Alessandra Rebagliati by Barbara Panse
Alessandra Rebagliati explores another landscape. It’s space is the body, the seductive, mobile, glamorous portrait where the movements, the apple that the female subject eats, points to a special sense of humour and also to transgression, culture and history. They are the gestures, the aesthetics, the style of our era, something more childlike and, at the same time, less innocent, than in the past. What is shown is a territory that proposes the image of a subject, an identity, created by the global culture, mixed, rather than by nature.
The innumerable "territories" of today's art do not erase their debt to the past but transform it, hybridise it, "globalise" it, changing the "face" of that aspect of its nature, making it more "spectacular", more fictitious, giving rise to another aesthetic, sometimes more empty.
It is the infinite territory of the signifier; meaning always fluctuating, inaccurate, multiple.
Barbara Panse
Curator
Ground Control to Mayor Tom
Touching Down to ground control---show you the earth, a planet hanging in space. Touching Ground From a certain gaze- from a different perspective, a new kind of self-awareness arises becoming something completely unknown, something new to be discovered, following that special shinning fog that turns you blind. And we get into dark and turbulent zones where we don't want to hang in. Where a metaphysical gaze replaces a previous vision- a more basic version, childish, urgent, the family, the teenage dreams- as time passes by, the earth reminds us of the smells, colors, flavors to each season's pertinent feelings that allow us to go through our old routes and paces- trying to leave a mark of the passing of time of having being present in a place at a special moment of time-what has been... And all of sudden you see yourself floating from unsuspected places in opposite directions, realizing you don't know where you are. What? Cloudy grey fog with special silver glowing, beaming fog that blinds you like a zeppelin in an oasis, that effect that surrounds all the events in the city. As the mirror reflection from the metallic blue that bathes and surrounds the coast drawing the sands with a dangerous harmonic rhythms.
THE EFFECTS OF LIVING BY THE SEA AND GRABBING A PENCIL. The overview effect, staring at the earth, is a meditative and spiritual experience, the way the planet looks at infinity has always had religious and science explanations from which civilizations have been build. Considering that being able to have a view of the earth from space is a symbol of this age, I realize that communicating this idea becomes a basic concern since the need of awareness to protect the EARTH and it s ecosystems- this fragile planet is showing a new picture, a new approach to get to the roots of the problem in order to survive as species, and stop endangering our future, there needs to be a sustainable period, setting aside differences for a common goal, a planetary collective were we can dream of a space station were everyone could touch ground with Mayor Tom.
Alessandra Rebagliati explores another landscape. It’s space is the body, the seductive, mobile, glamorous portrait where the movements, the apple that the female subject eats, points to a special sense of humour and also to transgression, culture and history. They are the gestures, the aesthetics, the style of our era, something more childlike and, at the same time, less innocent, than in the past. What is shown is a territory that proposes the image of a subject, an identity, created by the global culture, mixed, rather than by nature.
The innumerable "territories" of today's art do not erase their debt to the past but transform it, hybridise it, "globalise" it, changing the "face" of that aspect of its nature, making it more "spectacular", more fictitious, giving rise to another aesthetic, sometimes more empty.
It is the infinite territory of the signifier; meaning always fluctuating, inaccurate, multiple.
Barbara Panse
Curator
Ground Control to Mayor Tom
Touching Down to ground control---show you the earth, a planet hanging in space. Touching Ground From a certain gaze- from a different perspective, a new kind of self-awareness arises becoming something completely unknown, something new to be discovered, following that special shinning fog that turns you blind. And we get into dark and turbulent zones where we don't want to hang in. Where a metaphysical gaze replaces a previous vision- a more basic version, childish, urgent, the family, the teenage dreams- as time passes by, the earth reminds us of the smells, colors, flavors to each season's pertinent feelings that allow us to go through our old routes and paces- trying to leave a mark of the passing of time of having being present in a place at a special moment of time-what has been... And all of sudden you see yourself floating from unsuspected places in opposite directions, realizing you don't know where you are. What? Cloudy grey fog with special silver glowing, beaming fog that blinds you like a zeppelin in an oasis, that effect that surrounds all the events in the city. As the mirror reflection from the metallic blue that bathes and surrounds the coast drawing the sands with a dangerous harmonic rhythms.
THE EFFECTS OF LIVING BY THE SEA AND GRABBING A PENCIL. The overview effect, staring at the earth, is a meditative and spiritual experience, the way the planet looks at infinity has always had religious and science explanations from which civilizations have been build. Considering that being able to have a view of the earth from space is a symbol of this age, I realize that communicating this idea becomes a basic concern since the need of awareness to protect the EARTH and it s ecosystems- this fragile planet is showing a new picture, a new approach to get to the roots of the problem in order to survive as species, and stop endangering our future, there needs to be a sustainable period, setting aside differences for a common goal, a planetary collective were we can dream of a space station were everyone could touch ground with Mayor Tom.