The exhibition will be freely open to the public on saturday, October 7h on the occasion of the Giornata del Contemporaneo promoted by AMACI.

"This sculpture is content, it's all what I have.
It has a fixed shape of its structure, but it is changeable in the content.
At the end of August 23, after years of confinement, I will lose my place of belonging again, and everything I have will be boxed and storedin a container,
after being contaminated, so as carefully cleaned, saved from mold and dust, like thousands of times previously and in the future, between lost, destroyed things and new, evolving objects subject to hazards and vulnerable.
This container therefore represents an allegory of my head:
everything I am and do is enclosed in this space, which I look at from the inside out.
A visitor once said that I was lucky to have so many things with me, because my head traveled lightly, while my memory stuck to things.
On the contrary, she suffered from always carrying everything with her, in her head, as she did not keep any object.
She was right.
I leave nothing to time and I don't remember anything.
However, I always preserve everything, as if the object that is part of a memory were an extension of my body, had a proper name, told her story.
The objects that accumulate not without logic, but also unexplainable from the outside, even invisible, because they are hidden in certain boxes, which lie piled up apparently without any meaning or use.
Stored, archived, but often confused, well preserved or full of mold or dust, sometimes created precisely by rust, by time, by breakage.
Eaten by moths, stitched up, woven by spiders or perfectly protected and catalogued. Random, occasional, worthless yet specific objects that together are a lifetime.
Often they turn into artworks. Often they are not yet and never will be.
Opening this container symbolically means unfolding a whole story made up of small, insignificant personal things, memories, people and great works, successes and misunderstandings, perspectives and memories.
My forty years of working life, my twenty-five years of Ireland, my almost sixty years of life lived in the world."

It will be available for the Giornata del Contemporaneo as an act of simple certification of the existence of the physical space of thought, with everything I've managed to hide and preserve there, so that it can travel light again.

This artwork is meant to be a light homage to Ben Vautier and Jean Tinguely.

McBett®

The exhibition will be freely open to the public on saturday, October 7h on the occasion of the Giornata del Contemporaneo promoted by AMACI.

"This sculpture is content, it's all what I have.
It has a fixed shape of its structure, but it is changeable in the content.
At the end of August 23, after years of confinement, I will lose my place of belonging again, and everything I have will be boxed and storedin a container,
after being contaminated, so as carefully cleaned, saved from mold and dust, like thousands of times previously and in the future, between lost, destroyed things and new, evolving objects subject to hazards and vulnerable.
This container therefore represents an allegory of my head:
everything I am and do is enclosed in this space, which I look at from the inside out.
A visitor once said that I was lucky to have so many things with me, because my head traveled lightly, while my memory stuck to things.
On the contrary, she suffered from always carrying everything with her, in her head, as she did not keep any object.
She was right.
I leave nothing to time and I don't remember anything.
However, I always preserve everything, as if the object that is part of a memory were an extension of my body, had a proper name, told her story.
The objects that accumulate not without logic, but also unexplainable from the outside, even invisible, because they are hidden in certain boxes, which lie piled up apparently without any meaning or use.
Stored, archived, but often confused, well preserved or full of mold or dust, sometimes created precisely by rust, by time, by breakage.
Eaten by moths, stitched up, woven by spiders or perfectly protected and catalogued. Random, occasional, worthless yet specific objects that together are a lifetime.
Often they turn into artworks. Often they are not yet and never will be.
Opening this container symbolically means unfolding a whole story made up of small, insignificant personal things, memories, people and great works, successes and misunderstandings, perspectives and memories.
My forty years of working life, my twenty-five years of Ireland, my almost sixty years of life lived in the world."

It will be available for the Giornata del Contemporaneo as an act of simple certification of the existence of the physical space of thought, with everything I've managed to hide and preserve there, so that it can travel light again.

This artwork is meant to be a light homage to Ben Vautier, Jean Tinguely and Yves Klein.

McBett®