Posts By: superficieto

Can art be “whatever form of action in so much proof or enhancing of its creative talent power, and of its communicative power in the aesthetic field”,[1] still? Can art, in its traditional structure, promote culture and support experimental research? Is it still possible for art to be provocative or does it have only to […]

Each embroidery has a double image, the front one, with which it is shown to the eye, to the public, and its reverse which highlights the weave of stitches produced to obtain the final result. This is exactly how we present ourselves to the world, offering a clean, enjoyable and positive idea. An identity that […]

Comfortably immersed in the horror vacui marked by the wealth of antique and modern furniture and paintings. I find myself sweetly surrounded by works and objects that tell of a past that is also recent but still past and I am completely enraptured by everything that surrounds me and I can do nothing but twiddle […]

Tampering is the act by which the emancipation and therefore the freedom of a slave was certified. It also refers to the alterative use of a good that also negatively modifies the original thing with a malicious and illicit effect. The Tamperer highlights the void between two hands that are not doing anything, simply fills […]

The thumb that rebels against the rest of the hand and refuses to fit into the golden rectangle that holds the other four fingers. A finger that chooses an independent path and does not accept the parallel conformity to the other fingers. This disobedience, the opposition to the rest of the hand, allows the thumb […]

At the appointed time I present myself at the main entrance which leads to the courtyard of the Academy of Fine Arts of Verona. I don’t go in but I remain on the zenith of the door with my feet neither in nor out. I occupy the line of the Duchampian cooler, the one that […]

I am retired and I dedicate myself to gardening, a typical job in nature useful for making a green area accessible and enjoyable. I cut the grass very calmly and without paying attention to the botanical fragments that rain down on me as I move forward. I don’t avoid them and I’m progressively covered in […]

Almost incognito. At the entrance to Artissima. Neither inside nor outside, as in the cooler that separates the realm of the feminine from the realm of the masculine in Marcel Duchamp’s Grand Verre, I perform the duties of a mask, those of someone who checks the access tickets to the exhibition pavilion. Paradoxically unnoticed by […]

After the various decompositions, synthesis, radical abstractions, returns to the figure and reductions to a pure concept, I can no longer find my model and so I can only remember her one piece at a time. A fragment that remembers and tells the rest that is missing. A way like any other for not having […]