Exhibitions, Italy, Perugia, 12 November 2011
Opening Saturday, November 12 17:30
12.11.2011 - 10.12.2011
T.A.C Contemporary Art
Three Arches, Via Marconi 15, Perugia
tel 3478555092
tac.contemporanea @ libero.it
(16 to 19.30 from Tuesday to Saturday, other times by appointment)
Eyes of the ocean in a storm
Viviana Siviero
Catherine Earnshaw: "I would return to being a girl, almost a wild and rough and free of insults and laughs that do not go crazy! Why am I so changed? because my blood tumultuously agitated for a few words? "
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights,
The voice you remember or forget a face or even more of a connotation. The voice of a dead man, for example, evaporates at the end with his life, worse than a memory connected to it: what remains of the melodies that accompany the thoughts shared with the world out loud is a feeling, not the voice itself, as light, it is impossible to establish as a physical object. Thus, in the art world that everything and everyone can see the universe in which the players have more power in dreams, perpetual voice, the infinite is inextricably linked to an indelible impression is made by iconic objects, leading in the heart so forcefully than he has given the tradition.
It is the sword so that element to accompany female has always been the heart of the poetry of Alejandra Baldoni, an artist, a female who practices the art of poetry has always been tireless, made of either word, both moments of light that imprint on photographic paper to the rhythm of a heart full of the world, which is released to become image and thus be able to whisper in the wind the story of heroines who have no name and at the same time have endless. They are women whose eyes, from birth, seem to have the color of the ocean in a storm, bold and aggressive, but especially our destiny that are carriers of intense stories that you do not know neither beginning nor development, but simply the moral , which manifests itself in the affirmation of the self beyond any stereotypical Convention. The girls Alessandra Baldoni seem to escape from a surge of power button, such as sleeping beauties who refuse to be awakened by a prince, or that ironically reverses the story, simply prefer to pull himself out of trouble themselves with difficulty, through judgments and suffering to become master of their lives but also accelerate the development, by creating a precedent that is inspiration. Catherine Earnshaw, Lady Chatterley, Emma Bovary, Frida Kahlo, Hannah Arendt, Simone de Beauvoir, Louise Bourgeois, Gertrude Stein: literary heroines, some factual, some imaginary, however, able to tow the heart as far as I can see a way out to continue to beat. Women who seem to feel expatiate on new forms of psychological slavery of today, where chains have been replaced by promises of success and who believe they are emancipated for the uninhibited use of your body that seem to do. The emotions triggered by the shooting of Baldoni reach these shores: it is not morality but of facts; warrior women parade staged by the artist between the cacophony of color varied hours on and pull, now modulated and harmonious, fixed postures Trade Fairs remember that what comes to light often does not represent the totality of things. Each fact is invited to walk their own path. The women warriors of this series does not seem willing to redeem a category, but rather to save themselves and their dignity, reminding everyone that they are an army: their voice is memorable because it has the sound of the sword that cuts through the air and collides with another metal, sticking a rock in the ground or in the flesh, if necessary. No offense, but to remember that life must be defended with courage and strength to the sound of sacrifices.
In addition to this aspect skin, pictures of Alessandra Baldoni have a secret garden, connected to the very meaning of growth: its outputs girls seem to be just a fairy tale forest where they roamed with crimson cloaks, waiting for a destiny obvious to them and it constituted a web of reactions. Their hands seemed to not want to abandon the common thread that bound them to that egg that had hatched pure birth; a thread that actually linked to the fate of a mythological young and inexperienced eyes could not discern in the dense undergrowth. Girls who covered the tips of their fingers with shiny and solid thimbles because they feared to have claws that could hurt. With time and experience all this has become more mature and part of that thread was mythic path: no acceptance of a tradition that ghettoized for a source that officially invented by man as appendices, justifying the fact with a story that sees male born to a humble piece of bone, which constrains adaptation anthropologically. Those Alessandra Baldoni swept away to retrieve a role in the tale of chosen souls who walk outside the customary fairs, stronger spark which is known as the primitive savage soul.
Here we see new fairy tales come to life that melt in your imaginary biographies unspecified able to feed the poetic melody of those who preceded them boldly in the real world or in that of the invented word, through their epic image they keep that voice alive in perpetual memory , crushing the men in a state losing in a subtle and brilliant, showing how the ash that survives until the first breeze, after a senseless destruction. Conversely, the women show off gives a time at which it is evident maturity gained in the field: it is only by addressing the things that makes the acquaintance of that force which would otherwise ignore. "Fly Only those who dare to do it," said the friend of Sepulveda cats seagull Fortunata who did not want to leave: the women warriors of Baldoni have knowledge of their nature and know that a seagull can never, ever crashing to the ground, as well as a fish can never ever drown. Rather they demonstrate the courage which is inherent in every sentient being who is born to dare and win, to believe in the magic that your body deserves respect because of the nature of Promethean. Combining a watchful eye on every time I discover voices singing, fairs, scents of wild and primitive, ritual dedicated to the magic of the wheat and the moon, all of which invite you to rethink your life, your body and your soul will be all better as it will have made the most of those qualities ragazzesche, wild, rugged and free of insults and laughing do not care. V.S.
