40 in. (101.6 cm) x 36 in. (91.4cm) x 1 in. (2.5 cm)
Anthony Pontrello (Italo-American, b. 1950)
Matelda’s Garden
36 x 48 x 1 in. (91.4 x 122 x 2.5 cm)
mixed media on canvas
signed, bottom, left, initials, “AP”
signed, dated, on the reverse, “A. Pontrello 2026”
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“In this painting, the garden becomes a threshold between the earthly and the imagined. Dense passages of crimson, coral, green, and ochre gather and dissolve beneath an expanse of golden light. Black linear gestures move through the vegetation like stems, thorns, handwriting, or traces left by an unseen presence.
This work draws inspiration from the enchanted garden of Dante’s Purgatorio, where nature exists beyond ordinary time and memory is both relinquished and restored. Yet this is not an illustration of that garden. It is a personal vision of renewal—a place where flowers become immense, boundaries disappear, and the natural world seems animated by its own consciousness.
Here, the garden is abundant but untamed, beautiful yet slightly mysterious. It exists somewhere between recollection and dream, suggesting that beneath every season of apparent loss, the earth quietly prepares to flower again.” ~AP
Anthony Pontrello (Italo-American, b. 1950)
Matelda’s Garden
36 x 48 x 1 in. (91.4 x 122 x 2.5 cm)
mixed media on canvas
signed, bottom, left, initials, “AP”
signed, dated, on the reverse, “A. Pontrello 2026”
INQUIRE
“In this painting, the garden becomes a threshold between the earthly and the imagined. Dense passages of crimson, coral, green, and ochre gather and dissolve beneath an expanse of golden light. Black linear gestures move through the vegetation like stems, thorns, handwriting, or traces left by an unseen presence.
This work draws inspiration from the enchanted garden of Dante’s Purgatorio, where nature exists beyond ordinary time and memory is both relinquished and restored. Yet this is not an illustration of that garden. It is a personal vision of renewal—a place where flowers become immense, boundaries disappear, and the natural world seems animated by its own consciousness.
Here, the garden is abundant but untamed, beautiful yet slightly mysterious. It exists somewhere between recollection and dream, suggesting that beneath every season of apparent loss, the earth quietly prepares to flower again.” ~AP