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Amo la natura, a modo mio. Albero 1
| category | Sculpture |
| subject | Nature, Abstract |
| tags | wood, legno, nature, natura |
| base | 50 cm |
| height | 154 cm |
| depth | 45 cm |
| year | 2013 |
Walnut wood, threaded rod, washers, nuts
Unique work
I love nature, in my own way
I love it when it’s gentle, when it’s easy to love.
But if there’s any effort required, or rather if there’s a need for change, or even if I have to downsize... I’m with it, of course, but it’s nature that must bend to my will. Not the other way around.
After all, this is the time when men hit their partners because “they love them too much”. The title is not accidental, the word love is not accidental. Just like the possessive adjective my isn’t. Love and forced actions coexist in these works, intertwining like the fibers of wood. There’s a nature that is the mother of life and is sending us a cry for survival that we hear, but then fail to put into practice. Because it’s inconvenient. Because I only ride my bike if it’s not raining. Because I turn off the lights, but not always. Because I buy organic products only if they’re on sale. And I separate my waste, but it’s so hard to differentiate everything. So, loving in our own way is simply, humanly, this. Whispering sweet words while we’re setting up a bitter future. In these works, I give new life to what is no longer vital. By creating a structure that doesn’t belong to it and introducing foreign bodies, I return a natural element that is no longer as it was. It’s modified according to my liking, just like my love for it. Because, in the end, I truly love nature. The trees, the wood, the silent stories they tell. My research begins with the choice of the log- or what remains of it - from which gathering messages and intimate impulses that communicate the natural strength of ancient wisdom.
Following chlorophyll entanglements, studying the knots, listening to the stories that rings of time can tell, caressing the warm surface, smelling the scent that the woody essence gives, it’s just the beginning. To break down and rebuild, to give new life to what was merely a dead log. Can I do it? Perhaps. Can I offer a new interpretation? I hope so. But in the meantime, these pieces of wood are no longer nature. Just like our clumsy efforts of love, trying to breathe life back into a planet that has less and less of it.
I love nature, in my own way. Tree 1
In this sculpture titled Tree 1, the log of a walnut tree has been cut lengthways and one of the two sections has been rotated 180 degrees through its length.
Then, the two sections have been reapproched, held apart from two bars and in this way creating a new plant. The natural curvature of the log, now reversed in one of the two parts, creates a structure that seems moving while the spectator moves around it.
This artwork introduces a deep thought about the matter of nature that we claim to love but that in fact, for laziness, comfort or personal interest, we do not truly respect: half of the tree represents what we say or claim while the other half, reversed, represents our actual actions on the matter.
The installation underlines the gap between our words and our actions, marking hypocrisy between the preaching and the acting. It invites us to think about our responsibility towards the respect and conservation of the environment, and pushes us to translate in concrete actions our feelings of love and appreciation towards nature.
Through the perceivable movement of the structure, the artwork invites us to explore and observe from different perspectives the represented contradiction, stimulating awareness and thoughts about our role in the environment and the impact of our actions on it.
Unique work
I love nature, in my own way
I love it when it’s gentle, when it’s easy to love.
But if there’s any effort required, or rather if there’s a need for change, or even if I have to downsize... I’m with it, of course, but it’s nature that must bend to my will. Not the other way around.
After all, this is the time when men hit their partners because “they love them too much”. The title is not accidental, the word love is not accidental. Just like the possessive adjective my isn’t. Love and forced actions coexist in these works, intertwining like the fibers of wood. There’s a nature that is the mother of life and is sending us a cry for survival that we hear, but then fail to put into practice. Because it’s inconvenient. Because I only ride my bike if it’s not raining. Because I turn off the lights, but not always. Because I buy organic products only if they’re on sale. And I separate my waste, but it’s so hard to differentiate everything. So, loving in our own way is simply, humanly, this. Whispering sweet words while we’re setting up a bitter future. In these works, I give new life to what is no longer vital. By creating a structure that doesn’t belong to it and introducing foreign bodies, I return a natural element that is no longer as it was. It’s modified according to my liking, just like my love for it. Because, in the end, I truly love nature. The trees, the wood, the silent stories they tell. My research begins with the choice of the log- or what remains of it - from which gathering messages and intimate impulses that communicate the natural strength of ancient wisdom.
Following chlorophyll entanglements, studying the knots, listening to the stories that rings of time can tell, caressing the warm surface, smelling the scent that the woody essence gives, it’s just the beginning. To break down and rebuild, to give new life to what was merely a dead log. Can I do it? Perhaps. Can I offer a new interpretation? I hope so. But in the meantime, these pieces of wood are no longer nature. Just like our clumsy efforts of love, trying to breathe life back into a planet that has less and less of it.
I love nature, in my own way. Tree 1
In this sculpture titled Tree 1, the log of a walnut tree has been cut lengthways and one of the two sections has been rotated 180 degrees through its length.
Then, the two sections have been reapproched, held apart from two bars and in this way creating a new plant. The natural curvature of the log, now reversed in one of the two parts, creates a structure that seems moving while the spectator moves around it.
This artwork introduces a deep thought about the matter of nature that we claim to love but that in fact, for laziness, comfort or personal interest, we do not truly respect: half of the tree represents what we say or claim while the other half, reversed, represents our actual actions on the matter.
The installation underlines the gap between our words and our actions, marking hypocrisy between the preaching and the acting. It invites us to think about our responsibility towards the respect and conservation of the environment, and pushes us to translate in concrete actions our feelings of love and appreciation towards nature.
Through the perceivable movement of the structure, the artwork invites us to explore and observe from different perspectives the represented contradiction, stimulating awareness and thoughts about our role in the environment and the impact of our actions on it.
