1.0Concetto Pozzatihttps://concettopozzati.com/en/adminhttps://concettopozzati.com/en/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="xVr3D2kjyA"><a href="https://concettopozzati.com/en/torture/">torture</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://concettopozzati.com/en/torture/embed/#?secret=xVr3D2kjyA" width="600" height="338" title="“torture” — Concetto Pozzati" data-secret="xVr3D2kjyA" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /*! 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A crime within a crime, inhuman… an illegal plague which afflicts us.   Cruel and brutal torture. A young man screams, blindfolded… agitated dogs and other animals lunge at the body… a naked man, hooded, also blindfolded. The torture continues.   I try to draw the massacre. Everything the color of the earth, the central figure in purple, the torture victim in black. A large pair of scissors at his head. Too “literary” perhaps, too descriptive… Will I manage to make my style, my trade, recognizable? I must soften the brutality of the message, while remaining faithful to… Pozzati… even though barbarism is not part of my being. I can no longer cling to irony or elegance… it is catastrophic, unsettling, tragic, and the figures are born from a ferrous black. Two large paintings that will not open a long cycle, because these acts of barbarism, seen in the media, must no longer be seen, even if they are only concealed. Another bandaged figure, the torturer, a mannequin with no arms and a hood he wears like a beard; in the middle, a kind of black puppet on a pedestal, with electrical wires dangling from his hands… digital signals. Again white scissors, arrow, dagger. I try another, smaller: entirely in pyrographed skin-leather.   I smell the foul odor of the skin burning on the pyrography… it is nauseating… a demonic tattoo.   The screaming boy is still there, another is on his knees, a monkey, another beast, a head almost skull-like, a puppet with long teeth… all superimposed, the mark engraved on the skin confuses the various forms… only the scissors are recognizable, open ready to strike.   TOR-TURE… torture… the painting is torture. As I paint I have an awareness of pain. How can we paint the drama of torture in a “low voice”? A scream strangled on the last bristle of the brush. I can add no fantasy to these ghosts… the facts are there, so cruel I can add nothing more. 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