We All Take Part In the Vast Choreography Our Score the Winds, Th Tide, Our Backdrop Venice - La Serenissima

Time stands still here. Venice at Carnival is the world headquarters for dreamers. Their dreams are visible. They wear them on their backs. There is no need to sense them in the stones, turrets, spires and domes of the city because here the human figure reigns. I was thrust suddenly into a moving sea of parading figures. I painted two dozen pictures of them to catch their bizarre stances and the contrast of their brilliant plumage against the murky night. Somehow paint alone could not express the theatrical, sinister quality of this assemblage and the mixed feelings of admiration and aversion these figures produced in me, so I accompanied the paintings with short poems.

- Letizia Pitigliani

Sun Man, 1987
Soubrette Man, 1987
Thi Flashing Night Is mine Alone. Seduced, I writhe and Undulate Inside my Garish Shell.
Make Way For the Abyss Where Love is Warped Supplanted by Eros In a Wig.
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Ambassadors from Somewhere else, Your elegiac grace Fills the heart with Longing That Knows no Time or place.
Silver Dancer, 1987
Phantasmagoric Man, 1987
Ghost Family, 1987
The Sea has freed me to float in Time, Glittering Narcissus Bleeding Sequins in a gorgeous Arc.
Rush headlong through time, but grab the flying flowers of consolation as they pass.
We have Spun a Brocade of Fishscales and Lights, Sequins and Fire, To enshroud our Searing Dreams and Hide them from the World.
Vampire Man, 1987
Blue Face,1987
Swan Man and Son, 1987
I am proud of them I am terrified of them I am sad for them I am ashamed for them -  for they are Life, but they are also Death.
We are afraid having come so far - Will our Shabby Sovereign Recognize her children?
Supplicants of Acceptance You Exist to be Admired Step out of Yourselves Become Trans formed - and Fly!
Gold Mask, 1987
Parthenon Man, 1987
Dede, 1987
Tangible Music Colors Seen Only in Dreams Soul thirst no more Drink Deep the Carnevale.
Tighten the Reins Hilarity Threatens To Drag me off!
Behold How Still I Stand. I man the Bastions of my Insecurity - One Loving Look Would Crumble the Barricades.
Pink Paper Lady, 1987
Double Face, 1986
High Priest, 1987
Who Knows Where The Big Masquerade Ends? This Small one I Control.
Their Cozy Lairs abandoned They Join the Headlong Drive - Jigging Somnambulists In their Dark Flight
Golden Man, 1987
Make me See Where I am Let me find Myself Within these Feathers of Shimmering Fire.
From Where Have They Come? What Dim Epoch, What Shrouded Landscape Spewed Them Into this Night?
Red Man, 1986
Moon Man, 1987