{"id":8069,"date":"2026-09-15T12:07:20","date_gmt":"2026-09-15T10:07:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/?p=8069"},"modified":"2026-09-15T12:07:20","modified_gmt":"2026-09-15T10:07:20","slug":"how-an-image-is-born","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/how-an-image-is-born\/","title":{"rendered":"How an image is born"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"row\"  id=\"row-2094398252\">\n\n\t<div id=\"col-2128318984\" class=\"col small-12 large-12\"  >\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"col-inner\"  >\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\n\t<div id=\"text-3939057787\" class=\"text\">\n\t\t\n<p>The birth of Restanza. From the figure to absence<\/p>\n<p>Images are not born in front of a canvas. They are born much earlier.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes a door left ajar, an empty room, an object left in its place, a light that enters in silence is enough. In that instant I feel that the place continues to hold something, even though the people are no longer there.<\/p>\n<p>For many years I painted the human figure. Then I understood that, in certain cases, absence tells more than presence. This is how my path dedicated to Restanza was born.<\/p>\n<p>Restanza is not nostalgia. It is not the desire to go back. It is what remains when time has passed: a memory that continues to inhabit spaces, a trace that endures without making a sound.<\/p>\n<p>Each of my works is born from an image that surprises me. I do not seek it: I recognise it. It is as if it had always been there, waiting to be truly looked at.<\/p>\n<p>This is why I believe that the artist&#8217;s task is not to invent images, but to learn to see them. Only then can they be transformed into painting.<\/p>\n<p>This project of mine is born precisely with this intent: to share the path that carries an image from memory to the canvas, showing how a place, a light or a small detail can become a work of art<\/p>\n\t\t\n<style>\n#text-3939057787 {\n  font-size: 1.14rem;\n  line-height: 1.4;\n  color: rgb(0,0,0);\n}\n#text-3939057787 > * {\n  color: rgb(0,0,0);\n}\n<\/style>\n\t<\/div>\n\t\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\n<style>\n#col-2128318984 > .col-inner {\n  padding: 25px 0px 0px 0px;\n}\n<\/style>\n\t<\/div>\n\n\t\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"data_inizio":"","data_fine":"","luogo":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[128],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8069","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8069"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8816,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8069\/revisions\/8816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.karamcannarella.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}