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“His paintings appeared to me
like a gentle bath of light
in which is inscribed a secret
stenography of the soul.“
Gastone Breddo
To speak of landscape in the canonical sense is inappropriate for Casale. In his paintings there is no trace of a specific land, no recognizable geography, nor a local color linked to the vedutistic tradition. Rather, his is a landscape of the soul—evoked by memory and shaped by invention. It is an essential symbolic space where every line and hue translates imperceptible inner vibrations, even the most fleeting moods.
1995, Oil on canvas, 100 x 40 cm
1994, Oil on canvas, 50 x 60 cm
“Casale’s very personal landscapes achieve a complete harmony between compositional sense, content, and color—generous and gracious as his spirit.”
Avv. Alberto del Carlo
1999, Oil on canvas, 100 x 100 cm
1990, Oil on canvas, 70 x 80 cm
Casale yearns for a quiet that life denies, if not for an absolute purification then at least for a suspended breath apart from the clamor of the world. He speaks through silence—a dense, meaningful silence that stands in opposition to the deafening clamor of so many of his contemporaries. While others shout to be noticed, he opts for the whisper, the pause, the eloquent void in which the soul can finally listen to itself
1999, Oil on canvas, 100 x 100 cm
Oil on canvas, 100 x 70 cm
“On the canvas, the elements of his vision appear frayed, scattered, submerging into an ‘indistinct’ mass that resembles a desolate, sullied wasteland—accentuated by darker brushstrokes and patches. The only recognizable element is the horizon line, marking the boundary of the sea.”
Ernesto Borelli
“Various subjects converge around the broader theme of Mother Earth, interlacing feelings and moods that form the foundation of an expressive temperament rich in personal nuances. This enables Casale to remain at ease in a non-confrontational painting—a work oscillating between an abstract tendency and the memory of the landscape, where the figurative element also serves as an indispensable psychological reference.
On the canvas, the elements of his vision appear frayed, scattered, and submerging into an ‘indistinct’ mass that resembles a desolate, sullied wasteland, brought to life by darker brushstrokes and patches.”
Ernesto Borelli
Oil on canvas, 80 x 90 cm
2009, Oil on canvas, 80 x 25 cm
“Inside him, he felt the sea, not seen, not heard, but present.“
— Clarice Lispector, Near the Wild Heart
1980, Oil on canvas, 29,5 x 39,5 cm
2001, Oil on canvas, 100 x 100 cm
“The brushstrokes of these ‘landscapes of memory’ become signs—graphic cues embedded in spaces that are increasingly virtual and improbable, as in Terra rossa, where the line of the sea and the horizon might very well be absent. Everything appears rewritten with a different will. The very indication of such an unusual chromatic register acquires an unreal, evocative significance, as if Casale’s latest painting had taken advantage of abandoning the usual visual references.”
Ernesto Borelli
