work
Amo la natura, a modo mio – Albero 3
| category | Sculpture |
| subject | Political / Social, Abstract |
| tags | natura, nature, legno, wood, specchio, mirror, media, badinformation |
| base | 48 cm |
| height | 146 cm |
| depth | 52 cm |
| year | 2022 |
Pear wood, mirror, frame
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 3
In this sculpture titled Tree 3, the log of a pear tree is divided in two parts with an inclined cut. The two sections have been reassembled, sliding their original axis and inserting a mirror between them.
The effect creates a distorted and surprising vision in contrast to what would be expected to see. Looking at it from a little further away, the slip is disturbing, annoying, it makes us observe again and more attentively. From close by, the log reflected in the mirror creates a false extension of the superior part, even more "detached" from the base touching the ground.
This distortion has been created to describe falsity and illusion of the world that surrounds us. The idea is that often we get presented with a selective and manipulative perspective of reality through the internet, newspapers and television. These mass media can easily influence our point of view and limit our full comprehension of very complex matters surrounding us.
The artwork advises to be conscious about false appearances and those limited points of view presented to us.
It is an invitation for the spectators to not just settle for any superficial information but try to see beyond illusions, facing all the challenges and real problems of the world. To take consciousness about power, money, environmental sustainability affairs, which are often dismissed or distorted in politics.
A new Tree to stimulate a critical reflection on our perception of the world and information we receive with an invitation to carefully investigate appearances and to act with consciousness to face global challenges.
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 3
In this sculpture titled Tree 3, the log of a pear tree is divided in two parts with an inclined cut. The two sections have been reassembled, sliding their original axis and inserting a mirror between them.
The effect creates a distorted and surprising vision in contrast to what would be expected to see. Looking at it from a little further away, the slip is disturbing, annoying, it makes us observe again and more attentively. From close by, the log reflected in the mirror creates a false extension of the superior part, even more "detached" from the base touching the ground.
This distortion has been created to describe falsity and illusion of the world that surrounds us. The idea is that often we get presented with a selective and manipulative perspective of reality through the internet, newspapers and television. These mass media can easily influence our point of view and limit our full comprehension of very complex matters surrounding us.
The artwork advises to be conscious about false appearances and those limited points of view presented to us.
It is an invitation for the spectators to not just settle for any superficial information but try to see beyond illusions, facing all the challenges and real problems of the world. To take consciousness about power, money, environmental sustainability affairs, which are often dismissed or distorted in politics.
A new Tree to stimulate a critical reflection on our perception of the world and information we receive with an invitation to carefully investigate appearances and to act with consciousness to face global challenges.
