The Woman, in her forms, in her clothes, in her movements, in her mind.
It is beauty or maybe it isn’t. It is good or maybe it is not.
What is good, what is evil? What is beautiful, what is ugly?
Never a more unsolved arcane, never a more subjective concept.
The woman’s body as an interpretative key to a world of which we can only define the envelope, the weight, the sizes, but whose most absolute meanings remain eternally hidden.
Giampiero Abate makes it an expressive creed. He brings to his material (and material) forms that indefinable added value that only the female essence has.