In his younger days, Madaudo used to climb the monumental family wardrobe and spend entire days drawing there... And when people asked — “But Beppe?... Where's Beppe?” His mom would reply in a serious tone, “He went to the moon; he'll be back.”

For the past long years, the moon has been the place of Beppe Madaudo's mystery and absence, an absence punctuated by exhibitions and international events in Germany (Hamburg), Switzerland (Will), France (Arles), Japan (Takayama, where he lived in the venerable Keysu Okada's Palace), and the United States (New York). Italian stops are equally numerous, with each having stories and legends: Conegliano Veneto, Prato, Milan, Rome, Lecce, Palermo, Piazza Armerina, Orvieto. Even on these occasions, Madaudo appeared briefly and fleetingly. It is said he would come and go from the moon, where all things lost upon the earth end up. However, now he is here in the window of this gallery neither earth nor moon determined to stay with his works and their magnetic force.

Madaudo applies old-fashioned mixtures such as Bologna chalk and rabbit glue. He retrieves patient gestures and meticulous application from the old masters: engravings, inlays, strong colors, and precise strokes. Madaudo infuses this intense work into the figures, while the gold leaf pulls him step by step out of time.

The moon disappears, it completes its revolution, and then reappears. In the happy aftermath of this wandering, as Luigi Russo -  the only one who has seen Madaudo at work on several occasions - writes: “the enchantment of the paintings remains. They stand before us like lymphs of life, pure imaginative testimonies”. Awaiting the next revolution.