The roots of the Heart

Anna Saghesser-Pavone

Art and Poetry

Transparencies, Essences, Memories

''...One day I asked a great sculptor for advice. He said to me: Work, work and work. Working I have always worked, but I understood that when work becomes a passion, it is like music that melts your soul, becomes your life. Then we ourselves become a musical instrument that plays our melody. And, while we work, time passes without us noticing. And so it was for me as I painted My Works. I had to feed My Roots..."

[From the Author's Preface, in the book 'Le Radici del Cuore'', published by Gangemi Editore]

Venezia-Palazzo Ducale

With the eyes

 and the mouth 

towards Heaven 

Tuning the Heart

 In the Silence

Honeymoon in Venice

Venice ; 

I consecrate this day to you.

Take it as a corolla of trembling water

drink it with eyes-with mouth

it flows in your veins

because the same light of your blood burns.

I give you this day of Sapphire

I leave it in your hands

Celestial Branch.

the Feminine world

In the Sun Circle

for all the Earths

where only and always

the wave and the wind

walk together

The Female Universe

Island of Love

Landing of Joy.

Promenade

Your loneliness enchants me

with an undefined face

lost senses on the senses.

Your form becomes purer

the shadow embrace

Lost in the Dream

Saltiness

The brackish edges on the swollen lips

and again of kisses the air that vanish

in truth facial

To drink the sea they prepare.

A beautiful day to dream about 

Venice

My lover

Lost,

Rediscovered.

I'm yours again.

Forgetful walk

Like a statue tied to old rites.

I hear the pulse

of the Air and beats me

a Tenderness on the Heart

so high that only You

you can hear

Tout est Blue

I want your light back that is now a spark between the spaces without bodies and for me without life.

I want it to stay forever remain in the anxiety for you, of new perfumes, new dimensions

and new sensations.

We lived an hour with our eyes blinded by love then the evening covered everything

and the secrets of the heart have dug a cave in the sun, this season,

What remains of me and you?

My thoughts are hanging on street lamps, they feel naked the wind court

And your tongue as a sharp sword, and your hand as a scorching whip.

For many nights I have touched your face, do not wake me when everything is a forgetful game,

Wait for me at dawn

I will be able to look at you.

The hour of wonder

You are come like the dew on the corollas, you dig the horizon with your absence,

Forever on the run like the wave,

You wake me in the middle of the night among storms that sleep in your soul.

Your words rain down on me like caresses in my hands and your heart a network full

of fish in the shade.

Your silence is of star, so far and simple

It's the hour of wonder

that shines like a Lighthouse.

The Hour of Splendor

It was the hour of the Splendor that shone like the sun and then of fog my winged and wounded soul.

Like a long-cherished edge the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shatters me like an edge.

And you standing at the bow of the boat, the pain that you did not express, what waves did not drown you and the currents that did not overflow.

We also lost this twilight, no one saw us tonight hand in hand, while the night with its blue hem fell on the world.

Movement and fascination in the aquerello

Painting is my great passion, a fire that burns in me without ever dying out. Only in the beauty of nature, I feel free. These are the moments of my life that give me the greatest emotions.

Understanding art and knowing how to paint is for me one of the greatest and most wonderful secrets of life.

When it is realized, it becomes pure joy; one with nature, one with art.

Those who have experienced these emotions, want to keep them forever.

Deep within my soul there is a tender secret, lonely and lost, forever in the light, except when my heart vibrates in response to art and closes again trembling in silence then explode in a multitude of colors...

For me, it always remains the most beautiful picture I have painted.

Studies and Academies

Born in Puglia (Italy) in 1958, in Sammichele, she studied art in Florence, first at the Liceo Artistico and then at the Accademia delle Belle Arti. He then attended Art Academies in Greece, Austria, Denmark and Belgium. 

His works are found in private and public collections, in Europe, Crete, Belgium, Norway, the Netherlands, Denmark, Germany, France, Austria and Italy, USA, United Arab Emirates, China, New Zealand, Canada and South Africa.

The first collector in Winterthur and supporter of his art was Dr Annagreth Koppel, followed by Dr Enrico Marconcini and Professor Ursi Marconcini.

In Switzerland, the Winterthur National has hosted his works since 2006 and today welcomes them definitvamente, thanks to the appreciation of Dr Rudi Bindella.

Since 2006 it has been in the Galleria Vittoria, the historic Art Gallery of Via Margutta in Rome that and from 2006, has exhibited his works in China, at the International West Lake Art Fair, Hagzbon.