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Ciao, Caio!
'I was gone for the whole 80s. How were they? I heard there was some commotion here," says Caio Fonseca, 33, sitting in his East Village loft, sipping a caffelatte. A sculptor's son, Fonseca dropped out of Brown in 1978 and spent the next decade on an artistic quest that took him from Barcelona to Montevideo (where he lived in "a shut-down pre-Columbian museum") and on to Tuscany and Paris. No wonder he sounds more like a European aesthete than a downtown artnik as he caresses the surfaces of his newest paintings, half whispering things like "I painted this one two weeks ago, but it feels like it's been around." The paintings themselves are abstract, urban, totemic, and sometimes quite beautiful. "So you got the basic shtick," he says with finality. "I'm a studio artist." Then, for the second time in an hourvisit, he sits down at the grand piano in his bedroom and loses himself in a Handel sonata. Fonseca will have his first one-man show in New York this April at the Charles Cowles Gallery.
BOB COLACELLO
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