Sergio Breviario (Bergamo, 1974)
Stefano Calligaro (Cividale del Friuli, 1976)
David Casini (Montevarchi, 1973)
Andrea Dojmi (Roma, 1973)
Paolo Gonzato (Busto Arsizio, 1975)
Dacia Manto (Milano, 1973)
Pietro Mele (Alghero, 1976)
Lucia Veronesi (Mantova, 1976)
Curatorship and critic text by Andrea Bruciati
Run rabbit run / Dig that hole, forget the sun
And when at last the work is done / Don't sit down it's time to start
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At the beginning of the Seventies, the oil crisis and the food shortage add up and confirm that the country is living beyond its means: a political and financial ploy that leads to governmental austerity brings Italy to recession for the first time in the postwar years. In the same period, during the years of terrorism in the peninsula, space probes are sent off to new adventures, Mars as the main target. The Sixties drive seems to acquire a new light: mankind is actually still far away from the Red Planet. Undoubtedly, it’s time to come to terms with the harsh and grim reality, with a consequent disenchantment with all the lost utopias.
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to the heart
The Dark Side of the Moon album is released in 1973 and today those existential but deeply melancholic atmospheres are felt as current as ever. Life urges, besieges the human soul not just in occasional, daily emergencies, but in the historical configuration of a new centrality. Through eight authors, the review aims at exploring the obscure, mysterious and troubling side of the artistic quest, merged in that Nigredo which used to mark the melancholic spirits, but that nowadays doesn’t cut itself off from investigating the present and from perceiving the object differently. The decision of the object to remain silent, leads it to its pure and simple neglect: its self-retreat in the prime constitutive elements, a step forward towards an actual and, at last, poetic reading.
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon
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