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| Currado Malaspina, Auvers-sur-Oise 1972 |
Not quite juvenilia though far from the chiselled concision of his present exchequerie, the Val-d'Oise landscapes pose an interesting problem for Malaspina scholars. The cascading froth of ecstatic brushwork is so unlike the pithy quicksilver of his more mature handwriting that many have attributed the radical shift to what historians now refer to simply as "the motorcycle accident."
Fifteen days in a coma and nearly as many blood transfusions, Currado Malaspina emerged from the scaffolded flames of near-death entirely transformed. His youthful temperament of optimism and joy became a trampled Troy of ruin. His broken bones were easily mended but his hammered heart turned cold. For years he has kept his Lucifer on a short leash of civility. His work, a phosphorent salvo of discontent, is another story.
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| Currado Malaspina, Argenteuil 1971 |
Let's all be grateful for his misfortune.
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| Currado Malaspina, 2009 |
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