work
L’immortalità non consola della morte
| category | Installation |
| subject | Political / Social |
| tags | femminicidio, memoria, performance, installazione |
| base | 400 cm |
| height | 250 cm |
| depth | 100 cm |
| year | 2022 |
Double bed sheet, wine, photos printed on cotton, ceramiche sculture, sound
Size: duble sheet cm 244x102 for each.; sculptures cm 77x50xh26
Performance site specific: 11'
Museo Archeologico Priamar, Savona
2022
Also in this work, I continue the discourse on the loss, the voids encountered with death and the decay of the body with the passage of time.
The marriage sheets belonged to my grandparents. (the embroidered letters G and C are in fact my grandfather's first and last name initials), then it belonged to my parents and finally passed to me.
It is a sheet steeped in stories, dreams and memory but also in absences and disappearances.
It is torn in two parts, an allusion to separation due to the death.
Day by day the wine color will change, as well as our memories for our loved ones, as well as our body that changes and transforms day by day until it stops and becomes earth. This envelope we feel we are in is something over which we do not have complete control.
Time passes and we try in every way not to be forgotten but, as Simone de Beauvoir says “Whether we imagine it heavenly or earthly, immortality does not console death when we cherish life”
I use the body parts that are signs of nurture and relationship with other people, to remind us that everything is elusive, nothing belongs to us and nothing remains except faint traces, passages of life.
Size: duble sheet cm 244x102 for each.; sculptures cm 77x50xh26
Performance site specific: 11'
Museo Archeologico Priamar, Savona
2022
Also in this work, I continue the discourse on the loss, the voids encountered with death and the decay of the body with the passage of time.
The marriage sheets belonged to my grandparents. (the embroidered letters G and C are in fact my grandfather's first and last name initials), then it belonged to my parents and finally passed to me.
It is a sheet steeped in stories, dreams and memory but also in absences and disappearances.
It is torn in two parts, an allusion to separation due to the death.
Day by day the wine color will change, as well as our memories for our loved ones, as well as our body that changes and transforms day by day until it stops and becomes earth. This envelope we feel we are in is something over which we do not have complete control.
Time passes and we try in every way not to be forgotten but, as Simone de Beauvoir says “Whether we imagine it heavenly or earthly, immortality does not console death when we cherish life”
I use the body parts that are signs of nurture and relationship with other people, to remind us that everything is elusive, nothing belongs to us and nothing remains except faint traces, passages of life.
