"It all starts with a journey. It is the first time I see these places, I breathe this air in this part of the world. I see diversity and assonance with my homeland. I photograph spaces not yet consumed.
I trust an underground, unconscious path. I photograph streets, people, trees, sculptures, paintings, the arts of each place. Everything. Once back in Italy, at home, I look at the images and throw out words. My poems are born from an unknown flow, a memory, a living track that I also follow with my body. Through the body I decompose and recompose every seen image. I put into my flesh the forms of the admired sculptures, of the painted figures represented. I combine the static images with movement, with displacement, with transition that becomes emotion. Now a liquid is born, it crosses not only a physical space. What you see is just a piece of the journey. A tract. The shot of a route."
During my travels in different European regions, I visited museums and learned about the work of local artists. I was particularly struck by some sculptures and paintings, which conveyed emotional and physical sensations to me.
Starting from the characteristics of some selected works, taken as a reference and source of inspiration, I began my corporeal and compositional research.
By assuming their forms I gradually arrived at movement, through which the two-dimensional statues and figures lose their immobility in favor of a dynamism, a breath, a three-dimensionality. The statue thus becomes Other, a being that lives and changes into other forms, in a continuous flow of images, which plays with rhythm and suggestion.
Another guiding image for my composition is that of the River, a watercourse that flows, immerses and collects. The River passes through the cities of Wroclaw, Novi Sad and Manises. Place of memories, presences, legends and discoveries.
The physical movement that connects the sculptures and paintings belonging to the four regions thus becomes a trace, a path, a map that unites very different peculiar realities.
The physical score is nourished by the sensations that the places in question aroused in me from a sensorial and emotional point of view.
Manises
You smell of fire, of smoke
of new living matter
you are cooked
overcooked,
overcome by wine
cheers
fried roast bang
burns the flesh
burns the earth
tomato
red bull
salt
pepper
I am thirsty
vital water, river water
fluid of fish and lands,
debris of dragged memories
currents of past
lives now gone, absent
liquid memories among the ashes
I collect shards to drink through
to purify
to quench my thirst
I immerse myself in the water
pink jellyfish
sky pink
ocher among the roofs, ocher in the straits
cobalt birds sing poems
hands, creators of beauty
fragments of certainty
pile of volumes
voids waiting for flood
fear
torment
moment of failure
thrill of love
MARTINA GABRIELLI