In the diverse humanity that crowds the emerging arenas of art, Andrea Benetti represents hope—true hope. He is a painter. An outdated term in a context where painting—that made with brush and soul—is often pushed to the sidelines.
And it is precisely for this reason that he embodies hope; cultured and intelligent, he has understood that the future does not lie in the medium, but in the search for poetic meaning. If the medium consists of a purple crocodile hanging from a terrace, he dissociates himself from it, as I believe is only right.
In this world, he seeks his own world and his own way of being. He does not allow himself to be swayed by fleeting trends that last a day; instead, he goes to the essence of things, to their foundations and certainties. He has not boarded the train of ease and conformity.
Benetti strikes straight to the heart like a dagger and, with force, refuses to accept intellectual garbage.
Bravo to our Benetti, a true artist of our time and our contemporary era. He has chosen the hardest and longest path—the one that leads far. All the others are mere compromises, and compromises have a brief and ephemeral life.
I hope Andrea continues on this path.