Where
Molino Calcagni
Strada Monteventano, Piozzano (PC)
Exhibition
”A blue room. A garden with a vivid yellow bush. The surrounding countryside completely silent. On the wall near the window small handbag mirrors, perhaps dating from the 1950s, scratched with writings-words which are read back to front- jewels of light in the penumbra of summer, a blazing furnace. A tarnished piece of glass like pure gold abandoned on a piece of furniture embroidered by woodworm. Time seems to have stopped. Every thing is forgotten, neglected, waiting to be brought back to life. The backlit low, black and white marble table can be glimpsed from the door. “Is there perhaps a day which is not a good day?” sings a voice at the entrance to the house. Beside the fireplace a black and white painting of a moonlit bay with a lone pine tree looking out at the horizon on top of a sheer cliff on a serene night, perhaps in Japan, when lovers burn with desire. The willows in the garden are green and all the pink flowers have blossomed. A black and white photograph of a potter at work is on the floor and another one in colour of a bottle-vase full of red berries hangs near it in half shadow. The black of the photograph and the black of the room are bottomless and even the lapis lazuli blue of the wall decorations seems infinite. The pink china pieces are not chased by the sunset shadows. They sit on a lopsided piece of furniture. A blackbird returns to its nest holding a flower in its beak. Nothing else needs to be said. I gather water in my hands where the moon is reflected. A star falls and the leaves are cloaked in dew. There is neither joy nor pain when things no longer have no name.”
June 16, 2016, Sarmato
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