A artist must face the passing of time in his works, his body and the the world of contemporary art's indifference. Strong arms, big muscles, and naked bodies are part of colossal fighting against oblivion and mold; they fade into the blue, they drown within it and disappear like birds in the sky. Between London and the Argentinean pampas, a portrait of Ricardo Cinalli's universe emerges.
A artist must face the passing of time in his works, his body and the the world of contemporary art's indifference. Strong arms, big muscles, and naked bodies are part of colossal fighting against oblivion and mold; they fade into the blue, they drown within it and disappear like birds in the sky. Between London and the Argentinean pampas, a portrait of Ricardo Cinalli's universe emerges.