Alberto Burri
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Alberto Burri (12 Marzo 1915 - 13 Febbraio 1995) è l’artista italiano, insieme a Lucio Fontana, ad aver dato il maggior contributo italiano al panorama artistico internazionale di questo secondo dopoguerra. La sua ricerca artistica è spaziata dalla pittura alla scultura avendo come unico fine l’indagine sulle qualità espressive della materia. Ciò gli fa occupare a pieno titolo un posto di primissimo piano in quella tendenza che viene definita «informale». Nato a Città di Castello in Umbria, segue gli studi di medicina e si laurea nel 1940. Arruolatosi come ufficiale medico, viene fatto prigioniero a Tunisi dagli inglesi nel 1943. L’anno successivo viene trasferito dagli americani in un campo di prigionia in Texas. Qui inizia la sua attività artistica. Tornato in Italia abbandona definitivamente la medicina per dedicarsi esclusivamente alla pittura. Sin dall’inizio la sua ricerca si svolge nell’ambito di un linguaggio astratto con opere che non concedono assolutamente nulla al figurativo in senso tradizionale. Le prime opere che lo pongono all’attenzione della critica appartengono alla serie delle «muffe», dei «catrami» e dei «gobbi». Questa opere, che esegue tra la fine degli anni Quaranta e gli inizi degli anni Cinquanta, conservano un carattere essenzialmente pittorico, in quanto sono costruite secondo la logica del quadro. Le immagini, ovviamente astratte, sono ottenute, oltre che con colori ad olio, con smalti sintetici, catrame e pietra pomice. Nella serie dei «gobbi» introduce la modellazione della superficie di supporto con una struttura di legno, dando al quadro un aspetto plastico più evidente. Alla prima metà degli anni Cinquanta appartiene la sua serie più famosa: quella dei «sacchi». Sulla tela uniformemente tinta di rosso o di nero incolla dei sacchi di iuta. Questi sacchi hanno sempre un aspetto «povero»: sono logori e pieni di rammenti e cuciture. Al loro apparire fecero notevole scandalo: ma la loro forza espressiva, in linea con il clima culturale del momento dominato dal pessimismo esistenzialistico, ne fecero presto dei «classici» dell’arte. Con alcune mostre tenute da Burri in America tra il 1953 e il 1955 avviene la sua definitiva consacrazione a livello internazionale. La sua ricerca sui sacchi dura solo un quinquennio. Dal 1955 in poi si dedica a nuove sperimentazioni che coinvolgono nuovi materiali. Inizialmente sostituisce i sacchi con indumenti quali stoffe e camicie. La sua ricerca è in sostanza ancora tesa alla sublimazione poetica dei rifiuti: degli oggetti usati e logorati ne evidenzia tutta la carica poetica come residui solidi dell’esistenza non solo umana ma potremmo dire cosmica. Dal 1957 in poi, con la serie delle «combustioni», compie una svolta significativa nella sua arte, introducendo il «fuoco» tra i suoi strumenti artistici. Con la fiamma brucia legni o plastiche con i quali poi realizza i suoi quadri. In questo caso l’usura che segna i materiali non è più quella della «vita», ma di un’energia che ha un valore quasi metaforico primordiale – il fuoco – che accelera la corrosione della materia. Nella sua poetica è sempre presente, quindi, il concetto di «consunzione» che raggiunge il suo maggior afflato cosmico con la serie dei «cretti» che inizia dagli anni Settanta in poi. In queste opere, realizzate con una mistura di caolino, vinavil e pigmento fissata su cellotex, raggiunge il massimo di purezza e di espressività. Le opere, realizzate o in bianco o in nero, hanno l’aspetto della terra essiccata. Anche qui agisce un processo di consunzione che colpisce la terra, vista anch’essa come elemento primordiale, dopo che la scomparsa dell’acqua la devitalizza lasciandola come residuo solido di una vita definitivamente scomparsa dall’intero cosmo. Nell’opera di Burri l’arte interviene sempre «dopo». Dopo che i materiali dell’arte sono già stati «usati» e consumati. Essi ci parlano di un ricordo e ci sollecitano a pensare a tutto ciò che è avvenuto nella vita precedente di quei materiali prima che essi fossero definitivamente fissati nell’immobilità dell’opera d’arte. La poetica di Burri, più che il suo stile, hanno creato influenze enormi in tutta l’arte seguente. La sua opera ha radicalmente rimesso in discussione il concetto di arte, e del suo rapporto con la vita. L’arte come finzione mimetica che imita la vita appare ora definitivamente sorpassata da un’arte che illustra la vita con la sincerità della vita stessa.Alberto Burri

