work
roma
| category | Installation |
| subject | Landscape, Abstract, Architecture |
| tags | Pietra, Roma IT, Margraf, Città, Mappa |
| base | 170 cm |
| height | 120 cm |
| depth | 3 cm |
| year | 2020 |
vast and vibrant the silent space
rough and inlaid its thicknesses
limpid and lightning flashes
labile and invisible its ruins
dark and mysterious its memory
They say that the most important thing about a civilisation* is what it forbids the human being, no ifs, ands or buts. A good citizen, for example, will avoid crossing a roundabout backwards, God knows why, which is why such a spatial propensity is difficult to explain from early childhood. It seems to be a matter of good manners, assumed and received by the community, in part, justified by the memory of an aristocracy of feeling that is settling and crystallising in the lost centuries of the golden age. Thinking about Western religious modesty, one ends up agreeing on one fact compared to many others: 'people have been told the same, identical story for 2000 years'. In fact, returning to faith, one ends up believing the same ideas, the same facts, the same heresies, taking for granted and accepting, that waiting on the kerb for the green light** is good in terms of personal and road safety. Perhaps only those who consider themselves secular are offered the serious task of finding the good in the mutability of events, perhaps only now do I understand the impact of psychoanalysis.
Travertine engraved with diamond point
rough and inlaid its thicknesses
limpid and lightning flashes
labile and invisible its ruins
dark and mysterious its memory
They say that the most important thing about a civilisation* is what it forbids the human being, no ifs, ands or buts. A good citizen, for example, will avoid crossing a roundabout backwards, God knows why, which is why such a spatial propensity is difficult to explain from early childhood. It seems to be a matter of good manners, assumed and received by the community, in part, justified by the memory of an aristocracy of feeling that is settling and crystallising in the lost centuries of the golden age. Thinking about Western religious modesty, one ends up agreeing on one fact compared to many others: 'people have been told the same, identical story for 2000 years'. In fact, returning to faith, one ends up believing the same ideas, the same facts, the same heresies, taking for granted and accepting, that waiting on the kerb for the green light** is good in terms of personal and road safety. Perhaps only those who consider themselves secular are offered the serious task of finding the good in the mutability of events, perhaps only now do I understand the impact of psychoanalysis.
Travertine engraved with diamond point
