First published: Winter 2024/2025
In his old boat workshop by a Venice canal, Narciso Bressanello conjured net-like images from a reservoir of memories and archaic consciousness
Far away from the narrow streets through which streams of tourists squeeze every day, in a quiet area of the Dorsoduro district of Venice, was Narciso Bressanello’s workshop where he used to repair boats. A few drawings hung from a barred window on the outside wall, fluttering in the breeze. Inside, Bressanello had removed the workbenches and tools of his former work. Instead, the gloomy, damp room was completely lined with his drawings, taped to boards, fixed with clothes pegs, alongside newspaper clippings, pamphlets, photographs, and pictures of saints, no empty spaces remaining. A small, improvised desk could fit one of the sheets of paper that the artist used.
Bressanello at work in his studio in 1986; photo: Elmar R Gruber
By ELMAR R GRUBER
This is an article extract; read the full article in Raw Vision 121.
