by Fabrizio Pizzuto e Giulia Zamperini
Carlo Pecoraro’s body of work focuses on the possibility to
connect in one place two ways of representing the real, with
continuity and without any antagonism. The urban landscape,
made of lived, unexplored or desired places, is what catches
viewers eyes, while the temporal indetermination that the images
suggest is what make them loosing grip on the vision.
The real infiltrates the artist’s imaginative world, places start to
surface thanks to a very personal and intimate perception. Two
different techniques of representation are selected and used, so
that not only the re-interpretation of the real is possible but also
of the chosen technique of making, in this case involving an
ancient material but still in use such as copper.
The accelerated, if not hysterical, running of video stills makes the
space quite dynamic, reduces the empty breaks, creates a
pressing rhythm, like modernity imposes us to live every day. The
images time’s fast running reminds us the dynamicity of the
contemporary life and Pecoraro, as a modern observer, shows this
by pressing us to keep up with his aesthetical vision of the real.
Almost like seeing our reflection on a mirror, we find ourselves
forced to subconsciously control our moves, feeling to be part of
the images. The chameleonic nature of the two chosen media is
evident: the television screen recalls the smooth and reflective
surface of copper, the video reminds animated copperplates while
copperplates reminds video stills. Time stops next to them, the
viewer reflects upon the images instead of absorbing them
pressingly.
There is a silent but constant reference to this temporal and
technical duality throughout the show, as it is in relation to the
artist’s way of dealing with it.
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so I decided I rather subject myself to the images
I haven’t sleep for hours
they closed in front of the screen
overworking did not make me rich
…almost everyone takes pleasure in reproaching somebody for
something…
I call home the place where I was born,
that is the origin
I draw trajectories
more drifts than trajectories
towards east
even more at east than I am
paying the rent defines life’s transience
I admit it
but I feel fine here
the whole screen
the cage is closing over my eyes, the landscape appears, the third
dimension
gives way to the second one, which invades the space against any
geospatial
rule..
a new dreamlike aesthetic…
I lower the curtain…
I see |