Da 35 anni Gian Berra si firma così

EMILIO VEDOVA: GIAN BERRA ricorda:

Era il 1980 quando Gian Berra incontrò il vecchio maestro Emilio Vedova nelle antiche sale dell’Accademia di Belle Arti di Venezia. Era un agosto non troppo caldo quando mi attirò quel professore schivo e taciturno che si teneva un po’ scostato da tutti. Gli ero vicino e lo salutai risvegliandolo dai sui pensieri. Pareva distratto. Ma era solo una finta. Per lui il mondo reale era solo un impiccio da osservare. Così osservò me che gli rivolgevo la parola come un qualcosa da indagare. Mi tese la mano come a saggiare l’aria. Poi senza parlare mi guardò negli occhi.
Magro e un po’ rigido usava la sua eleganza come un supporto necessario. Portava appesi al collo gli occhiali, legati con un nastro di velluto nero. Mi esortava a parlare, ad esprimermi.
Poche parole di presentazione e gli domandai del suo lavoro.
Parlava poco e controllava ogni attimo i suoi pensieri. Quando cercavo un po’ di confidenza si smarriva in domande vaghe cercando nuovi pensieri. Si vedeva bene che era stanco di discutere di arte, forse avrebbe preferito ci fossimo trovati giù al bar di fronte.
Ricordai una sua foto del dopoguerra: lo ritraeva giovane e ben messo, con dei bei capelli e la barba scura che incorniciava quel volto sognante. Ora l’età appannava la sua figura ma lo faceva con gran rispetto.
In quella sua pittura diafana e dai segni senza colore stava il suo sogno. Gesti liberi che chiedevano solo di volare senza sosta dentro l’idea che mai aveva voluto racchiudere in una forma riconoscibile. Una forma oscura fatta di sensazioni senza lidi sicuri.
E la teneva segreta quella forma, palese nel timore di rovinarla. Di mostrarsi troppo agli altri. Ma anche a sé stesso.
Un vecchio maestro pittore di Montebelluna (TV) mi disse che negli anni trenta lo incontrava tutti i giorni quando andava a studiare all’Accademia di Belle Arti a Venezia. Non aveva i soldi per frequentarla, ma lo accolsero lo stesso. Ci teneva davvero a fare quella scuola!
Ora Emilio Vedova se ne è andato. Restano come Totem fuori dal tempo le sue opere, testimoni di un sogno che sa tanto di speranza e di gioco. Un gioco che attira tutte le persone sensibili a ciò che non ha una identità definita.
La vita si manifesta a tanti livelli misteriosi ed Emilio Vedova ha fatto del suo meglio per esplorarli.

Novembre 2006, Gian Berra.

EMILIO VEDOVA: GIAN BERRA remembers:

It was 1980 when Gian Berra met the old teacher Emilio Vedova in the ancient rooms of the Academy of Belle Arti of Venice. It was too much not one August heat when that bashful and taciturn teacher attracted me that a po was held removed by everybody. I was nearby him and I greeted him waking up again you give him on the thoughts. It seemed distracted. But it was only a pretense. For him the real world was only a hindrance to observe. This way it observed me that I turned him the word as a something from extended indagare.Mi the hand as to test the air. Then without speaking it looked me in the eyes.

Thin and a rigid po used its elegance as a necessary support. It brought suspended to the neck the glasses, tied up with a ribbon of black velvet. It exhorted me to speak, to express me.

Few words of presentation and I asked him of his/her job.

He spoke few and it checked every instant his thoughts. When I looked for a po of confidence it lost him in vague questions looking for new thoughts. You saw well that was tired to discuss of art, hewould have preferred there perhaps we were found down to the cafe of forehead.

I remembered one photo of his of the postwar period: it withdrew him young and well put, with of the beautiful hair and the dark beard that it framed that dreamy face. Now the age misted its figure but it did him with big respect.

In that diaphanous painting of his and from the signs without color its dream was. Free gestures that asked only to fly without standstill inside the idea that had ever wanted to contain in a recognizable form. A form dark sort of feelings without sure beaches.

And it held her secret that form, clear in the fear to ruin her/it. To appear too much to the others. But also to itself same.

An old teacher painter of Montebelluna (TV) it told me that in the thirties he met him every day when it went to study to the academy of Belle Arti to Venice. He didn't have the money to frequent it, but they welcomed him the same. Held indeed us to make that school!

Emilio Vedova has now gone. As Totems stay out of the time its works, witnesses of a dream that know so much of hope and of game. A game that attracts all the sensitive people to what doesn't have a defined identity.

Life manifests himself to so many mysterious levels and Emilio Vedova has done better than his to explore them.

 November 2006, Gian Berra

Gian Berra: joke biography.

Gian Berra is born 60 years ago in lands of Venice.Gian from young person breathes the last decadent air of that
earth and tastes the savour of that paradise of ingenuous dreamers.But the truth of every day is not enough.Gian
Berra wants to discover the veil that from thousand years it has protect its people.Hour they remain only nostalgia
of a time already died.The wind, the earth and the water whisper it emotions that people do not know to carry
themselves within.Arrived is the moment to pull them outside from the dark and representing them.Gian Berra begins
35 years ago the difficult profession of the artist.Numerous they are the exposures, also to the foreign country
that show its works.It loves to be in deep company and an association in order to collect many friends who wish to
make art.Dedication to the instruction creating itself one practical painting school:in 14 years it collects
approximately 900 participants and it thinks to have made a good step in order to diffuse the joy to paint together
and to taste that that it has been made.
Gian Berra loves to write poetries and tests.It proposes a poetry circle New Age and for some year it celebrates in
they summer company the solstice. Then it begins to write storys and soon he will introduce its first novel
acclimatized in the heroic times of its infancy.
In the meantime Gian Berra it plows back with a new language the joyful forfeiture of Venice.
It is a forfeiture that fascinates all the world. That one is by now lost an ancient dream. The truth expects very
other things.
Gian Berra invents the Informal Baroque.A bridge directed between luxury and the delirium with which he it today
lives its dreams of flight glided down on the truth, carrying itself behind a full bag of enthusiasm for the spell
of the wonderful technology that allows us to have many comforts.
The baroque is the rediscovery one of the optimism and the horizons that they wait for to us beyond the present
moment.They are satisfied curls to exist and to show themselves.They do not expect null:to they enough to exist for
a moment of life.
Gian Berra.