Objects are not just objects sometimes. The poetic of common challenges the audience. You can be surprised, you can get emotional, angry, astonished, just looking at a filled room, without knowing why. Often the meaning of it is a visual mystery. Interview by Sara Dal Zotto.
Between these walls covered with woodwork, stucco, moldings, pictures, framed prints, among which I was walking - among which I was already waiting for you, very far away from this setting where I now stand, in front of you, still waiting for the man who will no longer come, who no longer threatens to come to separate us again, to tear you away from me. Are you coming? A film by Alain Resnais, articulated in a note by Marco Giuliano.
Eye touch a face made of glass. The nothing that builds itself while Eye sleep. Eye smash the construct to remember its ghost. Eye never reach the edge. Words by Ben Mirov and images by Paula McCartney.
The black square on the white field was the first form in which nonobjective feeling came to be expressed. The square = feeling, the white field = the void beyond this feeling. Words by Larisa Oancea.
In some way my whole childhood memory exists in these images, of semi-staged moments where Marilène, my mother, was the photographer who handled the scenery and the lighting and where I had all freedom to be any character I wanted to be. An analog series by memymom.
Colors, overlay, controlled mess, irony and non-sense. A brief view through paper artworks by Italian illustrator Claudio Parentela.