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Artist Statement:
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Artist Exhibitions:
solo exposition
2007
ruggini, gallery Rust, Rome,
Italy;
12 settembre, Gallery Lettere
e Caffe', Rome, Italy;
2006
in_vestire la palma, Gallery
La Palma, Rome, Italy;
herrumbre, Gallery Art Works,
Barcelona, Espagne;
prove d'estate, Gallery La
Palma, Rome, Italy;
2005
rust discount, Gallery Horti
Lamiani, Rome, Italy;
rouille et resine, ...
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Pietro Calabrese Biography:
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Age
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41
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| Gender |
Male
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| Status |
Single
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| Children |
99
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| Religion |
anemista |
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| Education |
High School |
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| Hobbies / Interests |
not provided |
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| Favorite Artistic Medium |
Other
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| Favorite Arthistory Movement |
Dadaism - (1916 - 1924)
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| Favorite Visual Artist |
Marcel Duchamp
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| Favorite Work of Art |
Sistina Chapel - Michelangelo Buonarroti
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| Biggest Artistic Inspiration |
Dadaism, Alberto Burri, Gino Gorza.
nothingness.
phisical theoryes. |
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| Why Did You Become An Artist |
I am an architect before to be painter.
from 2002 I had decide to work more in painting because here in Italy, like in most of the rest of the world, is impossible to work in real architecture
way, only burocratic and speculator buildings possibility.
sometimes I work like architect, but now I prefere express my self trought my rust-artwork.
for this reason I can say now: My means of expression is painting, I do not possess anything else like this. |
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| Your Personal Biography |
I hope that the work I am doing in this life stimulates reflections on painting capable of posing the problem of its language.
As a matter of fact I would not know how to explain what it is that links language, noble language, to painting.
That's why my paintings cannot tell their stories, not in words. Who created them has nothing to say.
I like some principles of physics, both subatomic and theoretical.
Actually what excites me is being able to see extremely complex and apparently different phenomena through simple interpretations. Bringing a complex whole back to a simple form capable of expressing it.
Simple and complex, the fact that two such opposite concepts can meet has always fascinated me.
It is like the theory by which extremes meet, until they can be the same thing.
It is like the theory of the space-time curve, where, space and time do in fact vanish.
If I think of a man and of his creating himself, his actions, his being, and I take away space and time, what remains?
I believe that what remains is something which I call the "testifying essence", a man and his experience.
I am interested in working on trying to represent this.
Where reality is deprived of its spatial and temporal pillars, what is most evident is the man, with himself.
It is the man who bends in a curve,
curves until he touches his primordial being.
His nature, his sensations, his thoughts, his things, what he does.
I don't think about who does, but about what is done.
I don't feel that I can "control" a picture, I feel that I myself am part of what becomes a picture, the 'everything' that defines me, in my space and in my time, and that a picture somehow reveals.
What is revealed isn't so much a creation, but a "creating of itself", a point of an 'everything' where something happens.
That's why I'm not interested in depicting what that is, but rather what that does.
That's why I don't see any distance between me and what I make visible,
between us there's a whole something that cannot be separated, and that has a reason for existing.
I cannot be anything but everything I am, even if I can't know this everything, but I can see and feel it being created.
I'm interested in communicating this, this "testifying essence".
I believe that the technique I use is the logical consequence of this origin
A path that could not focus elsewhere, compared to what rust, oxidation of iron, means to me.
a point where everything has some kind of beginning, a point from which all the things I see happening together form a chain
something extremely poor and extremely rich.
At the same point, and whether it's a picture or a man, what does it matter?
I don't like having to disclose the technique itself, there is always someone who looks skeptical.
In reality I feel like I'm committing a crime in those moments, it is as if I were killing everything in the technique,
as if I were leading their curiosity to die in a mechanism.
There's little to say about the rest: iron, water, canvas.
With rust, what interests me is the way it creates itself, reveals itself as and when it wants.
its ephemeral theory linked to the form of indelible error that it so genuinely reveals, which I, in my obsessive search, try to transform into a painting, following my continuous experience of the intimate relationship between what is created and who creates,
where roles have no difficulty taking turns.
how can this type of painting be expressed in words?
how can this essence be best described?
How can I best describe this testifying point where exactly everything is, which holds a man, a picture? |
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