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One is quick to fall in love with Daria Petrilli's female figures. Surreal and ethereal, they have tapered fingers in the manner of Bronzino. They are fantastical creatures, with wings and feathers. Wrapped in dresses of shells and flowers. Portrayed in scenes with animals and plants, they merge with nature in a metamorphosis that elevates them to the divine. Dames in twentieth-century dresses, Victorian beauties who stand motionless, as if petrified. Women who move in dreamlike settings, in timeless spaces. Lonely, cold female figures, telling stories of loneliness. Their gaze is elsewhere, but when they raise their eyes, they pierce you. Sometimes they double, in a play of mirrors that reveals the mute relationship between two women. Intimacy is concealed and protected by the jubilation of the background. Many are Daria Petrilli's women, one for each dream, passion and one for each obsession. Her protagonists, magnetic, invite beyond the mirror, to cross the threshold that separates dream from reality. Daria, alone, in front of the canvas, draws her imagination.