At the dawn of life, that frightened and hungry man traced signs on the rocky wall—signs that meant life or death, in a lugubrious dance for survival. If this is true, that primordial man, covered only in animal hide, was engaging with creation in an ancestral and sublime prayer.
All of this lies deep within our being: the sign, the dream, the prayer to a god, hunger, and fear. I see all of this in the works of Andrea Benetti—the primordial essence of creation, the rhythm of the sign, the toil of daily life, the longing for fresh air.
It is rare today to find an artist with such profound inner depth. Andrea Benetti is a rare pearl, fighting his adventure day after day, facing the pathos of the blank canvas—that blank canvas which, today, is what the rocky wall once was. The support has changed, but life, death, and the lugubrious dance for survival, fortunately, have remained intact.