The Passion Of Artemisa
Fourteen May 1612. Painter Orazio Gentileschi accompanies the daughter Artemisa, stuprata from the friend and collaborator Augustin Rate, to a process that will reveal for the young person a useless physical and spiritual torture.
With the fingers tightened from that rope who call sibilla, the pittrice Gentileschi Artemisa will have to defend if same, victim, from a world man who wants it guilty.
Therefore the American Susan Vreeland begins its most sensitive story, describing a torture that at the same time hits the woman and the artist and that it will be the origin point from which dipanerà then all the novel.
the life and the pictures of Gentileschi Artemisa come observe to you and reinventa you, in the light of this action of violence begin them, from an author loaded with sensibility and authenticity. Every moment of the life of the first pittrice woman comes told with a pen that it remembers the suffering and the umiliazione received from the girl Artemisa. Every picture that the artist creates is, for the Artemisa of the Vreeland, I redeem, and to show to the world the anger and the misfortune of who it has not received justice and it does not succeed to forget.
History and drama of love, passion and unrestrainable and creative hatred, the novel is moved from a city of art to the other, from Rome to Florence to Naples, until arriving to the court of London where Orazio Gentileschi has been moved and from where it recalls its daughter in the vain search of little deserved forgiveness.
Susan Vreeland, with an essential language but vibrating, loads at times with tension and with poetry, but that it remains however solid and blood, she tells to the reader the history of a wounded woman but she lives, and of an artist who in every work have succeeded to pour this its wound and this its life. Immedesimandosi with frank a first person, the author describes the genesis of some of the pictures more famous than Gentileschi Artemisa with unforgettable details, and decreasing the reader in the mind and the angry and sensitive heart of one pittrice that has used its same blood in order to color the dead women of Oloferne, happened at the hands of one not at all divine Giuditta.
E'' with it wants to run to see, or see again, the pictures of this gotten passionate artist, than it is exited from the last page of the novel, in order to control how much it has them you invest the delicate and sincere light of this narration. In order to find more still, behind every pennellata, the history of one woman and its passion.