“How much does humankind know about itself? According to what experience tells us, very little. Therefor we still have much space for subconscious mind.”
Gustav Jung – ” The archetypes and the collective unconscious “- 1977
I like to think of a piece of art as a creature in a fair through which an artist exposes him/herself in the attempt of communicating thoughts and feelings born from an expressive urge otherwise difficult to deal with, in an ambiguous condition of vulnerability and self-satisfaction. A way of exposing oneself for which it feels worth asking for great sacrifices both to oneself and to others, at the mercy of an occasional voyeuristic public with, as if staring at a freak show, ambivalent feelings swinging between identification and distance.
I chose ballet dancing because among the artistic forms it’s the one that in a more emblematic key is hiding beyond its grace and harmony a strength, an almost violent discipline over body and soul. I chose the masks in order to transform, as usual, my subjects into only apparently objectified archetypes. I chose the double exposure with the wall because to me there is no attempt of human expression that transcends the ferocious battle against death and oblivion.