I'm not a writer. If I were I would talk about it. But it's not that I don't want to. I can only say it in the colors. That's where the meaning is.
Colors are universal.
Perhaps it is this. Or perhaps it is that the emotional power of Antonio's paintings cannot be captured in words. In dramatic support of this contention are Antonio's recent nudes. The ambiguous shifting beauty of the female form seems to reveal the uncertain nature of love and hate, good and bad, beauty and ugliness, a powerful illustration of the immovable unity between the spinning opposites that cannot be experienced in the divisions of language. Explained, maybe, but not experienced.