ORRIDO 120 | Una (inusuale) residenza d’artista

25 Maggio 2019
Valerio Nicolai, BenMan, 2018, olio e acrilico su tela, legno, guanto di tela, essere umano; 180x45x30cm

Una casa e un bosco. Un paesaggio lugubre e un rumore accennato dietro il cespuglio. Disseminate come i sassolini di Pollicino le opere costruiscono lo scenario perfetto per la scrittura di una narrazione.

ORRIDO 120 a cura di Something Must Break e Zoë De Luca, è un progetto di residenza artistica inusuale. Un gruppo di artisti, in questo caso Monia Ben Hamouda, Benni Bosetto, Lisa Dalfino/Sacha Kanah, Cleo Fariselli, Michele Gabriele, Andrea Magnani, Valerio Nicolai, Luca Pozzi e Federico Tosi, abita l’inospitale producendo e installando lavori.

Un buco scava una montagna, ne inghiottisce le rocce, una strana magia nera aleggia attorno a un falò che vediamo solo nella nostra mente ma che potrebbe a tutti gli effetti esserci.
Le due metà di un volto incorniciate dall’intricarsi di radici, cadaveri ai piedi di un albero, un braccio in un guanto giallo che avanza senza un corpo che lo sostenga, acchiappasogni e stregoni, un uovo e una corona di residui del tempo.

Il testo curatoriale di Zoe de Luca è allora il racconto che si intravede tra le fiamme di quel fuoco, lo spirito raccolto del luogo di una distopica fiaba giunta verso la fine e pronta per aprirne una nuova.

Lisa Dalfino ^ Sacha Kanah, Turbopause 5, 2019, verza, vernice; dimensioni variabili.

(heavy gusts of wind)

You thought you’d better change the skylights at your very first visit to the attic. In the apartment, everything was in good condition overall, except those skylights. They were rickety, poorly painted. You peered at their blotchy surface and wearily noted it.

A few weeks later, while gliding through the hills, you wondered when was the last time you spent a weekend up there?

Was there still snow? Once you finished unpacking, you wandered through the mementos scattered around the house.

A magnifier, a deck of cards. A deer figurine with a missing antler. The caper on the garden wall was alive and well, despite the still icy temperatures. After a while you went back inside to check the phone you left to charge.

That’s when you found out it was already coming. It had been on the news for months, and although its trajectory had been established, many thought it was a hoax.  A massive, fast hoax about to brush the exosphere.

(clumsy finger snapping)

The next day you woke up early,loopy from waking up in a bed you forget falling asleep in. The sky rectangle in the wooden wall was livid, yet oddly bright. You stopped on your way to the kitchen to take a better look. You lingered by a daddy long-legs spider swaying between the curtains, looking like it pretended to be dead.  That was the moment the house started to tremble.

Monia Ben Hamouda, Exhaust, 2018, plastica, silicone, acqua, acrilico; diametro 120cm ca.
Benni Bosetto, Cacciatori di sogni, 2017/19, vetro soffiato, catenelle, ciondoli; dimensione variabile.

(increasing distant drone)

You ran outside, holding your now useless phone, and rushed down to the village. The ground was shaken by a faint regular vibration. The sky turned more and more reddish as you walked down the hill. Its shadow seemed incredibly close, for being still so far away. Its glare was now an outlined presence. Howls spread from the woods’ black silhouette, overlapping the ground’s constant buzzing.

How its transit escalated in speed, we still do not fully understand. They knew it would have interacted with the our magnetic field, but no one had predicted it would have been so strong. Virtual simulations showed how the metallic mass would have intersected our revolution, yet no rendered image ever depicted it as immense as it was now growing beyond the horizon.

Getting closer to the village, another noise accumulated with the drone. The wailings of the wild were now replaced by human ones. Hundreds of people screaming and rushing around the streets. Witnessing the rush from over a stone wall, you realized the grievous doubt was not exclusively yours. It got darker. Everybody froze in the middle of their actions and stared at the sky, waiting for the impact. But instead of a bow shock, what struck everything was the ceasing of the earthquake. The phone you were squeezing inside your pocket began to vibrate.

Andrea Magnani, 4 Buche, 2019. gesso, metallo, conchiglie, radici, terra, foglie, semi e pietre;170x120x55 cm

It was slowly shifting away, continuing its journey away from us. The unusual darkness persisted, now illuminated by hundreds of screens. The mass became a small spot in the sky again, making way for us to see what made the darkness continue. A solar eclipse. You walked home, pleasantly stunned by the unexpected phenomenon. The eclipse was a long one. It felt like the calm after the storm.

The day after, you scrolled the newscasts again. It was still dark. They said the impetuous transit caused the alignment.

That harmless pearl, the sight of which had been so reassuring only few hours ago, had now altered its orbit.

You put your cup down, and looked out of the window. The red eye in sky looked back at you.

The caper bush blossomed, meanwhile accustomed to the darkness.

Federico Tosi, Russian/Jamaican accent 2, 2015, cemento; 60x45x17cm
Cleo Fariselli, Installation view
Michele Gabriele, DLECLATHLOLN-DANGY, 2018, silicone, terra, acciaio, colla, argilla; 140x90x80 cm

ORRIDO 120 – Residency & Exhibition

Monia Ben Hamouda, Benni Bosetto, Lisa Dalfino/Sacha Kanah, Cleo Fariselli, Michele Gabriele, Andrea Magnani, Valerio Nicolai, Luca Pozzi, Federico Tosi.

Hosted by Swan Station, Italy
A cura di Something Must Break e Zoë De Luca
Testo di Zoë De Luca, Documentazione di Something Must Break, Partnership di Flatland by O Fluxo

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