Iorizzo usually neglects the rendering of detail and on the contrary entrusts everything to a brushstroke (or spatula) that we could very well define as summary and quick, which gives the interlocutor the surprise effect of a face immortalized in a sudden expression and sometimes accentuated by hair in the wind, surgically retouched lips or a particular piercing. But there is another detail that enchants the observer: the protagonist of the work always looks at someone or something that we don't see. Who is watching? What is she looking at? What is the message that transpires or that we feel slipping intimately within us? Don't you have the feeling that every face portrayed by Michelino Iorizzo has something to tell? / Iorizzo usually neglects the rendering of detail and on the contrary entrusts everything to a brushstroke (or spatula) that we could very well define summary and quick, which gives the interlocutor the surprise effect of a face immortalized in a sudden expression and sometimes accentuated by hair in the wind, from surgically retouched lips or from a particular piercing. But there is another detail that enchants the observer: the protagonist of the work always looks at someone or something that we do not see. Who is watching? What are you looking at? What is the message that transpires or that we feel intimately slipping inside us? Don't you have the feeling that every face portrayed by Michelino Iorizzo has something to tell?
