Born and raised in Armstrong, a small village in Santa Fe province, recapitulation of the world in its own way, the Argentine Francisco Bosoletti (b. 1988) is provided with a limpid and primogenial gaze on life, nature and humanity.

His art, which also carries the traits of a universal classicity, manifests itself similarly to the mixture of genes that nourish the skin of migrants. A detail, like a flower or a rope, can conceal an unexpected meaningfulness. A face and a body, caught in an ephemeral way, can reveal a recondite and melancholic dimension of existence and become an invitation to be present in your own life free from outside conditioning.

Bosoletti paints his walls respecting the memory of the sites and the people who inhabit them. His intervention accompanies that of the time that elapses, hiding and revealing at the same time visions that seem to persist in an eternal present and remind man of the transience of existence. His painting forces the viewer to look differently, refining his sensitivity and resorting to different perceptual models than the usual and reassuring ones.

The numbed eyes take action in capturing his just revealed images, receptors almost saturated with shouted visions below the threshold of consciousness, discover figures that suddenly emerge from the background and awaken a new, more subtle and powerful way of perception. These apparitions cross sense limits and touch the depths of those who look, blending with their emotions and their memories as paint strokes on the canvas and on the walls.