it’s with a strange wariness that i approach the work of giuseppe velardo‘s work. everything about it screams a warning… the disparity between the dark innocence of the portraits and the menacing tension created with his burnt bloody wash becomes a metaphor for a hidden violence. both attractive and disturbing at once makes the work dynamic but difficult… the trepidation of the viewer makes the experience almost interactive. it becomes a snapshot of inner turmoil intentionally exposed, the viewer feels almost embarrassed at this candour.
this is the valuable nature of velardo’s work… making us see what we don’t want to.