CURA.

VINCENZO SCHILLACI
MikE

Operativa Arte Contemporanea, Rome

Dec 15 – March 3, 2019

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Vincenzo Schillaci conceived the exhibition as he came across a weird and fascinating story that took place in the mid ‘40s in a small village of Colorado (USA): Mike, a Wyandotte rooster, happened to survive headless for 18 months after he had it cut off by its owner with an axe blow. Surprisingly, it stayed alive fed from a dropper with a mix of milk and water by the owner himself.

Hence, to Vincenzo Schillaci, Mike turns into a pretext to point out a certain strictness in contemporary man’s behavior. The current lack of existential benchmarks leads him to give identical responses toward different inputs, acting “on instinct”, as well as Mike did without its head.

The artist decides to start right from the “head”, using it as modular measure, to make all these thoughts converge into a symbolic matrix. Taking a cue from the Policletus Canone, he creates a new series of works looking for an ideal creative relation between them, in which each piece is able to claim its own originality. Through stating values based on the content - rather than a purely formal practice - and through showing how even simpler shapes could be feasible breakthroughs to a complex modernity.

The ideas and gestures that generated each work often seem to be forgotten along the path, hidden by coats of stucco, layer by layer, letting from time to time a composition, which fragments in some spots the surface with a brush stroke or a discreet gesture, arises. Such disruptions on an otherwise virgin surface, are necessary to increase the painting mystery, raising questions about its construction development and its status as an object in reality, in a perpetual relation between past and future.

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CREDITS
Courtesy the artist and Operativa Arte Contemporanea

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