The "myth" is also the subject of interest of Arrigo Musti.
In various forms the artist back, cyclically, to confront his own cultural classics an Mediterranean roots.
Greek and Roman statues eroded by scratching, metaphorically represent the image of our contemporaneity. The social and economic condition of Greece today "docet".
The latest works (2015, mixed oil on canvases) of the cycle: "G.T. Greece Today-Drops on surfaces 2015", like "Red Aphrodite", with garish colours of embarrassed and without admirers Aphrodite, (red is the dominant tone picture) , represent, for the artist, the relativistic drift of our "vacua" contemporary age.
About these artwork says the Oscar Prize Giuseppe Tornatore that has chosen Arrigo Musti for the 54th Venice Biennial: someone says that a real artist should be recognisable in any of its works. That a subtle and invisible thread inevitably crosses the thematic and expressive disparities. That authentic artists substantially cannot renounce to carry inside themselves, often unconsciously, a sign, a premonition, a totally personal trait that marks the entire work in an unrepeatable unicum (synthesis), and at the same time reveals its ultimate hidden sense. If it is so, the young Arrigo Musti is already one of them.
Indeed his paintings possess the merit of infusing since the first instant the perception of being in front of an accomplished and unequivocal style, reinforced by a noble and unusual poetics, imperious and sincere, constantly torn by the wounds of an ancient as well as unexpected recognition of the pain. Beyond the tremendous ability to merge lights, forms and colours in an innovative and visionary harmony, from some aspects provocative, distressing and disquieting, what especially strikes and surprises in the work of Arrigo seems to me his aesthetics of commotion for a world that has lost its own mythology. The modern affliction of a poet, who longs for a universe of heroes and legends, where human beings are not anymore able to reflect. His desolate glance to an Olympus of Gods uninterested to our destiny as a result of the humiliation by men’s blindness.