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Annamaria Russo's reading, rich of multiple hints, move from a background that becomes thick, terrestrial colours, a background populated by poor, recycled objects, full of that humility that is a peculiarity of the concrete and the real.

At the end of this iter we have the certainty of the deep continuity that connects, now far in time but made by the same creative matrix, the continuity itself of Annamaria's evolution like a person, of her simultaneous grow in the life and in the work, like artist and like woman.

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