Have you ever been to Orvieto?
Orvieto is an ancient Umbrian town, one of the main towns of the ancient Etruscans. It is built on a huge flat sandstone rock, towering like a cliff over the surrounding plain of the river Chiana.
Once this was a safe place providing protection against enemies.
Unfortunately the sandstone is rather soft and during the centuries continued to crumble away.
Houses on the edge of the town fell into the abyss when the rock below them collapsed.
This precarious situation inspired me to create my sculpture and poem “Orvieto”.
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Proud on your fragile throne
The new morning
Imagine a hot summers day on the shore of Trasimeno Lake in Umbria.
You´re lying on a warm rock watching the sunlit waters.
There is almost no wind even the waves hardly make a sound.
Your eyes are closed but in spite of this you see reflections of light, blue, red, golden…beautiful. You are as relaxed as can be.
Garden of Poetry, Dreaming of Trasimeno
In a boat
Created by the waters
Of the lake itself.
I immersed myself
In that sweet abyss
After a while you wake up and realise you had fallen asleep.
All you saw was just a dream…
“Garden of Poetry”, The Skin of the Water
Water, air, fire, light are the inspiration for many of my art works. I try to explore the transitions from the heavy, solid, seemingly eternal material stone to something volatile, vulnerable permanently changing. Of course this explorations have limits (unfortunately) but I try to come as close as possible to my ideal.
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My home is my castle.
This says a lot about what our home, our house is standing for.
House, for most of us this is a synonym for security, for feeling safe and protected. The place where we can feel relaxed and at ease.
So what happens if this feelings are put into question? What when the very foundations of our homes are at risk, like in my little hommage to Goethe “My peace has gone”?
My home is my castle. But what happens if my home´s very foundations are shattered?
What happens when the house of our soul has no entrance or exit, only a small window allowing us to have only a limited view of the world outside, like in “The house of the soul (for Guido Pompilj) ” ?
One of my sculptures in the Garden of Poetry I named “Domani!”, “Tomorrow!”.
“Domani” is the title of a poem by Vittoria Aganoor Pompilj. Here are the first lines of her poem
Tomorrow! Unknown sorceress,
imagination wraps you in garments
of joy or sorrow
because she constantly deceives us;
Eternal Sphinx, which grants all
and all is possible…
Originally I intended to make sculptures describing some of Vittoria Aganoor Pompilj´s poems, but I discovered quickly that this meant reaching for the unreachable star.
Most of her poems are fairly long and it was not possible to grasp the words and meaning of an entire poem in one sculpture.
I had the feeling my sculptures could be described better by short poems (rather like a haiku) than by trying to use a long poem.
Yet of course I wanted to honour Vittoria Aganoor Pompilj.
Finally after searching through a lot of her poems I found the first lines of “Domani” which fitted very well with the sculpture of a woman´looking far over Lake Trasimeno and the Umbrian hills.
So this is my hommage apart naturally of the artshow as a whole which in my eyes also is a hommage of its own.
Wings, the first sculpture I made for the exhibition and the first poem which came to my mind..
Wings, Ali del Tramonto
Sundown spreads its wings
Waves in flames
Then the lake
In the robe of shadow
And here is what inspired me to make this sculpture.
I get the inspiration for my sculptures from the sky and the clouds. Transforming the solid marble into something ethereal is what I aim for.
And sometimes the sky seems more solid than the stone…
Judge a book by its cover
You certainly know the saying “Don´t judge a book by its cover.”
But in this case I think you can.
I think my graphic designer did a really good job.