The Italian painter Alberto Burri (1915-1995) worked in the collage tradition of Schwitters and the Dadaists. His art is characterized by a love for textural effects and by evocative images of war and industrial waste. Alberto Burri was born in Città di Castello. He studied medicine and served as a surgeon in World War II. Captured by the Allies, he began painting in 1944 in a Texas prisoner-of-war camp. There he developed his surgeon's skill into artistic creation. He sewed together scraps of burlap, metal, and wood to create metaphors for torn and bleeding flesh. When Burri returned to Rome in 1945, he gave up medicine. His early paintings, with their images of gashes, wounds, and torn and putrefying flesh, recall his wartime impressions. He ripped his materials, burned them, and then deftly stitched them together, working both as a soldier, mutilating, and as a surgeon, lovingly healing. He often discretely spattered the composition with red paint, black oil, or small touches of yellow or white. Burri's work recalls in form cubist collages, Kurt Schwitters's Merzbild, and surrealist fantasy constructions. Burri's collages, however, lack Schwitters's nihilism and anger and become poetic metaphors for suffering. Burri resurrected the wastes and excretions of technology, war, and time, and with a sure sense for texture and composition he evolved a work both sensual and brutal. In the late 1950s Burri enriched the early textile, wood, paint, and plaster collages with metal scraps. In these "ferris" (from the Italian word for iron, ferro ) he subjected the metal to the same mutilations, burnings, and healings to which he had subjected the previous materials. He combined the corroded and oxidized metal with ashes, burlap, wood, and paint. The works thus blend natural colors and textures with burned, oxidized, welded, and painted surfaces. The ferris were perhaps less organic, less directly evocative of injured flesh and increasingly a comment on industrial, technological ravages and wastes. The beauty of the early works was replaced by an inorganic presence, the carnal by the technological: a commentary on modern industrialization. The ferris of the late 1950s gave way in late 1963 to the "plastiche." Here Burri stretched transparent plastic sheets over the canvas, then perforated, shriveled, and charred them. The plastic, with its evocations of the supermarket, of packaging, of life in the technological society, was subjected to the same mutilation, the characteristic slashing, charring, and healing, to create shriveled, scarlike edges and gaping craters revealing the painted canvas beneath, punctuated by reflections from the translucent surfaces. Burri experimented with wood in the same manner. The 1970s marked a stylistic shift as Burri began painting large, brightly-colored abstracts on monumental sheets of particle board. Burri scrupulously avoided the spotlight, rarely granting interviews and dividing his time between homes in Città di Castello and Los Angeles. In 1981, he settled in Beaulieu, France, near Nice, and shuttled between there and Italy. In the late 1980s and 1990s, Burri chose Cellotex, a compound derived from the scission of cellulose, as his preferred medium. In a series of black on black abstracts, he employed the Cellotex to support pigment to create subtle variations in the tone and texture of the paint. Showing the influence of trompe l'oeil, the geometric shapes thus created morph into stylized letters that form an anagram of the series' title. Burri lived to enjoy his reputation as one of the pre-eminent figures of post-war Italian art. He was the subject of a major retrospective in Milan in 1985, and his work was displayed at the 1988 Venice Biennale, the survey of twentieth-century Italian art mounted in London in 1989, and as part of an overview of post-war Italian art organized in 1994 by New York's Guggenheim Museum. In his last years, he suffered from emphysema. He died of respiratory failure at Pasteur Hospital in Nice on February 13, 1995. The essence of Burri's work is a sensitivity to texture and a compassion for the wastes of civilization. He subjected these wastes to further humiliations before he healed them, but out of the whole there emerges a poetic, esthetic metaphor for suffering, and the compositions themselves become evocative objects of compassion.
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Monica F.

