Private property

in #art7 years ago

propietà privata.jpg

  Continuing the description of some paintings in my show titled "Urban Inconceivable".

  In "E' Vietato L'Accesso - Propieta' Privata"
  we see a scene of almost  Brechtian dimensions.  Set upon a background of clean,
  sterile apartment buildings immersed in the hazy atmosphere of a typical Florentine 
  smog-laden day, we witness as if superimposed, an absurd yet humanly 
  scaled collection of little sheds and constructions topped with 
  miscellaneous, random patchworks of corrugated tin. Nearby in the fields, 
  as if anonymous serfs, people are bent over, toiling.  Shockingly large in 
  the foreground is a manufactured "No Trespassing" sign upon which "Private 
  Property"is hand-scribbled. Rust-worn and creepy,  it appears a bit like a 
  modern version of Dante's warning: "All hope abandon, ye who enter 
  here..."  Yet I observe this scene not with cynical superiority, 
   but rather with melancholic empathy for these people who inhabit it,  for 
  they are the salt of the earth.  Who knows what stories they would tell if 
  they could... one imagines old traditional tales: of the ancestors, of the 
  war, of other times... the last vestiges of a sapient agrarian culture set 
  within an urban sea...
   
  There is also however  the humorist, the commentator, the 
  philosopher in me,  who enjoys telling jokes and observing little foibles of the 
  society which surrounds me.  Without malice, tempered by compassion, but 
  most definitely playful note the large sign in the foreground with an Italian 
  orthographic mistake: "propieta"  instead of  "proprietà", that I reproduced on purpose.