Alessandra Baldoni
"Art should be beside him, next to the people, must return a desire, a longing, a hope. I have a feeling that we are a bit 'all broken and adjusted, cowering in fear. You should try to create a world of poetry, that poetry is born from the feeding of the word as the water plant. "
12.11.2011 - 10.12.2011
T.A.C Contemporary Art
Three Arches, Via Marconi 15, Perugia
tel 3478555092
tac.contemporanea @ libero.it
(16 to 19.30 from Tuesday to Saturday, other times by appointment)
Eyes of the ocean in a storm
Viviana Siviero
Catherine Earnshaw: "I would return to being a girl, almost a wild and rough and free of insults and laughs that do not go crazy! Why am I so changed? because my blood tumultuously agitated for a few words? "
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights,
The voice you remember or forget a face or even more of a connotation. The voice of a dead man, for example, evaporates at the end with his life, worse than a memory connected to it: what remains of the melodies that accompany the thoughts shared with the world out loud is a feeling, not the voice itself, as light, it is impossible to establish as a physical object. Thus, in the art world that everything and everyone can see the universe in which the players have more power in dreams, perpetual voice, the infinite is inextricably linked to an indelible impression is made by iconic objects, leading in the heart so forcefully than he has given the tradition.
It is the sword so that element to accompany female has always been the heart of the poetry of Alejandra Baldoni, an artist, a female who practices the art of poetry has always been tireless, made of either word, both moments of light that imprint on photographic paper to the rhythm of a heart full of the world, which is released to become image and thus be able to whisper in the wind the story of heroines who have no name and at the same time have endless. They are women whose eyes, from birth, seem to have the color of the ocean in a storm, bold and aggressive, but especially our destiny that are carriers of intense stories that you do not know neither beginning nor development, but simply the moral , which manifests itself in the affirmation of the self beyond any stereotypical Convention. The girls Alessandra Baldoni seem to escape from a surge of power button, such as sleeping beauties who refuse to be awakened by a prince, or that ironically reverses the story, simply prefer to pull himself out of trouble themselves with difficulty, through judgments and suffering to become master of their lives but also accelerate the development, by creating a precedent that is inspiration. Catherine Earnshaw, Lady Chatterley, Emma Bovary, Frida Kahlo, Hannah Arendt, Simone de Beauvoir, Louise Bourgeois, Gertrude Stein: literary heroines, some factual, some imaginary, however, able to tow the heart as far as I can see a way out to continue to beat. Women who seem to feel expatiate on new forms of psychological slavery of today, where chains have been replaced by promises of success and who believe they are emancipated for the uninhibited use of your body that seem to do. The emotions triggered by the shooting of Baldoni reach these shores: it is not morality but of facts; warrior women parade staged by the artist between the cacophony of color varied hours on and pull, now modulated and harmonious, fixed postures Trade Fairs remember that what comes to light often does not represent the totality of things. Each fact is invited to walk their own path. The women warriors of this series does not seem willing to redeem a category, but rather to save themselves and their dignity, reminding everyone that they are an army: their voice is memorable because it has the sound of the sword that cuts through the air and collides with another metal, sticking a rock in the ground or in the flesh, if necessary. No offense, but to remember that life must be defended with courage and strength to the sound of sacrifices.
In addition to this aspect skin, pictures of Alessandra Baldoni have a secret garden, connected to the very meaning of growth: its outputs girls seem to be just a fairy tale forest where they roamed with crimson cloaks, waiting for a destiny obvious to them and it constituted a web of reactions. Their hands seemed to not want to abandon the common thread that bound them to that egg that had hatched pure birth; a thread that actually linked to the fate of a mythological young and inexperienced eyes could not discern in the dense undergrowth. Girls who covered the tips of their fingers with shiny and solid thimbles because they feared to have claws that could hurt. With time and experience all this has become more mature and part of that thread was mythic path: no acceptance of a tradition that ghettoized for a source that officially invented by man as appendices, justifying the fact with a story that sees male born to a humble piece of bone, which constrains adaptation anthropologically. Those Alessandra Baldoni swept away to retrieve a role in the tale of chosen souls who walk outside the customary fairs, stronger spark which is known as the primitive savage soul.
Here we see new fairy tales come to life that melt in your imaginary biographies unspecified able to feed the poetic melody of those who preceded them boldly in the real world or in that of the invented word, through their epic image they keep that voice alive in perpetual memory , crushing the men in a state losing in a subtle and brilliant, showing how the ash that survives until the first breeze, after a senseless destruction. Conversely, the women show off gives a time at which it is evident maturity gained in the field: it is only by addressing the things that makes the acquaintance of that force which would otherwise ignore. "Fly Only those who dare to do it," said the friend of Sepulveda cats seagull Fortunata who did not want to leave: the women warriors of Baldoni have knowledge of their nature and know that a seagull can never, ever crashing to the ground, as well as a fish can never ever drown. Rather they demonstrate the courage which is inherent in every sentient being who is born to dare and win, to believe in the magic that your body deserves respect because of the nature of Promethean. Combining a watchful eye on every time I discover voices singing, fairs, scents of wild and primitive, ritual dedicated to the magic of the wheat and the moon, all of which invite you to rethink your life, your body and your soul will be all better as it will have made the most of those qualities ragazzesche, wild, rugged and free of insults and laughing do not care. V.S.
Alessandra Baldoni
"Art should be beside him, next to the people, must return a desire, a longing, a hope. I have a feeling that we are a bit 'all broken and adjusted, cowering in fear. You should try to create a world of poetry, that poetry is born from the feeding of the word as the water plant. "
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