Monica F. Refaat



Jan 1 2010 5:40 PM


HAPPY  NEW  YEAR.




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kazuyo

kazuyo



Jan 1 2010 10:52 AM

 
HAPPY NEW YEAR  2010
nacho

 nacho



Dec 28 2009 6:43 PM














photography by Graham Clark


"And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth." 

Raymond Chandler


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Happy New Year

love NachO

 
Giuseppe

Giuseppe Modena



Dec 28 2009 6:34 PM

Maestro, lusingato di tanta opportunità. Lei dorma un sonno tranquillo tanto qui non succede niente di nuovo.
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Dec 28 2009 2:01 PM


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Dec 26 2009 2:38 PM


 

Luis Montoya

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Dec 20 2009 8:41 PM

Hi friend!



Luis
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Dec 13 2009 12:00 PM

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Dec 7 2009 10:24 AM





EC

EC



Dec 6 2009 3:25 PM

The Air Bricks



There is the sound of voices, the sound of vices

Coming through the air-bricks of this dwelling tonight

The sound of arguments and lovers and bad music

The aroma of dinners and incense and insensitive idiots

Of which I am now one

The pipes screech from the cold, cold currents of water

The boilers rattle trying to keep up

Christmas is coming to make consumers of us all, (bah, humbug)

Ovens will be stuffed with turkeys trussed, and trussed up visitors

Will come and go, some jubilant and some begrudgingly so

There is the sound of clarinet, the sound of a crying baby

The sound of fights and laughter and telephones ringing for arrangements

The distinctive smell of weekend cooking and spices and cigarettes

Coming through the air-bricks of this house tonight



Photos & poem © Elena Consoli











Luis Montoya

Luis  Montoya



Dec 5 2009 1:17 AM

Thanks for your friendship
I"ts a pleasure to have you between my friends



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Luis
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Dec 5 2009 12:18 AM

saluti
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Nov 25 2009 8:41 AM

Avere questo nome nel mio space mi soddisfa tanto.
Grazie!!.
 

nacho

 nacho



Nov 21 2009 6:14 PM



Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Leaf from the first of the two disbound draft notebooks, started by Mary Godwin
at Geneva in summer 1816, with marginal corrections by Percy Bysshe Shelley:
'It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld my man completed ...'.
Abinger papers, Dep. c. 477, fol. 21r
© Bodleian Library, University of Oxford





…I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs…

…I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!–Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.

(from Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley)



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Have a nice weekend

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Nov 20 2009 5:41 PM


 

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Nov 16 2009 2:24 AM


 

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Nov 16 2009 12:18 AM


 

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Nov 13 2009 4:45 PM



xx

nacho

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Nov 7 2009 5:10 PM


-Quentin Crisp c1992 by Graham Clark-


"If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style."


"However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.


"There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse."


 
"It is explained that all relationships require a little give and take. This is untrue. Any partnership demands that we give and give and give and at the last, as we flop into our graves exhausted, we are told that we didn't give enough."

-Quentin Crisp 1908-1999 - writer, illustrator, actor-





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Happy Weekend :)

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kazuyo

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Nov 7 2009 1:44 PM


 

Have a beautiful weekend.
nacho

 nacho



Nov 5 2009 2:06 AM






"Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us ...

Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits ...

No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves ... Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men ...

My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once ...

Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.

Ever thine,

Ever mine,
Ever ours."
 




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Nov 2 2009 5:01 PM





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Nov 1 2009 6:19 PM


                  


“Space and light and order. Those are the things that men need just as much as they need bread or a place to sleep.” 
 
 –Le Corbusier 


  

“The home should be the treasure chest of living.” 

–Le Corbusier





“I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.” 

–Le Corbusier





“A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe and 50 times: It is a beautiful catastrophe.”
 
–Le Corbusier


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Have a good week

n.


laeti

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Oct 30 2009 8:09 PM

hello new friend




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Oct 30 2009 8:45 AM

Thanks...!




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