Village Street

“D’Accardi loves to venture into meadows and trees, listening, amid the little greenery, perhaps embittered, and the brownish trunks, to a voice, deliberate accords, like the accent of a world, this one, already discovered because it immediately gives itself in confidence.
The trees are all tall: the lines of the water reach out: the meadows stretch out: slightly heightened perspective alters relationships, distances things, moves them onto the plane of a fairy-tale. Yet there are no nymphs among those trees, but at most the figure of a peasant woman passing by, and a group of naked horses. The village is not allegorized: in its evolution, and above all in its tone, which is often simultaneously flamed and veiled, it has passed through a filter, enchanting the atmosphere.”

Raffaello Giolli, 1938