It can be a way to begin to approach a new means of expression, perhaps creating a comfort zone in which to dedicate oneself solely to learning a new technique by painting one's own drawings. But at the same time the gym becomes art because the new language, the pictorial one, forces Ponzi to reckon with his personality.
His post-minimalist works tell a lot about himself, even when he works on commission ("I never know what I'll do, definitely something different and sometimes it's not easy because clients use my already done works as references", explains Ponzi), and this time it's about dealing with «a conceptual effort that relates to what I do, which is humanized», explains the artist.
He continues: «I was naturally faced with the problem of making colors and I discovered that I am exceptionally good at that, I know exactly what is needed to obtain that particular tone. But instead I discovered something that I had never noticed on the computer: every color is a note, but the symphony of the composition can only be seen at the end».
While he says this he points to a very large painting on my left. There are a man and a woman immersed in water up to their waists in a lake or perhaps in the clear pool of a small river, among the trees. The circles of water caused by their immersion do not end in the space of the scene and the light, a little milky, allows the reflections of their naked bodies to be more important than the details of the man's face, the only one who could take the lead. scene. Which instead remains intimate, between the two of them, despite the audience being immersed in the same water or perhaps on the shore, right there in front.
It was the cover of a novel by Saramago. And it was precisely in composing that chromatic symphony that Ponzi realized the musical value of colour: "It seemed to me that the background was the wrong tone", he explains, "then when I used the flesh color to paint human figures everything balanced out".