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Sculptures such as mechanical bodies , pulsating gears , a mechanical history , the breath of life as a mechanical miracle , in that beat .... where is our humanity?
Looking at the works of the artist Mavis Gardella immediately perceive an underlying meaning : an anthropological crisis that is leading the "machines " to be more human than humans themselves. I consider these sculptures as the extreme limit between existentialism and metaphysics, because it pushes the fundamental question over the very meaning of existence , and because the same artistic subjects project their plastic bodies to mechanical albeit entirely new horizons , and here come the voltage between observer and observed .
Like a melody that slowly grows in intensity until it reaches its " secret heart " , the epicenter from which the existential tension is right, there is a sort of chromatic scale that arises from the body with a "quasi engine " as heart , in contrast with the animal, which still possesses a heart instead " true " . These first two subjects already created a turning point ; as a kind of Darwinian evolution to the contrary, or if you want extreme as the expiry of the essence that gives life , we could even speak of the spirit .... of breath hovering over the waters of creation, and this dynamism in the animal find the meaning of his life , while the man .... that should be the stereotype of beauty , understood as perfection , becomes an object , it becomes what it becomes paradox of himself .... finally becomes an allegory of man, that can no longer be dispersed in the metropolis of concrete, ferruginous worlds , roads mechanical concentric , maybe automata hailing a mechanical god .
The user is immediately called to a reflection in dealing with this initial decisive impact though : who the animal , who is man?
There are too many breaks suspension , tones recline certainly more of an aesthetic level in Christ on the cross, but the existential drama remains the same. In this case the subject is the very emblem of man, according to the theology of the new Adam , Christ ... with a body that almost seems to want to run off of the cross, with features much plastic , with a desperate claim to the other opera actor namely the beholder , it becomes a Christ who is not only about religion, but Christ but a common man , simple , deadly, but for this real , live , authentic, in fact he delivers the " true heart " .. almost .. and the blood can be felt through the grates of the grid which is then his body . Christ as the animal has retained something pure , and in him there is no automatism , perhaps because in him the consciousness abides in the truth .... " I am the way , the truth and the life ...", this truth should be understood not sure about something, but to the knowledge of ourselves, the opening towards ourselves , to our countless possibilities , in other words the love that we may well involve - wrap and then the other , and behold, two actors (opera - user) the action moves on three ... he -the-other , (ie the first actor is the work itself , the second actor is the beholder, the third is another person who receives from the user the message of the work ) , the engine will not be more then the "fake heart " but the artistic communication , art half , the man found the order . Or maybe the "real heart " of Christ is not that a provocation : the right , the very one that you have condemned , the outcast , the one that moves in the dark alleys of the city and consciousness, is the only man to be authentic ; but even in this case the center of it all lies in the wonder is how far right to satisfy our ego to swap it with a heart of course, insensitive to pain, if we are to death, finitude , but he does not hear , does not speak , does not like . Christ .. then speaks of his heart, that instead he suffered in the name of agape , we infer that the key to eternity is not in the heart of steel , but the heart that beats , burns and suffering .. . reminds me so much that Christ St. John of the Cross - in the darkest night of the soul we'll find the light - .
Another work is dedicated to the icon of the shroud .... it is not a subject of metal, there is no heart, but something in common with the rest of the statues I think there is : like spokes , wires thesis , inflate the cloth and projecting out of the box almost the same face of the alleged Christ mentioned ; how to go over to alternate dimensions of space and time , and it is in this work that I noticed the apex of the metaphysical character . Who looks is attracted by the dynamism of the shroud , which also creates many bridges and temporal , dissects each fragment , almost pushing the eye observer to peer where usually you do not look .... that is looking for an alternative , a different road (another heart? ), and urges the viewer to empathize with the subject itself , as if to say : the shroud is our face, the sheet is a mirror, and what ever may be beyond the mirror ? Here in this work we find the portrait of the man , is a work in my opinion that a great social value , because it teaches how man must " wake up " not to become the automaton from the core mechanic.
The maximum voltage , however, is found in the last three figures : the female torso , male torso , and synthesis - catharsis of the heart itself .
Examining the " female torso " , it jumps immediately to the attention particular : we find within the flow of life , gestation , whose existence is closely related to the beating of the " core mechanic " ; the question naturally arises , ... and if the meaning of each life was reduced to a mere process of reproduction , of a ' sterile act ? This work in particular communicates fierce affirmation of the dignity of sexual orientation; Understanding how certain extreme gift of love towards each other, which then generates a new individual , but also as an acceptance of one's inner identity .... no longer in the male-female dualism that divides away , but being as an entity , as a living force , the escape route is set in vital power that creates the hope of a new life .... we might say of a new heart.
Examining the " male bust " we can instead note the entire apparatus machine that constitutes it : in this case actually is the reproductive organ to be mechanical . The complaint heart - life , the ultimate meaning of all this research aims to settle the spirituality that may be in us. It affects the dynamic impetus of unbridled fury with which the pulse of life , of what makes the earthly man , but for this real , human, beats time of the scan along as companions of life, reflux , as the blood pumped , branches throughout the human body , reminding him that is unique creatures , magical being . But the striking connection with the beating of the sexual organ , are two distinct dynamic motions that can be used in a disconnected manner or as a common goal : if there is no feeling heart , and it is flame that burns , such as a kind of initiation, so reminiscent of the " burning bush " of the Bible , the spirit of life which generates the driving force of love that gives us the courage necessary for being bestow this same lovely miracle also vital to nothing individual. Life , therefore, as a renewal of ourselves as loving joy , and deep feeling of eternal lovers, there is the act of praise to the man who first gave us life .
The last work in question is dedicated "to the big heart machine " , synthesis and perhaps also the symbol of the entire event: the internal gears are in perfect balance , very reminiscent of the perfect system of the human body , and the whole is impregnated by a strong sense of life. But it's still a heart in search of his humanity, he blows the love begets love and life then , but everything is too tied to something impulsive, frantic , rhetorical , as if he had forgotten the poem which it is made . Declare the ultimate message of this work would be banal , because I risk giving a very subjective judgment , I believe in fact that this " big heart " can really speak to our hearts , so it's fair to retreat for a moment I in our most remote , and if you listen really beats that give us the joy of life is something more than just a tom-tom unconscious .
In my mind , like lightning beam, the shapes of the works , with their spirits of humanity trapped in metal gratings , crates of contradictions, scandals moralizing , prejudices, false preaching operetta , possession of maniacs , everyone has a heart with his cage , everyone is a little ' jailer of his own spirit , but any chance of redemption is possible, and it is precisely this unique opportunity that can propel the supreme gesture of life beyond what the company with its conformism want to feed us .
Ultimately it is our choice : the man of yesterday .... the human, too human , as Nietzsche would say , may give way to a renewed man , but then we are sure that it is only to take off a mask for a indossarne ' other ? Maybe then, finally , it would be better to say that the man who until now has sttato , is at war with itself, the gap that generates distrust, a society in fear, hatred , men - clones , who lose their freedom because in their hearts dwell the suggestions of evil, but this man may even find yourself in the joy of living, love for each other, in the idyllic music of a heart that beats for passion.
The being is not there, but the substance plays the role of fortuneteller , discovering each time the cards of our own destiny ; being finds his lover , the essence of being and essence .... sprout a child , being is the essence , the rest is up to us to discover that poetry .
di JACOPO CATOZZI
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