work
Life… Appesa a un filo
| category | Sculpture |
| subject | Political / Social |
| tags | sculpture , concept , marble, molletta, life, scultura, arte |
| base | 69 cm |
| height | 17 cm |
| depth | 12 cm |
| year | 2019 |
Gold Calacatta marble sculpture and steel cable (one piece)
Following some experiences, the dilemma is: what is life, what is death?
We often say to ourselves" "live intensely every moment of the day, because it could be the last"
Sometimes maybe we forget that all this is not due to us and is not forever...
but it's a beautiful gift given to us on loan for a period of time unknown to us...
Lost in pursuit of something that is buried in the drawer of memories, we can no longer live intensely
not even the smallest emotion... And then... When you arrive...
we feel that the world is indebted to us, we have the feeling that something is being unfairly taken away from us and we ask ourselves "why?"
That's because he has no answer... the soul remains suspended, the body moves on a fragile and faltering thread... silence surrounds us and we,
so small in not understanding the immensely great and the mysterious and fascinating mystery of life, we continue to search, to rush anxiously, to ask us questions that will remain eternally only questions... without living.
Following some experiences, the dilemma is: what is life, what is death?
We often say to ourselves" "live intensely every moment of the day, because it could be the last"
Sometimes maybe we forget that all this is not due to us and is not forever...
but it's a beautiful gift given to us on loan for a period of time unknown to us...
Lost in pursuit of something that is buried in the drawer of memories, we can no longer live intensely
not even the smallest emotion... And then... When you arrive...
we feel that the world is indebted to us, we have the feeling that something is being unfairly taken away from us and we ask ourselves "why?"
That's because he has no answer... the soul remains suspended, the body moves on a fragile and faltering thread... silence surrounds us and we,
so small in not understanding the immensely great and the mysterious and fascinating mystery of life, we continue to search, to rush anxiously, to ask us questions that will remain eternally only questions... without living.
