Vanni Martina is a painter but he sees himself more like an architect of
portraits where a controlled inspiration of the human image is present.
In his characters, some of them very famous, one could find a deep
demand of peace and, at the same time, a sense of pictorial symphony,
more typical of an orchestral composition.
While his paintings speak a simple language, they result seductive in their
As Marcel Proust would say, Martina is always: " A la Recherche du
Temps Perdu " until he‘ll reach through images the "Regained Time"
There is always in his artistic creation a poetic that recalls a " Voice of
He paints love and grief, and in the subjects of his portraits you can feel
a painting emotion that reminds you, in an expressive way of pictorial
tradition from Renaissance.
He is a physician but became a painter, living painting just as a past
master would do in Picasso‘s century.
Once he told me: " All my creations recall my portrait " , indeed they are
all painted accurately and thoroughly, as if they were close relatives,
remarkable faces that carry in their colours the light of today, with the
hidden unease of his models.
Sometimes, he looks for goodness and sweetness in people‘s eyes,
building a case of colours in his own way, but always revealing all blush
and pale shadows present in the characters that he psychoanalyzes
through his painting. Nevertheless, according to Martina, with regard to
his work, it is only proper to talk of portrait art.
Pure and aristocratic painter, he doesn‘t seek fame, as some overseas
artists would do.
I think that according to him the Creation of the World happened in the
darkness and from the inside out. This explains why he prefers to paint
his characters during the night, with the fixity of a medianic projection in
the immeasurable and mysterious emptiness, as unknown aliens.
These are paintings that through their hudden universe, can take us from
the painted characters to the sky, challenging time as in Parisian can-can,
where his pictorial paste impetuosly whirls, so that sometimes you
can feel it burning, sparkling and puffing, in an hidden way, with
sprinkles of colours surrounding the character on canvas, with
metrological grimaces. They irradiate a halo of friendship, and Martina
immerses himself in painting as his personal element. he looks with a
quiet eye at the sight of an untouched canvas, that provides the same
attraction of a large window.
A measuring glance that rapidly inspects and examines his model, and
then he collects himself in front of the white canvas ready to dive
into the colours.