IN LOCKDOWN I DREAM

1- If the travel virus, as R. Kapuscinski argued, is a disease that has no cure, in Covid 19 pandemic times, which forbid travelling, when striking is the nostalgia for unexplored lands and trodden paths, the only chance relies on the dream. So remote and fascinating places, seashores and greeneries seems in the dusky dream to “bend”, sagged by the weight of human interests. As in a mirror game they become itself an iris with its skeletal yet living mangroves. Iris and metaphor of a Nature that in its tragic and abused beauty watches, astounded and incredulous, the destiny provided by human foolishness.

2- If you feel observed, there is a reason.  What is watching you is a patchwork of 25 irises, set in the splendid framework realized for the occasion by Master R. Braga. Summary of the work “as an Iris”, it’s a sort of index of the “condolence cage”, premonition of a revolution hard to get. So the shapes and cromatism, from the vivid red to the ochre and black, up to the azure innervated by red, yellow and blue filaments…bring us back to actual places where the omnivorous mining of human greed overflows, unrestricted…

3- In the supreme effort to free itself from human miseries, rises a wearied Nature, hungry of beauty. It rises like a kite, swollen by the wind, ”and it steals the thread away from the hand, like a flower escaping its thin stem, to go farther blooming…“  (G. Pascoli…..)

So far the dream. Still in those mangroves, in those filaments first dry and then surrounded by seawater we want to see the thread of hope: that the exit from the pandemic may show the way to a less polluted, plundered and unfair world.

This hope of change lights on wherever a human being is fighting.

“Quello dell’arte è un mondo di ossimori. L’arte mostra la verità per mezzo di finzioni; corteggia lo spirito manipolando la materia; è reale dal momento che tutti la vedono, ma nessuno è in grado di definirla; cambia continuamente aspetto per rimanere sempre la stessa; non vorrebbe essere una merce, ma è oggetto di mercatura; riesce a sedurre respingendo; obbedisce al potere, ma è insofferente a ogni imposizione; riesce a far convivere senza opposizione il bello e il brutto, il piacere e il dispiacere, la gioia e il dolore…” (1)

In tempi difficili, tra ripetitivi bollettini di guerra, crisi ambientale e sociale e andamenti pandemici, tre artisti si incontrano sul crinale incerto, ambiguo e   talvolta doloroso del sogno… Nel percorso espositivo i segni rinvenuti nella cenere del risveglio.

(1) Da Manfredo Massironi, “L’osteria dei dadi truccati” .  Mimesis Ed ., Milano, 2013