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The ReMAIN OF THE WHOLE
Palazzo Calcagni - Reggio Emilia April - May 2019
The monumental fragments that compose Rizzi’s work form a system of signs, a forest of references in which one must abandon oneself free from the presumption of detecting the Whole, whose fragments form a mnemonic trace.Such signs take the shape of cracks, of rifts of different widths, from the soft leak to the sinkhole. The stiffness and hardness of marble, the material portrayed here, contrasts the freedom with which one must move inside the infinite paths that plow the entire body of work. We find ourselves in the construction of a landscape that is at a time deeply molded by humans, torn apart by the millennial extraction work, and that nevertheless appears irreparably as a majestic natural landscape. Rizzi’s work creates an effect of dissociation from the purely landscaping phenomenon: the mountain lives and dies at the same time, thanks to mankind.
Text by Nicola Patruno.
ARCHITECTURE OF A LANDSCAPE
A Commisioned project trought the Piedmont landscape.
Two years have passed since Alessandro Rizzi began to travel around Alessandria in search of subjects to photograph and interpret. The aspiration of the client, Confagricoltura of Alessandria, was to show an interpretation of the territory, in its contemporaneity. That intention alluded to a visual exegetic, which would have developed, in the context of history, into an almost central chapter.A landscape, a glimpse of the countryside, a place where work flows, stimulate observation. From this arises the desire to analyze comparatively the different interpretations of the compositions, distilling some rules that make the process of identifying the subject less occasional, less random and more controllable, in order to appropriate its aesthetics and give the individual photograph the value of a work of art.
Text by Victor de Circasia
Fragments of a Broken LAND
An exploration journey on the ground’s sings.
The buildings looked like an ingenious work by a funny and bungling architect. Voted to leave behind an unknown number of colored threads, moldy papers, stairs suspended in the void, antennas stuck to the roofs, broken or unfinished windows, as if they were there to exist a single day, to last only a brief but very intense moment. There is a beauty that I find it hard to define, which forces me to look at the ground wondering where these objects come from in the landscape, who brought them there, for what purpose. Cairo is still hot in November, life is vibrant, pure energy calling to the road. I wonder what were the impressions of the first travelers in this visual universe, such as the coordinates with which they tried to understand this "surface life" so far from our interpretations, then suddenly in a game of image in the image. I remember the first photo book I bought; a book by the Magnum photographers "Two minutes from the world" which included some photographs of Cairo by Harry Gruyaert.