The greyish colour of the sludge that has formed at the bottom of my paintbrush holder over the years.
I consider this site an integral part of my work,
which reflects my obsessive behaviour of
accumulating, preserving, keeping a record and
putting myself on display, warts and all.
As it is a lucubration, it will change constantly,
an open research in constant transformation.
In this site my work can be approached from different points of view.
If we scroll down the page we find ourselves we will find the SYNTHESIS of what I do.
Entering the site via the two access points at the top it is possible to understand the body of the work on the one hand through an objective classification, consulting the general ARCHIVE
and on the other trying to find an INTERPRETATION through the artist’s “Self-Portrait”
and the “Portrait” which some interpreters have made.
The body’s contact with the space leaves traces of itself through colour.
The painting is formed and creates its imprint in the space.
My work is about the experience of colour, colour intended as a physical entity, as a trace of life.
In the work it is existence, which leaves a mark of its passage through the substance-colour.
The form is the result of following a procedure, the process is more important than the form.
In my studio the substance-pittura that has formed is stratified, accumulated and arranged in containers, as though I were a tool for recording time.
It is a reality made of colour and emotionality that a form of containment and a structure for presenting it externally are created for.
The painting’s continuity and persistence is how I feel when I deal with my gesture. It is as though spreading the substance on a surface, its sedimentation, were nothing more than adding one action to others that have already been performed or which are about to be performed.
An integral part of my work is also about taking distances from the direct relationship with the substance, thinking, understanding, naming, writing, verbalising and finally archiving that which has been created right in front of me.
What I produce daily in solitude in my studio is subsequently placed in relation to an exterior, to other situations. In attempt to activate a contact between my own interiority and the external shared space.
Due to my desire to connect the inside and the outside, the works are collected, catalogued, described and made accessible inside this space, pushing the process even further in that direction.
The palette is reduced to a minimum. The colour is formed in one place only: the bowl. The bowl never empties: it is always alive and wet. It is like keeping a plant alive. There is only one bowl and there are lots of canvases.
Every day I head towards it and add a colour. I never use a pure colour, but always start with what I find inside the bowl, dirtying it with something else. The colour is renewed daily, the substance transforms, is consumed and never accumulates.
One layer on top of the other. The gesture is always the same: spreading fluid substance on a two-dimensional surface until I’ve covered almost all of it, but not completely. The process declares itself: at the top there is a border that recounts the passage of all the colours that have led me to that last layer. Every single layer, every single colour, is already a painting, but nevertheless I continue to sediment and every now and then I linger over a colour. The choice of stopping right there is relative. It is a particular colour, but potentially it could be another. It is allowed to exist, leaving it almost all the space. It takes leave, becomes detached and pauses as though suspended before moving on. Each “Sedimentation” is like the fragment of a painting that develops over time and that is painted infinitely.
The "Sedimentary" is a large object containing the “Sedimentations”, is simultaneously a generator, a trace and a depository.
It is a generator, or workshop, because it is there that the “Sedimentations” are painted; it is there on the wall that the painting takes shape. It is a trace because on that back wall the imprints of paintings are gradually recorded, thus becoming a sort of simulacrum of the pictorial action. It is a depository because it is there, in the space constructed behind the wall, that all of the “Sedimentations” are stored in my studio. In a certain way it becomes a measuring device, one that measures quantity. The capacity of the container determines the substance that time forms little by little. The “Sedimentary” is in a continual state of transformation, like a warehouse which is always being emptied and refilled. It helps me to find the right measure. It should never be left empty, but at the same time it should never be too full. Like a current in which the substance produced ebbs and flows, following a rhythm; it does not accumulate and it goes.
Every day since 2006 the same colour that is spread on a canvas and in the diary is also deposited on the "Infinite Painting". Each subsequent layer cancels out the previous colour. The colour is a substance with a certain consistency. Numerous micro layers of paint spread on a two-dimensional surface create a three-dimensional object. The painting thickens and broadens over time. It is a substance that accumulates, that takes up space, that weighs, that clutters. Lots of colours, lots of layers in time go towards constructing a single body, a single substance-colour.
The "Infinite Painting", which I have been painting continuously since 2006, began to stratify on a wall in a dark corner of the studio. After a few years when the canvas began to thicken and broaden, to have a certain weight, it was necessary to move it in order to continue working on it, preserve it and perhaps take it out of the studio. And so it was placed in a container "Infinite Painting Theque", that acts as a wall, protection and a transport container. All of it stands on an easel with wheels.
The colour that is created on a daily basis is kept in the "Diaries". Colours are gathered. Time is collected. Experience is recorded. One colour after the next, one day after the next. It is a piece of painted wood, ten-centimetres high and one-metre long. The first colour covers the entire surface, the second colour starts, leaving 2 centimetres of the first colour visible and so on until the entire surface has been covered in this way. The work ends when the available space finishes. The "Diary" keeps a trace of everything that has been in the bowl and documents approximately three to five months of my time. A diary made of colours rather than words.
Once finishes, they are kept in the "Diarytheque". This object becomes a sort of folder, an archive of my time that contains the painted "Diaries" up to the present and those that I still have to paint. I thought about all the time that I have left to live and I have accumulated a quantity of wood that corresponds to that amount of time. At first, the painted part is small and the untouched part is big. Over the years this object gradually fills with colour. It’s as though I have built a space that I will fill with my life. The meaning is not of death, of the end, of closure, but of a physical and temporal space where the normal flow of things is allowed to flow through colour.
This Site where we are is the space that I have envisioned as a connection between outside and in. I see it as a fissure between my interior world and the external one. Out of fear of being misunderstood, of feeling that I have been reduced merely to what the perception of the image refers to, I wanted to try to bring the word closer to my work. A word that is not so much an explanation and interpretation as a reasoning and annotation about the sequence of events which accompany the gesture and the process. It is an organism in motion which will always have the possibility of changing the view of things. A research space where, as well as the completed works, I publish my experiments, the things that haven’t taken a precise shape yet or that never will.
It is as thought my brain had moved from inside to out, from my cranial container to a point here in front of me. It is as though my brain continued to reason outside of me, helping me to visualise my thought concretely.
Everything is generated so quickly, the rhythm accelerates, ideas accumulate, and I know that gradually each one will find its correct conformation.
This thinking subject has made my mind become visible and concrete, and when I take it out and about and describe it out loud it makes me feel like a kind of troubadour who transmits her story orally accompanied by posters made up of words and images.