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POLLAZZON NOE 'A

Cherubino Di Miana

Pollazzon Noah in his studio in Digoman

Born in Voltago, graduated in materials techniques (P. Mining), even if blood from an early age had a taste of art. There followed several works in the shipyards as a surveyor. Those who liked to recall with nostalgia and a certain frequency were sites in Argentina and Switzerland.


Just in the past periods site was also born in the taste of poetry, written in both mother tongue and English. Poems that he had collected and jealously guarded and enjoyed reading the most intimate friends.

returned to his home town after work, took up his passion of the past, painting, watercolors, tempera and drawings charcoal or ink.


lover of flowers, painted the cultivated varieties and wild with the colors that only his art and his considerable powers of observation could seize. And looking at his paintings, said that geranium most beautiful he had painted for his brother Peter. (M. Cherubino.)

Noah's passion was the nature that surrounded him . Where both lived in the village of Digoman that he knew in the historical center near draw ideas for an oil painting, a watercolor sketch for a china.
In him was the art that was painfully emerged as from a young had been able to follow the path he would have liked to devote himself exclusively to painting.


But the arrogance with which the art was able to emerge from his mind put him in retirement years Featured artist Agordo.

The Wood

well in shady woods

In the silence of things

Sit and looks constantly

The mysterious nature

The scent of the foliage

green, yellow and copper

Search, and you'll find it

What you have ever had

Mira the color of the beam

What frastagliasi in beech

It illuminates the soft moss

of this beloved hill

Look at those reflections

That gamma di colori

Sfolgoranti e complessi

Di silvestri e puri fiori.

Noè Pollazzon

01.01.1952

Pensiero d’amore

Nell’insonia delle notti

Vo pensando blacks in the eyes

learned that deep as

san hide the thoughts

redundant they mouth

Emerald and plump

Blessed is he who touches

With a kiss and close

San instill good things

of joke and light

brilliant as the stars in the sky

spasms of joy and of love

What is the spirit that took

son's little face immaculate

gaze weightless

by brisk and snoccolato

E 'passion or feeling

I'm feeling inside my heart?

the alternative I do not regret

I discovered: It 's love is love

Noah Pollazzon

09.04.1949