In Carne ed Ossa
(Flesh and Blood)
The current intellectual approach to art often considers art as a human event intertwined with a greatly variety of communication methods. Especially today, in an era in which every action is associated and influenced by information, art is also and often experienced as a message between and for humanity.
However, in light of these considerations, I find even more current and interesting Heidegger's thought that states that art, instead, is solely language and it has nothing to do with communication: it is, therefore, considered the Truth of the "Being". However, as we all know, the "Being" may also "not-be", and thus, the Truth may also be "Un-Truth". It is within this ontological ambivalence that humanity's deliberations extend; a humanity that is pushed always more and more to live solely in order to "appear" and that cannot enjoy and control reality any longer.
In a time when one easily turns into an individual protagonist of nothingness each consideration fades over the existence allowing the "Being" to become increasingly more distant and inaccessible. However, this is not all, because one does not even stop at the fact that each display means, simultaneously, hiding and illumination means, simultaneously, darkening.
However, art is a surprise, a sudden thunder in a gray and gloomy sky: it comes right out of the blue, unexpectedly, this extraordinary work by Patrizia Zelano who, suddenly, leads back to the reflections just made.
In Carne ed Ossa, in fact, is not just a stylistically valuable representation of a dark topic, known very little in our world; it even goes beyond the interesting survey carried out by a reportage in which a "secret" is revealed through the magical language of images. We could also go a step farther, and it would already mean a lot, by analyzing the technical and representational quality of a photographic work where each shot reminds of Rembrandt's visual emotions and, moving towards our days, of those of Bacon's.
However, I would also like to highlight that such refined inner language transforms this work in an exact analysis of opposites typical of Heidegger's thought and if we wish to enter the realm of another philosopher, that of Sartre.
In this respect, in fact, Patrizia Zelano's work takes the role of a work of inner strength, since, showing these incredible piles of organs and bones, she is able to transfer and to plunge in any meditation on the physical and physiological crumbling of existence. Each animal part underlines the multitude of them, but also their inevitable fading. Similarly, we can transfer this reflection on humanity, which, with its multitude of thoughts and actions, often times selfishly mirroring back onto themselves, contributes to the disintegration of fellowmen, abandoning them in an evanescent void.
Thus, a strong message, provoking, through which the artist tears from her own inner self the need to cry to the world her personal thoughts which, at this point, transform into a weighty objective warning. Watching these images filtering them not for their real aspect but rather for the inner one, tied to the frailty of existence, transposes in each one of our considerations within that world in which Being and Nothingness are part of the same game.
Fabrizio Boggiano