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SONIA ZAFFONI

nature in the wind of

30 YEARS OF PAINTING

''I didn't follow the trends of the moment and I didn't seek approval. I wanted to find my own style. An understandable language that spoke of emotions, moments of life lived, beauty and freedom.''

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Specchio delle brame

Specchio delle brame

Acrilico su tavola 65x74 cm 2013

La gabbia

La gabbia

Acrilico su tavola 96x60 cm 2022

Cipressi

Cipressi

Acrilico su tavola 60x60 cm 2014

Viale vicino al fiume

Viale vicino al fiume

Acrilico su tavola 70x90 cm 2022

La carpa

La carpa

Acrilico su tavola 60x100 cm 2023

Ribot il cane del vento

Ribot il cane del vento

Acrilico su tavola 70x100 cm 2013

Rosso donna

Rosso donna

Acrilico su tavola 80x50 cm 2013

Cardi

Cardi

Acrilico su tavola 55x65 cm 2013

Nei campi

Nei campi

Acrilico su tavola 50x80 2022

Il mio cavallo che scalpitò

Il mio cavallo che scalpitò

Acrilico su tavola 80x100 cm

Girasoli

Girasoli

Acrilico su tavola 65x55 cm 2014

La porta interiore

La porta interiore

Acrilico su tavola 55x55 cm 2014

Letizia d'estate

Letizia d'estate

Eros Olivotto

“The central object of Sonia Zaffoni's painting, what most constitutes its current signature, is the representation of the wind, a vital breath capable of capturing movement and lightly expressing the passing of time, of which it is a metaphor and therefore an image, a figure."

Bruno Coveli

"Sonia with her works shows us the interpretation and the "naked" image of her spirit, presenting us her soul as a woman. In her canvases, the two opposites of time: the past that has stopped prisoner inside each of her works, and the future that travels fast in its own illusory dimension, almost pushed by a wind of lucid "artistic madness". Madness that upsets moments, distorts situations, disarrays and almost ridicules human existence itself."

Maurizio Scudiero

“And it is here, in this energetic relationship between Man and Nature, that Sonia Zaffoni founds her art, her painting. And it is a painting that moves from afar... immersed in a Nature often beaten by the wind... that disrupted
bushes, which made the shutters bang, or took away the hats and tangled the hair and even
the thoughts.”
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