Opening 03/04 - 04/04 - 11/05, 2024
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Armin Boehm
Et les yeux pour me dire
The moonlight traces the silhouettes of bodies full of sadness and desire, outlines of the tree trunks that form the dense forest into which souls decide to enter and lose themselves in. Eyes speak of loss and passion; words are of no help in the heart of darkness.
As the shadows fall, from inside each atomized apartment, the solitary and fragmented crowd looks fearfully outside the walls. The external world is all chaos, fears and uncertainties. But, to those who know how to listen, the twilight of the full moon whispers of freedom and convergences. Alone there can be no salvation.
The big city, with its well-trodden streets and artificial light, eliminates every unexpected event; it knows neither the infinite nor the darkness. And the impossibility of getting lost in it is the key to its decline. The unknown exists only to remind us that understanding cannot be the solution, there would never be enough time. No one is capable of taking in the entire horizon with a single glance.
And if from the coast it almost seems as though you could push yourself to the border between the sky and the earth, even knowing that you will never get all the way there, you still should not stop trying to reach it. Just as it is not right to say no to a bunch of flowers only because, sooner or later, they will wither and die.
Reducing life solely to the biological component always ends up sacrificing everything that makes us fully human. At the mercy of calculations and words, of power and science, don’t use your voice, tell me with your eyes.
Francesco Scalas
The moonlight traces the silhouettes of bodies full of sadness and desire, outlines of the tree trunks that form the dense forest into which souls decide to enter and lose themselves in. Eyes speak of loss and passion; words are of no help in the heart of darkness.
As the shadows fall, from inside each atomized apartment, the solitary and fragmented crowd looks fearfully outside the walls. The external world is all chaos, fears and uncertainties. But, to those who know how to listen, the twilight of the full moon whispers of freedom and convergences. Alone there can be no salvation.
The big city, with its well-trodden streets and artificial light, eliminates every unexpected event; it knows neither the infinite nor the darkness. And the impossibility of getting lost in it is the key to its decline. The unknown exists only to remind us that understanding cannot be the solution, there would never be enough time. No one is capable of taking in the entire horizon with a single glance.
And if from the coast it almost seems as though you could push yourself to the border between the sky and the earth, even knowing that you will never get all the way there, you still should not stop trying to reach it. Just as it is not right to say no to a bunch of flowers only because, sooner or later, they will wither and die.
Reducing life solely to the biological component always ends up sacrificing everything that makes us fully human. At the mercy of calculations and words, of power and science, don’t use your voice, tell me with your eyes.
Francesco Scalas
- Lire Baudelaire, 2024oil and fabric on canvas
180×120 cm - Composition Florale, 2024oil and fabric on canvas
180×120 cm - Sixty eight, 2018oil and fabric on canvas
180×160 cm - Caprino, 2024oil and fabric on canvas
50×40 cm - Peur de la mer, 2023-2024oil and fabric on canvas
150×140 cm - Spiegelung, 2024oil and fabric on wood, framed
40×30 cm - The endless River, 2023oil and fabric on canvas
140×150 cm - Tiere, 2022-2024oil and fabric on canvas
40×30 cm - Conte de fées, 2023- 2024oil and fabric on canvas
80×60 cm - Untitled, 2024oil on paper, framed
20×14,5 cm - Amore, 2024oil on paper, framed
39×36 cm - Untitled, 2024oil on paper, framed
32×24 cm - Echoes, 2024oil and fabric on canvas
160×190 cm - Gravity, 2024oil and fabric on wood
71×72 cm