Come see my nature!

Oscar Andrea Braendli, called Oscarino, was born in Milan on 15 January 1950, into a Swiss family who loved nature and the arts. At home he used three languages to communicate: Italian, German and drawing.

After graduating from high school at the German School in Milan, he moved to Zurich where he spent several semesters studying German and biology, subjects that would always interest him.

He then lived between Milan and the Canton of Ticino, where he died in Bombinasco on 9 August 2009.

He painted all his life for the pleasure and consolation of doing so, without caring about making his work known. He has left us some 2500 watercolours of small and very small dimensions in which he creates what has been described as a poetic micro-world.

For the Museum of the Milano Green Forum, 16 works have been chosen, dedicated to three themes very dear to him.

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Artist:

Oscar Andrea Braendli

Beautiful plant world

As it almost always happens, Oscarino’s love for the plant world stems from his admiration for beauty, for the harmony in the infinite variety of shapes and colours, for the sweetness of the landscapes. With time, the trees become true companions for him, as silent as he is.

In some works he pays attention to the details of each leaf, in others he gives an overall view, and in others a tree or a landscape seem to propose a different way of life, with a singular mixture of plant forms and human constructions.

Little animal brothers

Little animal brothers because, of all the animals, the favourite ones were the smallest and most defenceless, the tiniest ones, mice and birds and even little insects, with which there is a kind of identification, for which wonderful imaginative environments are created where they can live in serenity.

The animals are always captured and rendered in their essential traits, the brush, the pencil guided by the careful and friendly eye of the naturalist.

Oscarino’s lively interest in the origin of life, “the emergence of being from nothing”, which makes him love and respect even the dot, or rather “the dot, tiny and yet alive”, is constant.

The city

Cities are loved, seen as a whole, from above, from afar, at night, by day.

The individual houses look like cities, seen from above, from the front, always from a distance, the windows lit up. The observer is always on the outside. The houses, the cities, are not threatening but neither are they protective.

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