While having my breakfast at Peggy Guggenheim Foundation in Venice i saw an unknown exotic fruit lying at my feet and suddenly a wave of energy captured my being, a primal desire, an explosion, desire to live and love. I think similar experience is described by Marcel Proust, who was overtaken by sensation of recognition tasting a cake from his childhood (i had read the book 25 years ago, do not remember well), only mine was brought by yet unknown (forbidden?) fruit. I was heading for an exhibition in Palazzo Fortuny dedicated to Marchesa Cassatti, who i had painted as one of “Three Graces of Silver Age”- a muse of Belle Epochue, a psychic involved in diplomatic circles as a greek oracle, a fashion guru, a heroinne of many prosaic and poetic works. Every time i encounter her or her close friend’s Gabrielle d’Annunzio’s privately owned objects for some reason tears or emotional wave of closeness come up, as if i knew them, was one of them….In the end of exhibition i discovered that Peggy Guggenheim had bought from Marchesa Cassatti the house in which i found the unknown fruit which brought back my wholeness. The mystery of Ouroborus, or Full Circle.
