Aphrodite of Milos (Greek: Ἀφροδίτη τῆς Μήλου, Aphroditē tēs Mēlou), better known as the Venus de Milo, is an ancient Greek statue and one of the most famous works of ancient Greek sculpture. Created at some time between 130 and 100 BC, it is believed to depict Aphrodite (Venus to the Romans) the Greek goddess of love and beauty. It is a marble sculpture, slightly larger than life size at 203 cm (6 ft 8 in) high. Its arms and original plinth have been lost. From an inscription that was on its plinth, it is thought to be the work of Alexandros of Antioch; it was earlier mistakenly attributed to the master sculptor Praxiteles. It is currently on permanent display at the Louvre Museum in Paris (from Wikipedia).
“DANCING”, acrilic on canvas, Massimo DAVI, 2011
“DANCING” (1-2), acrilic on canvas, cm. 10×8, Massimo DAVI, 2011
“DANCING” (2-2), acrilic on canvas, cm. 10×8, Massimo DAVI, 2011
Let’s Dance
Let’s dance
Let’s dance
Let’s dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues
Let’s dance, to the song they’re playin’ on the radio
(David Bowie)
“La poltrona di Rapallo”, acrilic on canvas, 35×50 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2009
Rapallo is a municipality in the province of Genoa, in Liguria, northern Italy…it is part of the Tigullio Gulf and is located in between Portofino and Chiavari…the climate is moderate and the main part of town is on fairly level land. Many of the villas are built in the hills that rise immediately behind the city to protect them from strong northern winds.Rapallo area is included in the Parco Naturale Regionale di Portofino, encompassing the territory of six communes (Wikipedia)
“Lesbia”, acrilic on canvas, 60×80 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2011
“Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemusRumoresque senum severiorumOmnes unius aestimemus assis.Soles occidere et redire possunt:nobis cum semel occidit brevis lux,nox est perpetua una dormienda.Da mihi basia mille, deinde centum,dein mille altera, dein secunda centumdeinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,aut nequis malus invidere possit,cum tantum sciat esse basiorum” (Catullo)
“PAIN”, acrilic on canvas, 90×90 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2010
pain/peɪn/
▶noun
1 a strongly unpleasant bodily sensation such as is caused by illness or injury.
2 mental suffering or distress.
3 (also pain in the neck or vulgar slang arse) informal an annoying or tedious person or thing.4 (pains) careful effort.
▶verb cause mental or physical pain to.■ chiefly N. Amer. (of a part of the body) hurt.– phrases on (or under) pain of on penalty of.– derivatives pained adjective.– origin ME: from OFr. peine, from L. poena ‘penalty’, later ‘pain’.
“by Concise Oxford English Dictionary © 2008 Oxford University Press”
“Australian light”, acrilic on canvas, 100 x 80 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2010
Australia ( /əˈstreɪljə/), officially the Commonwealth of Australia, is a country in the Southern Hemisphere comprising the mainland of the Australian continent, the island of Tasmania and numerous smaller islands in the Indian and Pacific Oceans.N4 Neighbouring countries include Indonesia, East Timor and Papua New Guinea to the north, the Solomon Islands, Vanuatu and New Caledonia to the northeast and New Zealand to the southeast (wikipedia)
“Ila”, acrilic on canvas, 80×90 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2009
“How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind” (Bob Dylan, Blowing in the wind)
“Blue Eyes”, acrilic on canvas, 60×80 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2010
L’”albatros” de Charles Baudelaire
Souvent, pour s’amuser, les hommes d’équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.
A peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l’azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d’eux.
Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule !
Lui, naguère si beau, qu’il est comique et laid !
L’un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L’autre mime, en boitant, l’infirme qui volait !
Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l’archerExilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l’empêchent de marcher.
“Pigalle”, acrilic on canvas, 60×80 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2011
Pigalle (French pronunciation: [piɡal]) is an area in Paris around the Place Pigalle, on the border between the 9th and the 18th arrondissements. It is named after the sculptor Jean-Baptiste Pigalle (1714–1785).Pigalle is famous for being a tourist district, with many sex shops on Place Pigalle and the main boulevards and prostitutes operating in the side streets. The neighborhood’s raunchy reputation led to its World War II nickname of “Pig Alley” by Allied soldiers. The Divan du Monde and the Moulin Rouge, a world-famous cabaret, are both located in Pigalle.(from Wikipedia)
“SUNDAY MORNING”, acrilic on canvas, 100×100 cm., Massimo DAVI, 2010
“Sunday morning,
praise the dawning
It’s just a restless feeling
by my side Early dawning,
Sunday morning
It’s just the wasted years
so close behind
Watch out,
the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you
who will call
It’s nothing at all
Sunday morning
and I’m falling
I’ve got a feeling
I don’t want to know
Early dawning,
Sunday morning
It’s all the streets you crossed,
not so long ago
Watch out, the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around you
who will call
It’s nothing at all Watch out,
the world’s behind you
There’s always someone around
you who will call
It’s nothing at all
Sunday morning
Sunday morning
Sunday morning ” (Lou Red)






































