Chissà chi era, che fine ha fatto, come e dove ha incontrato Madoi.
Guardando questa immagine, densa di una sofferenza unica, potrebbe non essere arrivata a sera.
O forse era una donna, molto bella, dall' aria e dalla vita apparentemente serena, ma con quel ben nascosto retroscena emotivo e disperato che Madoi era maestro nell' individuare, per poi riproporlo come
referto pittorico di autopsia dell' animo.
Janet.
We wonder who she might have been, what has become of her, when and where she might have met Madoi.
Looking at this desperate image one might say that she didnt arrive at the end of the day. Or may be that she was a lady, a beautiful lady, living an apparently perfect life while hiding an intimate background full of anguish and despair, and Madoi, a master in discovering hidden secrets and in painting their essence as a sort of soul post mortem reports, left here his witness touch.
