work
Soliloquio
| category | Other |
| subject | Beauty, Human figure, Political / Social |
| tags | heart, lips, human, silence, darkness |
| base | 90 cm |
| height | 45 cm |
| depth | 5 cm |
| year | 2020 |
pastel and mixed media on wood
"Quid prodest strepitus oris muto corde?" Augustine wrote in his Confessions.
What is the use of shouting if the heart is silent?
Our contemporaneity gives us a very different image.
It is the heart that screams, our ego, our interiority, it is the deepest part of ourselves that suffocates, driven by the compulsive need to appear and show itself to the world, and which, to put it in the manner of Mario Perniola, withdraws in its shadow, just like art does when trying to synthesize its essence.
Something tries to talk to us, to evade computer barriers to reach us immediately, but we no longer know how to listen.
And then the red thread, severed, falls inert, like a tired hand reaching out towards the other waiting to be grasped.
"Quid prodest strepitus oris muto corde?" Augustine wrote in his Confessions.
What is the use of shouting if the heart is silent?
Our contemporaneity gives us a very different image.
It is the heart that screams, our ego, our interiority, it is the deepest part of ourselves that suffocates, driven by the compulsive need to appear and show itself to the world, and which, to put it in the manner of Mario Perniola, withdraws in its shadow, just like art does when trying to synthesize its essence.
Something tries to talk to us, to evade computer barriers to reach us immediately, but we no longer know how to listen.
And then the red thread, severed, falls inert, like a tired hand reaching out towards the other waiting to be grasped.
