Pastels on panel, nail, red thread.
22 x 88 cm.
“Quid prodest strepitus oris muto corde?”, Augustine wrote in his Confessions.
What’s the point of shouting if the heart is silent?
Our contemporaneity gives us a very different image.
It’s the heart that shouts, our inner life... it’s the deepest part of ourselves that suffocates, driven by the compulsive need to appear and show ourselves to the world, and that, to put it in the style of Mario Perniola, retreats into its shadow, just as art does when you try to synthesise its essence.
Something tries to talk to us, to sidestep computer barriers to reach us immediately, but we are no longer able to listen.
So the red thread falls inert, like a hand tired of stretching out towards the others, waiting to be grasped.
Original work by master Corridoni.
Certificate of authenticity on photo included.
- Marco Corridoni
- Hand signed
- 88×22×2 cm