The Phantom of the opera – House

Emilio Farina’s work seems to be just a blinding and blinded eye which brings all charms into action.

A “clin d’oeil”. A repeated pellicle “beauty culture”. A picture’s wave going along, on itself, like Raskolnikov’s footstep, which invariably turns back on its own tracks. But, instead of intensifying the show, every draft becomes a dropping the scene,a looking away in the dark, at deleting. Thus, something is whithin everybody’s reach, but the rest becomes an unreachable mirage.

It is a disappearance ceremony which repeats itself; you should consider absence more than presence. The quick and strained drifting of colours primes a closeness image, from which a vital shock is spread along, all picture courvers. The mystery of our origin is wrapped in there; what Genette calls “mother place”. The rebirth, Narcissus flower. The transformed child (a transformation you should understand in its etymological meaning: to pass through different, several forms). Eros, Thanathos, Ghenos. The circuit closes, to start its round again, before a new art – work.

Luigi Meneghelli

Dalla mostra “Lo stagno di Narciso” – Erice 1983

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