In Bruno Ceccobelli’s painting I always find something new and something old, something banal and something smart. A skillful wider of allusions, who draws the viewer in with a bait of double meanings, he reveals himself through disclosure. I understand his sly intellectual game, and I usually fall for it, but not always. Ceccobelli has considerable technical skill, a spiritual depth, and high level of culture, but to often hi work is intellectual to the point where it seems closed off, coconut. It’s fluff meanings and countermeanings, messages and canceled messages, and even when the image;s