Luigi Monteferrante is creating Art.
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Born in Montreal,  Canada, 1962, I moved to Italy to write the Great Canadian Novel. It took longer than I expected, and went wholly unnoticed except for one positive review.  As a poet,  however, I have had well over a hundred poems published in circa 40 magazines, mostly American.

Throughout, I supported myself by teaching and running a seaside bed & breakfast in Vasto Marina, Italy.

 The school closed, and the summer season is, however,  short. Fortunately, I'm a low-maintenance guy and my wife loves my cooking. And housekeeping. You do what you can.

After writing more poems, a dozen plays, an endless novel which flourished into fictional works of visul art, I had a reset.

No more words.

Lining words up, one after another, setting, resetting,  mixing and matching - enough. In a way, I ran off with the character of this last novel.

I started my first painting 2 November 2013. I have not stopped since, retiring into a near-hermetic state to paint a portfolio of 100+ works. Not entirely out of the blue,  it must be said; I studied art history in college, sat with an established Canadian/American artist for years, organised an arts work shop, and pretty much kept my eyes open.

But this was, at 51, a new life,  a tentative adventure I feared, loved, and battled until it became a beautiful journey, every day a blessing in that being very much underemployed I was able to dedicate all my time and energy to painting.  And between paintings, I emailed almost every gallery listed in Artforum in the hope that I would find a gallery,  representation. Interested? No thanks.

I had a first show in a Milano university,  a group show in Vasto, and the town's only gallery has two of my paintings on exhibit. Only the economic downturn in Italy is especially dismal, the gallerista says, as does the entire chorus. I was supposed to have a group show in Ireland in November 2014, but it was postponed indefinitely due to flooding.

Bad luck, good luck, I keep painting, but living as I do in a small town, very much outside the usual circle, circuit, or circus of the art world, and its patrons, collectors, buyers, media, all contribute to decreasing my chances of 'making it' ie surviving on my artistic labors, my art.

Why I am trying Patreon.

You could buy my paintings outright, or support my work on a monthly basis, so that I can continue painting, but also keep contacting galleries, and making the low-cost trips to London and Brussels when there's an art fair in an effort to network, to learn, to expand my knowledge. So, it is not, and had never been, just ivory tower, why my poetry is indeed out there.

And yet I need your support to create work I hope is thoughtful,  meditative, and aesthetically beautiful, but also as a significant, tangible, vital sign that there are people who do care about art, who believe art is important.

We all know that artists have historically required patrons, a prince or a people - or princely people like yourselves whom I ask to join me in this life journey, an artistic odyssey into and across the Great White Canvas. And beyond.

Hop aboard.

Thank you. Grazie. Merci. 

Nota bene: to see my work, please visit: 

luigimonteferrante.com

BLOG: www.arteluigi.wordpress.com
Born in Montreal,  Canada, 1962, I moved to Italy to write the Great Canadian Novel. It took longer than I expected, and went wholly unnoticed except for one positive review.  As a poet,  however, I have had well over a hundred poems published in circa 40 magazines, mostly American.

Throughout, I supported myself by teaching and running a seaside bed & breakfast in Vasto Marina, Italy.

 The school closed, and the summer season is, however,  short. Fortunately, I'm a low-maintenance guy and my wife loves my cooking. And housekeeping. You do what you can.

After writing more poems, a dozen plays, an endless novel which flourished into fictional works of visul art, I had a reset.

No more words.

Lining words up, one after another, setting, resetting,  mixing and matching - enough. In a way, I ran off with the character of this last novel.

I started my first painting 2 November 2013. I have not stopped since, retiring into a near-hermetic state to paint a portfolio of 100+ works. Not entirely out of the blue,  it must be said; I studied art history in college, sat with an established Canadian/American artist for years, organised an arts work shop, and pretty much kept my eyes open.

But this was, at 51, a new life,  a tentative adventure I feared, loved, and battled until it became a beautiful journey, every day a blessing in that being very much underemployed I was able to dedicate all my time and energy to painting.  And between paintings, I emailed almost every gallery listed in Artforum in the hope that I would find a gallery,  representation. Interested? No thanks.

I had a first show in a Milano university,  a group show in Vasto, and the town's only gallery has two of my paintings on exhibit. Only the economic downturn in Italy is especially dismal, the gallerista says, as does the entire chorus. I was supposed to have a group show in Ireland in November 2014, but it was postponed indefinitely due to flooding.

Bad luck, good luck, I keep painting, but living as I do in a small town, very much outside the usual circle, circuit, or circus of the art world, and its patrons, collectors, buyers, media, all contribute to decreasing my chances of 'making it' ie surviving on my artistic labors, my art.

Why I am trying Patreon.

You could buy my paintings outright, or support my work on a monthly basis, so that I can continue painting, but also keep contacting galleries, and making the low-cost trips to London and Brussels when there's an art fair in an effort to network, to learn, to expand my knowledge. So, it is not, and had never been, just ivory tower, why my poetry is indeed out there.

And yet I need your support to create work I hope is thoughtful,  meditative, and aesthetically beautiful, but also as a significant, tangible, vital sign that there are people who do care about art, who believe art is important.

We all know that artists have historically required patrons, a prince or a people - or princely people like yourselves whom I ask to join me in this life journey, an artistic odyssey into and across the Great White Canvas. And beyond.

Hop aboard.

Thank you. Grazie. Merci. 

Nota bene: to see my work, please visit: 

luigimonteferrante.com

BLOG: www.arteluigi.wordpress.com

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