Escalators, steel tubes, high-rise buildings and reinforced concrete, the windows of an airport. A game of full and empty that displaces investigating gigantism architecture and the man lost in front of it, a kind of melancholy and loneliness which is opposed to the idea of progress. Cristian Castelnuovo, using the language of photography, revises the lessons of the most careful analysts of the contemporary world (Augé, Baudrillard, Lyotard). What a better place to talk about contemporary issues than airports, stations, underground tunnels or surreal corridors. Places of transit, containers suspended between questionable colors and macro-structures, like in an episode of Star Trek or in a cyberpunk book. We are on a border of what is real! The human presence is excluded, nature is reduced to an image trapped in the frame of identical portholes. We are distracted passengers, the artist seems to be making a mockery of our perceptions. So we can do is make the trip, crossing the absurd postmodern spaces of our time. Psychedelic colored neon, contemplating the cold surfaces of these non-places. While the silent voices of these photographs seem to be suggesting a hypothesis that pervades our senses, but we pretend to ignore it as, you're not here.
