Giulia Cenci: ground-ground

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Via Amati 13, 51100 Pistoia, Pistoia, Italy
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Giulia Cenci: ground-ground

Giulia Cenci: ground-ground
to Tue 30 Jan 2018

SpazioA presents ground-ground, the second solo show of the artist Giulia Cenci (1988, Cortona, IT).

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 1

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 2

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 3

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 4

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 5

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 6

SpazioA Giulia Cenci 7

…Nothing must stand
Between you and the shapes you take
When the crust of shape has been destroyed.

[Mark Strand, The Monument]


defines a territory to which parts of the gallery cling and form a habitat of rules and dynamics of its own: a chaotic landscape from which patches of material and things emerge. At times formless, elsewhere replicated to the point of constituing excrescences of modules, these fragments are the consequence of a practice that has accurately hybridized and modi ed objects and materials of organic, synthetic and industrial nature to obtain characteristics that are uncertain and complex in which the sources and the resources that constitute the work are treated unconditioned by their nature and value.

The result is a view inhabited by deeply impure elements that are soiled from any point of view: formal, material, and ideal. The volumes, the residue stuck to this view, are the consequences of an exasperation of sculptural actions (manual and mechanical) and the gesture and things that represent our imaginary: they are technique and technology, repetition, accumulation, resemblance, nature, representation, and the idea of reproduction… they are made of clay, soil, yet stricken by a liquid magma that covers them and make them similar on the surface, a skin that carries inside it obsolete fillers that, like the fragments of technology, are capable of drawing the route and the movement on the visible surface.

April is the cruelest month, breeding,
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

[T.S. ELIOT, The Waste Land]

[…] The best spot to observe the Dying City is from the square parking lot of one of the saddest towns in Italy, Lubriano. From here Civita is visible in a silhouette, with a good view of the concrete bridge built when the last street that connected Civita collapsed. The bridge is suspended brutally over the landscape, too big for this crumbling little town, but I always like to imagine how it will be when the city is even more eroded and the bridge will still be standing there, going nowhere. At this point, I start crawling over the bridge myself to finally approach this jumble of materials that keeps moving from a place to another. The bridge is meaningful in understanding what Civita represents: from 300 meters my body is suspended over a formless expanse of land, the remains of collapse, vegetation that grows inconstant above fragmentary layers of ground. From the bridge, I look at the chaos below me until I identify myself with it. I look closer at the city and recognize the ancient cuts dug into the hillsides and the crumbling ledges of the land. I perceive that what is missing from The Dying City now lies in the chaos below me, where everything begins resembling everything else.

Courtesy of the artist and SpazioA, Pistoia
Courtesy of the artist and SpazioA, Pistoia

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