Ciro Palumbo’s paintings become the place, or perhaps the no-place, of a dream that is immersed in a time marked only by the variation of light, which changes the colours and the shadows of the colonnades and bricks: defined and clear at midday, hot at sunset, cold under the lights of the night. In the paintings of Palumbo, there are cypress trees in the background, the sea and the stormy clouds above it, providing us spatial coordinates and familiar elements to which we can refer. His works are described by a silent atmosphere, inhabited by paper boats, colourful balloons, toys, ancient Greek statues that take away islands removed from the seas, restless moons chained to the grounds by human beings. His images encourage the observer to interpret and perceive archetypal memories and strictly personal reminiscence. The artist moves with wise spirit between heaven and earth, between the dream world and the tangible reality.


In fuga