As Brodskij said "the eye never sees itself, except in a mirror", the water is a big distorted mirror, and... Read More
As Brodskij said "the eye never sees itself, except in a mirror", the water is a big distorted mirror, and Venice is on the water.
Venice is the perfect city for the composition and decomposition of cultures, environments, ideas, structures. Here new realities, meanings and images emerge. A continuous process in movement and in progress, however repetitive, never the same. It is not futurism, it is not surrealism, it is not conceptualism, but something else, still undefined.
I saw in the mirror-water of Venice my eyes and their incessant blinking. Each time they opened, they captured the details, which they imprinted, repeated and overlapped.
Every time they closed, the images came to life, finally freed from reality, and twisted in fantastic forms, emergencies and hallucinations, in which, however, I always recognized Venice.
It will be that it is already an unreal city, it will be that sometimes water brings out new realities.
