Marco Vido, born on the 3rd of August 1960 in Como, where he lives and works, graduated as an Architect at the Polytechnic of Milan in 1985. In 2008 he started painting as autodidact, sharing his time between his job as an architect and his art. This passionate pleasure has become his main activity since 2011. His love for art originates from his travelling and visiting museums, initially more for architecture’s interest, but also from the strong admiration for his father, architect and painter himself. He exhibits for the time in occasion of ‘Mantero. One hundred years of Architecture’ , in Como, June 2011. In March 2012, his first personal exhibition at the ‘L’ Art’ in Como. In 2011 he participates, among others, to a Christie’s charity auction with two paintings of great success, purchased from Sydney and New York.

Fascinated by flowers, from which he captures the essence after their blossom, symbols of the briefness of life, he recovers their identity and their power even when colours and shapes start dissolving after their explosion, turning into the final modification and ending in their definitive essence.

Odisseo’s journey. The return. The points of reference, the woman, the son. The loyalty, the strength, the temptations. The anxiety. The cry, the man, the warrior. They all ooze from the ships that cross the liquid sea. A purpose, a sake, a life, the life. Moved by the daily awakening and not knowing how the next will be. By the course of the instant that changes the existence, alternated by joy and its contrary. Odisseo is each of us, the man, the woman, the humanity. The hulls seen from beneath. From the depth of the sea. From the depth where the shadow, like the cloud, like the thought , runs, breaking up on the bottom’s surface deep under water.

Architecture remains his life’s leitmotif, the leading thread, from the paper to the canvas. Alive in his soul, from which he has never looked away, but indeed that he now reads with the same, though purified, spirit that has always accompanied him in his search since university. When his ‘teachers’ taught him and made him fly ‘inside’. The vision, which is not point of view, is ‘flight’, not frontal, not plane, but ‘crossing’, penetrating, searching for the texture, the origin and the spirit of the generating thought.


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