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In the still of the night, along routes fading in darkness, “contests” and “warriors”, equerries and grooms, soldiers marching in rows towards unknown destinations and awful tragedies, death and the cries of mangled bodies, this whole scenario is re-enacted all over again. Beyond the fight, you can sense the irony of life, as by dawn tournaments turn into game, warriors become children and challenges shift into a dream. At daylight, hope rises from the hills, at last.
(Angelo Mistrangelo, Cesare Bruno “For a tournament”, L’ltalia Medica, Turin, n°3, May - June 1982)
Bruno’s work recalls ancient times, notes, mysterious alchemies of a journey which is search of action, colour, similarities, feelings, as well as the other side of a man, who obstinately, intensely, gave his image to the variety and complexity of an existence devoted to art and science.
(Angelo Mistrangelo, The broken myth, Sala Comunale d’Arte Contemporanea, Alessandria, 16 January 1990)
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