At the beginning of the new millennium, through the web, I like to involve you in a virtual journey, crossed by picturesque images which recall God's word, revealed to mankind around 4000 years ago, when it came from the sky and entered the human thought. He knows that a word is like a metaphor for a journey and that the shadings of colours can multiply their meanings and messages. For its power to evoke, its power to narrate even what has been omitted. They have the intensity of love, the purity of enchantment and divine transparency.
Colours also have an intense, sharp, anguished sound.
Words, colours, sounds to be the linguistic code without which we would only be dumb spectators of our destiny, interlace, contend the space without antagonism and generate synthetic forms yet still exploding. The American poetess Emily Dickinson praises the creative power of words with a dazzling lyric. One way could be to make them become colour, light, turning them into an epiphany of shapes from the symphony of voices, which they were. That is what the painter Pino Viscusi wanted to achieve, who has become a poet turning the words into incisive words, making them shine of sweet meanings through chromatic iridescence.