lunedì 5 gennaio 2015

Forecast and not

Even if, as a component in the communication is non-verbal and unconscious, so also in art a part of the final result escapes the intent or the forecasts of the artist; of these unexpected results intrigue me the causes, not the ones that we can define rooted (training, personal history) but those momentary, accidental: Leonardo also had toothache, will also Caravaggio had indigestion, a gloomy day will have saddened Tiepolo ; and if, and how deep, these accidents have left traces in their works; or can be ignored these temporary situations, if they were able, and if something of this resistance is left in the work, and so on.


venerdì 2 gennaio 2015

Installation: sternness, appeasement, and freedom of all

5 cabins, arranged in a circle, each of which communicates with the next one by a one-way door. In each cabin there is a switch that turns on a light green on the outside of the cabin.

5 participants each come in a cabin. The first revises the "Text X", then passes it to the next cabin. The second participant, in the second cabin, revises the "Text X", and in turn passes the work revised the cabin next.

When one of the participants believed that the revisions introduced to the "Text X" are sufficient for him, he pushes the button and the green light on the outside of his cabin. However, the lock of the cabin remains closed until all participants are satisfied with the revisions, press the button and turn on the green light. If the "Text X" comes in a cabin and its occupant, reading the corrections of the others, believes that it is removed from the version congenial to him, he can press the button and turn off the light green.

The "Text X" continues to move in a circular booth in the cabin as long as all participants agree to its final revision. However, being closed in their own cabin, they don't see how many and which green lights are on, then continue to move the "Text X" from the previous cabin to the next, making any additional changes to meet the wishes of the other participants and be free to go out.

Whereas the participants can not communicate with each other, and do not know how many green lights are on or not, the "Text X" will continue to turn from one cabin to another for a long time, since each subsequent correction to meet the favor of the other participants could move it away from the version approved by all.

The purpose of the installation is to get out of the cabins, unlocking all locks simultaneously.




Deepness



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giovedì 1 gennaio 2015

Startements



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The human need for ritual

The dance of new beginnings, of good intentions, this thing at the same time so natural and unnatural: to weigh what happened, to put an unwavering commitment to the future, and all because the conventional numerical sequence has triggered some figures on 01/01 (our computers are full of 01010101, but who knows if they celebrate?). While the universe instead flows in all its forms, visible and crystallized, and in all its forms invisible yet present laterally relative to the human eye, in a single instant that embraces all the past, the future, and that instant imaginary and human that is the present.

I remember a science fiction story, in which an alien race bordered the human beings to the solar system, because their (our) eyes were dangerous: they (we) did collapse the wave function of quantum reality in just one fixed form, while the nature of the universe is to contain all the possibilities, not only one, at the same time. There are boundaries that we can touch, like blind groping, boundaries that represent our being humans: exceeded those, no more than humanity we can talk, but something different, which transforms the concepts of life, individual freedom, conscience.

You could talk about it with a buddhist, sitting doing nothing, no expectations, no desires, empty and yet full of reality; or with a scientist, sitting doing everything possible to understand the deep weft of the universe; few of us could make a choice as them, but everyone at least once in life felt the thin shell - so precious - of things, covering the utter voidness.