ITALIANO

The Dancing Houses

Discover the town's soul, making the old and recent buildings come to life again, showing through their walls the thoughts, lives and dreams of the people who spent part of their existence inside them.
Old centres as living entities dismantled and reconstructed, reinventing partially the order, houses which recover consciousness, as in a childish game, interweaving their destiny with the voices, ideas, sounds, ancient trades of their past and future inhabitants. On the canvas their sensations, smiles, emotions, hatreds and loves come joyfully alive.
Houses rising, drooping, flowing, towering, clinging to the rock and to time, as if they were tesseras of a fragile and refined mosaic.
They are houses on their way, wishing to fly, wishing to dance their history; houses which revolt because someone has emptied them of humanity, depriving them of their voice, their sounds, the thousand little crafts which made them alive, instead turning them into commodities, simple and cold objects of profit.
Painting these buildings, these towns, is making them speak. It is giving voice, through colour and its materiality and texture, making clear the dialogue with the past, with the rationale behind their construction.
The colours are the houses and our emotional states. They are the clash with time, the wind, which shakes the torpid mind, the feeble critical capacity. They are the renunciation of conformist gestures, of virtual images and projections, of sounds without soul, of non-communication, of the standardisation of ideas and consumption. They are music, they are the sun that gives us life and accompanies us throughout it.

November 2002

A person, who is looking for her identity, turning, growing longer, stretching, twisting, flying from the obviousness, merging dreams and projects, mixing whirly places, loves, caresses. A person that makes a complete tour around herself and finds herself again at the departure point, but with the certainty of the way followed.
She seems to be trying to flee from her responsibilities, from herself, from her life; instead she is running after superimposed ideas, taking the pieces and composing hopes and principles.
The colours represent her sensations, her emotive spheres, her personality aspects, her instincts, her body organs, her interpersonal relationships, the bio and psychophysics environment which surround her, which wrap her up, with which she is in a dynamic balance.
Desire is part of this research, it becomes a point of view from which one can observe the world; but also a tape measure of emotions, dreams, dependencies.
She wants to get rid of everything exterior.
She wants to get rid of her conformed gestures, her social compatible masks, the virtual images and projections which cover her , which determine her relationship with the world outside. With time, everything has encrusted, has cemented, dirtying the mind and the body, making the dialogue with others impossible.
She wants to get rid of the contortion of running, of exasperating, of delegating. Liberating herself of the synthetic perfumes, the sounds without soul, the no communication, the standardisation of ideas and consumes.
As a consequence, she undresses trying to dissect her identity, to reach the warm that is in her intestine, that centre of energy under the umbilicus. The energy which makes moving the body and the mind, the contact point between soul and physic, between the levels of consciousness, the master of life that resides in all of us.
And finally she gives birth to a new idea of herself, a new herself, a new world where one can be born and sprout again.

October 2001

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