Arte Sella (TN) 2018


“To cut off Medusa’s head without being turned to stone, Perseus supports himself on the very lightest of things, the winds and the clouds, and fixes his gaze upon what can be revealed only by indirect vision, an image caught in a mirror. I am immediately tempted to see this myth as an allegory on the poet’s relationship to the world, … But I know that any interpretation impoverishes the myth and suffocates it. With myths, one should not be in a hurry. It is better to let them settle into the memory, to stop and dwell on every detail, to reflect on them without losing touch with their language of images.”
(from Italo Calvino, "Lezioni americane") 


Where the trees form a shady recess, embedded in the meadow, it reflects the sky.

It does not circumscribe the perimeter of a glance, it fits into the visual field like a clear straight line. Blue, when the sky is, turning to silver when sailing, it appears so subtle as to allude to the progressive masses of clouds, without revealing anything of the forms that give life to its light. And like all fragments it tends to wander.

In prefiguring this work, I thought yes to a line of light, but reflected, a clean, geometric, absolute ray that cut through the shadow of the wood. Then I found in my hands this reflection of heaven and I gave in to him, with the mood I recognize in this phrase of Calvin in "Hermit in Paris"..." you put the tip of the pen on the white paper, you study a certain angle for which come out of the marks that make sense..."