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ROOM 3 / CORRADO FOLINEA April 13 to 21

April 13 to 21

CORRADO FOLINEA

OPENING HOURS Sunday, April 13 18:00

's work Corrado Folinea , although their aesthetic is the second show of conceptual art - minimal installation and small gestures of composition - it houses an important post and metaphorical narrative. Ideals of knowledge, analysis, ownership, occur through projects in which design, photography, video, installations make up the range of possibilities of expression used by the artist. A huge bunch of mussels can be significant from time, stillness, some riding, assimilation, nutrition continuously. An installation in which the presence of other important details stresses that all of the elements is the factor that builds but can also permanently cancel the account of a story. Although Corrado Folinea tends to reveal the same way try not to reveal too much, for an open work by the viewer. So suggests the muffled sound indefinite depth marine and an image from the series "Black Paintings", the dark vision of the possibilities.

The philosophical idea that these various elements is the theme that pervades the text of Christian Coach "Immersed in the sky." His reflection starts from the figure suggested to the man to an empty shell, a parasite in this life that has problems to find the proper awareness of self and of its sacred potential.

IMMERSED IN THIS HEAVEN of CHRISTIAN COACH

nauseating agglomeration fragile shellfish wrapped in a dark shell like a night without dawn, a night without a tomorrow, what I'm talking about? Of 'Man of course.

Divided in their own shell, vagabonds in their own world, yet, mysteriously united, clinging desperately to each other, each other, against each other! It 's the dilemma of' Man carries within himself the nature of all things ... but he, his, still does not have it ... then holding on where and how it can grow.

fight for survival, only this? Then no! ... there is no tomorrow! Yet inside the shell, something roars into our meat without a voice, is the 'soul ... the beast which longs to love in the bowels of' Man.

E 'be formed in a chaos (...) it's just, durable

operate everywhere without exhausting

(Laozi XXV)

fool is the 'man who buried his heart into the mouth of the beast, he is nothing but an empty shell. He eagerly, clutching a life that is not likely. And waiting in the shadow of himself so cunning and servile its prey, taking off his mask in the evening by men.

Conforto Do you think the night of your heart?

Listen, think, the question is more important than the answer.

We really believe that this false flesh that envelops us is the reality? How false? It's just ... we do not want to see, and just ... we do not want to hear the truth that yearns for our extinction. And we sleep, trapped in this shell meat, and that's where ... there are, we live near us, dreaming that one day, go out and play. The only certainty that remains is the awareness of ... a good reason, then avert our gaze and embody the ephemeral. And something inside fatally off, and never wakes up.

Back to real time,

looks up, breathe ... you're alive

that what you are you?

Only you can decide

Surrounded by the sea we call the sky, the man runs his time looking for and never succeeding. Search for his gift, his talent, but not found, it does not see him as he sits on it. The false time passes ... and there, beyond the sea, nothing appears.

We believe that this shell is the end ... the end product, but there is a possibility, albeit remote, that it is only half ... is an awareness deep, silent ... if the 'Man does not break the shell before the time he died without ever being born. For the second time the man come out of waters. Break the shell of this world before the return of the Fisherman, or shells that have never existed ... poor ... just hope you at least taste good.

VERSIONE ITALIANA

13 - 21 APRIL

CORRADO FOLINEA

THE SUNDAY OPENING 13 ^th of APRIL 6.00 p.m.

Although it follows the aesthetic canons of conceptual art - minimal installations and small compositions - Corrado Folinea ’s work has a strong narrative and metaphorical power. Ideals such as knowledge, analysis, appropriation are attained through the artist’s wide range of expressive possibilities: drawings, photography, videos, installations.

A huge bunch of mussels can mean a lot of things: immobility, a certain parasitism, assimilation, continuous nourishment. In this installation the presence of other important details shows that all the elements together can reveal a story, but also conceal it for good.

Corrado Folinea tends to reveal, but at the same time he tries not to reveal too much, to leave space for an open interpretation of the work by the spectator. In fact he uses an indefinite sound to evoke the muffled sea depths and an image drawn from the “Black Paintings” series to conjure up the obscure possibilities of the vision.

The philosophical cue offered by these various elements is the theme that pervades Christian Carrozza ’s text “Immersed in this sky”. In it Man is compared to an empty shell, a parasite in this life who finds it hard to regain awareness of himself and his potentials.

IMMERSED IN THIS SKY by Christian Carrozza

Nauseating agglomerates, fragile molluscs wrapped in a dark shell like a night without dawn, a night without tomorrow - what am I talking about? Men, of course.

Each closed in his own shell, wanderers in their own worlds, and yet something mysteriously unites them, they desperately hold on to one another, one above the other, one against the other! This is the Man’s dilemma... he has the nature of all things inside of himself, but he hasn’t got a nature of his own yet... then, he grows up hanging on to what he can.

Fight for survival, is this what it’s all about? If so....there’s no tomorrow! Yet, inside the shell, inside our flesh something roars voicelessly: it is our soul.... the beast craving for love in the bowels of Man.

It is a thing formed in chaos (…) it stands alone and never changes

It pervades everywhere and never becomes exhausted

(Laozi XXV)

Foolish is the Man who buried his heart into the jaws of the beast, he is nothing but an empty shell. He eagerly holds on to a life that is not a life. And in the shadow of himself he cleverly and servilely awaits his prey, and drops his Man’s disguise at night.

Do you think the night of your heart will bring you comfort?

Listen, think, the question is more important than the answer.

Do we really believe that this untruthful flesh that envelops us is the reality? How false! The thing is...we just don’t want to see, we just don’t want to listen to the truth that yearns for our extinction. And so we sleep, trapped in this flesh shell, where we just exist and nothing else, dreaming that one day we will go out and play.

The only certainty we’re left with is the awareness of our powerlessness.... we then avert our gaze and embody the ephemeral. And something inside fatally dies off and never comes to life anymore.

Go back to the real time,

raise your eyes, breathe… you’re alive

what will you make of yourself?

Only you can decide it

Immersed in this sea that they call sky, Man goes through his time looking for himself and never succeeding. He looks for his gift, his talent, but he can’t find it, he can’t see it because he is sitting on it. The false time passes by... and up there, beyond the sea, nothing appears.

We’re convinced that this shell is the terminus... the end product, but there is an off-chance that it is just a medium... it is a deep, silent awareness... if Man doesn’t break the shell before time, he will die without ever being born. For the second time Man will come out of waters. Break the shell of this world before the great Fisherman returns, otherwise... poor never-existed shell ... just hope you taste good at least.