There's nothing more bitter than the dawn of a day when nothing will happen. Nothing more bitter than pointlessness. [...]... Read More
There's nothing more bitter than the dawn of a day when nothing will happen. Nothing more bitter than pointlessness. [...] The slowness of this hour is ruthless to those who no longer expect anything. Is there a point to the sun rising from the sea and for the long day to begin? Tomorrow, the warmish dawn will return with its silky light, it'll be like yesterday and nothing will happen. The lonely man would like only to sleep. (Cesare Pavese, Lo steddazzu, 1935)
A deserted beach. Footprints go towards the immense and indistinct sea. The labile boundary defined by the waves leaves a trace that is constantly erased. From this first image result a chain of stories highlighting metaphors of man's condition, of his inability to find a balance between his emotional identity and what society imposes, corrupting the individual essence.
Patrizia Mori investigate on a middle ground in which subjectivity, vitality and happiness are forgotten, in which time has been eradicated and what remains is awareness of uselessness.
A journey through a tired society, in which Patrizia highlights the fall of bodies that do not hold anymore. The loss of one's ego leads a man to experience a suspended state and an absence of emotions. This immaterial boundary of the mind limits each movement, each impulse and gives way to a state of apathy, in which thoughts and emotions are no longer controllable.
Patrizia Mori creates eloquent images staged in measured and calm compositions, which echo the rhythm of a repeating circuit, of a vicious circle of melancholy from which it is difficult to escape. The challenge is to transform an intangible feeling into something tangible, with the intention of reminding the individual that humans are fragile, that humans can be alone, aware of the wall of their own resignation, impossible to cross.