not let him go. Then produces, produces works that are enigmas: real enigmas, thresholds in "other" dimensions.
His is painting that emerges from the visible limit of the painting and is experienced not only with the gaze: all the senses are involved. He looks at you, demands attention, is profound, reunites, is a painting of symbols: each time he presents us with figures of original meanings that all of us, at the bottom of our souls, vibrate, but to which we can no longer give appearance because, traveling with the Reason the surface of things, we have forgotten that their true trace is kept in our ancestral emotional tones. We are strangers to the reality of what surrounds us and, in the same way, we are unable to grasp the traces within us. For this reason, at the dawn of our journey, we created symbols: to give shape to emotions that are cognitive compass and allow us to remember ourselves in what we perceive. The strength of the symbols remains intact, continues to speak to us and allows us to recognize the living and intelligent structure of every single moment of existence, because we are an integral part of it: because we are. Mauro swims, crosses the waters of the psyche and emerges to watch the moments when the bright sky is reflected in them, changing them, plunges into the darkness of the infere doors from which the vortices that give shape to things originate. It grasps and reproduces the moment in which unity, while remaining so, divides giving face to the love that is grounded in it and which regenerates as life, as reciprocity, every time two singularities meet and reveal themselves to never be you are strangers. The aspect of this love force is made by Mauro in an essential, original way: a figure that presents human traits from which originate vortexes of energy, waves of light ... different wavelengths, different colors, different sounds: it is the story of the Creation made symbolic image, caught in the instant that constitutes its foundation.
Symbols are complex, deep, intricate dimensions: they appear geometrically ordered, but in reality they are perceived as holograms that involve and bring together different psychic levels and different degrees of existence. They create correspondences and urge the soul of those who come in front of them in the same way that they have called to them who produced them, creating a meaningful atmosphere that goes beyond space and time.
Light waves ... These are the words with which Mauro Prandi summarizes his contribution to knowledge: his figures are waves of light able to transmit the messages he has read. Waves that are instant, are fluid and changing bricks of the temple where the meanings of things are kept, are alive and keep track of the depth that created them: each of them, each of these bricks, each symbol, is in itself a temple . Each of his works is a temple whose sacredness emanates and spreads beyond the frame and musically envelops anyone in sight, and then returns to itself. Porvisi in front of it is a necessary experience: perhaps this is why, by his own admission, Mauro considers optimal collocation for his works a context in which one breathes the sacred, the devotion as a disposition of the soul that listens, and immersed in music: what better dwelling for the epiphany of the living mystery of the soul that speaks to itself?

Roberta Frabetti.