work
l’aquila
| category | Installation |
| subject | Landscape, Abstract, Architecture |
| tags | Città, Plexincision, L'Aquila IT, Mappa, Luce |
| base | 120 cm |
| height | 170 cm |
| depth | 3 cm |
| year | 2021 |
these are moments
lives that are moments
loose moments in the air
The gaze towards urban horizons is here understood in a metaphysical sense, as an intimate vision of the substance of the world, as dreams that refer to something else, without this other being able to be named. In the apparent indeterminate, there is a perpetual dichotomy, which in all its vulgarity and presumed visual banality, refers sensitive perception to the illusionistic screen of representation. At an unconscious level, such an exercise recognises variously complex expressive series, which move further and further away from the immediacy of events and increasingly, seek to return to it. Yet, thinking ourselves open to all possibilities, we feel in our depths, that no material satisfaction will ever be able to satisfy the ongoing search for meaning, let alone, the deception perpetrated by ancient language. As we wait, we search for a summit, we aspire, to that summit, the only one we believe possible, the only one that constitutes the justification of things vanished among the tides of the future, the only one, reminiscent of the game of a child imagining space flying above the stars.
LED-backlit etched plexiglass
lives that are moments
loose moments in the air
The gaze towards urban horizons is here understood in a metaphysical sense, as an intimate vision of the substance of the world, as dreams that refer to something else, without this other being able to be named. In the apparent indeterminate, there is a perpetual dichotomy, which in all its vulgarity and presumed visual banality, refers sensitive perception to the illusionistic screen of representation. At an unconscious level, such an exercise recognises variously complex expressive series, which move further and further away from the immediacy of events and increasingly, seek to return to it. Yet, thinking ourselves open to all possibilities, we feel in our depths, that no material satisfaction will ever be able to satisfy the ongoing search for meaning, let alone, the deception perpetrated by ancient language. As we wait, we search for a summit, we aspire, to that summit, the only one we believe possible, the only one that constitutes the justification of things vanished among the tides of the future, the only one, reminiscent of the game of a child imagining space flying above the stars.
LED-backlit etched plexiglass
