M. Attruia, Io Cero
From 10th to 31st october 2014
M. Attruia, Io Cero
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Friday, October 10th Multiplo launches Io cero, personal exposition by Matteo Attruia, a visual artist who expresses himself through different languages combined with crossed temperatures. Io cero may appear as a grammar error due to the absence of the spellchecker, a digital mechanism which intercedes in human action driving it to the limit of mystification, misinterpretation, a perceptive alteration.
Io cero ('cero' means 'candle') may replace Io c’ero (I was there). It’s a declaration of the artist’s presence, which triggers the process and creates the work. The installation is realized through a limited edition artist’s multiple, which is destined to disappearance and impermanence activated by the consumption of the matter. Attruia lights and burns the candles, and the process can be stopped only by the intromission of the public and of their becoming responsible towards art thanks to the purchase. The path of the exposition is studded with clues, actions, activations, joined up in the essence and the appearance both of the artist and the work in the space and the intervention of the public, which stops its passive role of contemplation or votive action (to which the candle is usually designated) in order to elevate to ‘art coefficient’, being an entity which mediates and acts with and on the work itself.
Matteo Attruia is born at a certain point, he doesn’t seek for a safe haven and prefers, in his clever journey as a refugee of the concept, a reassuring question to a questionable answer. He’s worked in different parts of the world and exhibited in Krakow, Milan, New York, Nova Gorica, Paris, Rome, Trieste…
His artistic practice overtakes the technical categories given by the specialization of the medium, it attracts for its pop, ironical, detached and sarcastic iconographies; but after a while the instinctual attraction becomes thought, critique, reflection, approaching process between the artistic object and the spectator, between the artistic practice and the observer.
He’s here now.