8 - Felice Panagrosso

The Art

 

“Samuel”, by Felice Panagrosso (Oil on Canvas 48 x 24 inches) “SAMUEL” 
©2008 Felice Panagrosso 
Oil on Canvas  48 x 24 inches  Sold

 

Felice Panagrosso writes.... 

Regarding “Samuel” or “Boy on Staircase”: A boy – my son – turns not away, but inward.  Absorbed in his task at hand. Building, discovering or simply observing. He is unaware, for now, of the new day, the new wonders, the new opportunities it will bring.  He is not aware that I am observing him, and the warm light that surrounds and envelopes him. 

The door faces east so the entryway was flooded with early morning light. The walls are “white,” and I tried to capture all of the reflective colors possible on the walls ceiling and door. I was struck by the fleeting nature of light, and of childhood. 
At the bottom of the stairs, Sam, while bathed in that light is oblivious to it, and to the passage of time, simply focused on his project, a child at play.

The Music

Time Passes

Helen Davey

Time Passes is for hand wound music box, piano, two glockenspiels and metallophone. This is my musical response to a painting, "Samuel" by Felice Panagrosso. It reflect's on Panagrosso's comment that he was struck by the fleeting nature of light, and of childhood, (while watching his son at play). This is week 8 of my project "52 Sound-Paintings".
Time Passes is for hand wound music box, piano, two glockenspiels and metallophone. This is my musical response to a painting, "Samuel" by Felice Panagrosso. It reflect's on Panagrosso's comment that he was struck by the fleeting nature of light, and of childhood, (while watching his son at play). This is week 8 of my project "52 Sound-Paintings". More info here: https://helendavey.com/blog/week-8-felice-panagrossos-samuel-on-the-stairs/
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  1. Time Passes

detail “Samuel” the fleeting nature of light and childhood

My music 

I'm delighted by Felice's ambience and light; his linking the passage of time with the fleeting nature of light, and of childhood . It reminded of a poem by Nancy Cato called “Time Passing” 

"….So the simplest scene may be imbued, transfigured 
With a sense of time passing, when music plays; 
And so the face of a loved one grows 
More beautiful as the boat’s last whistle blows". 

 (from her poetry collection,”The Dancing Bough” (Sydney: Angus and Robertson, 1957).