Tramonto 1946

Luigi Russolo painted *Tramonto* with blended strokes of orange and yellow, contrasted against dark blues and greens. Imagine him, brush in hand, capturing that fleeting moment when the sun dips below the horizon, a daily spectacle yet always unique. The paint is applied in such a way that it feels like he’s trying to hold onto something that’s already disappearing. It’s like memory, right? We try to grasp it, but it slips away, changing in our hands. That band of orange—it’s not just color; it's a feeling, a mood. It speaks of warmth, of closure, but also of the anticipation of night. It reminds me of Turner, of course, and maybe even Rothko. But Russolo brings his own particular flavor, a certain… restlessness. Painters are always in conversation, borrowing, riffing, and responding across time. It’s a messy, beautiful dialogue, full of echoes and new voices.