After leaving Art school, I furthered my studies in Set Design (Theatre) at the Accademia di Belle Arti in Florence,my hometown where I grew up and developed as an artist. Over the years I have tried a wide range of pictorial techniques, but Indian ink remains my preferred medium for graphic expression.


Farmers' Life

For some years my work has been focused on the depiction of scenes of peasant life, representing its symbolic works.

Through a constant iconographic study (on different documentary sources) tools are faithfully reproduced almost to create a direct thread that ideally links medieval rural society with life in the countryside until a few decades ago.

I also venture into other worlds– more or less real– but always heritage of the deepest popular tradition and culture.

Stories of Nobodies

I draw hands out of proportion to underline the main instruments of hard work in the countryside; large hands which "force" the wholeness of the figure and a general dismorphism which, when inserted into a context of perspective and composite simplification, recalls the artistic experience of the naive movements.
So it is not my intention to faithfully reproduce the iconography of a specific historical period, but figures which are immediately legible, ingenuous, almost grotesque: small, simple, humble but noble stories; those of so many nobodies rendered solemn and halted in time, in their simple ritual repetitiveness.
Or also single scenes of an ideal theatrical performance, where those performing from the screenplay of life have had the most hidden parts, less visible to the public at large: the hardest and most silent parts behind the scenes of the great stage of history.

Less visible but often crucial and certainly no less noble than those who have had or taken their place on the stage.

The curtain comes down

A small contribution so that the beauty of those lives is not forgotten in this progression of the wonderful and mysterious representation of life, but rather welcomed with the same attention reserved for the protagonists; because when the curtain comes down, and the costumes - the masks - are removed, we all find ourselves with the same doubts, fears, joys, anxieties, enjoyment, suffering, delights, demons, pleasures and pains, which start in the womb with a mysterious cry and finish with an equally mysterious eternal sleep.

And in the silence, the ticking of memory remains for whoever still performs his vigil.



Samuele Calosi

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Samuele Calosi

Via della Sapienza, 17 – 53100 Siena Italy

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