A stain of Amarena in the Heart

Francesco Gennari
October 28 – December 17, 2011

Ma, non so in Effetti Quali Siano i miei Reali Sentimenti / But I Really Don’t Know What my True Feelings are, 2010 (left) 
Copper, iron, brass, silver, nickel
Dimensions variable 

Il Corpo Torna alla Terra, l’Anima Torna al Cielo (con una Macchia d’Amarena nel Cuore) / The body returns to earth, and the soul to heaven (with a stain of amarena in the heart), 2011 (right) 

Terracotta, gin, Amarena syrup, starry sky

17 x 70 x 111 cm


Photo © Jens Ziehe

Ma, non so in Effetti Quali Siano i miei Reali Sentimenti / But I Really Don’t Know What my True Feelings are, 2010 (left) 
Copper, iron, brass, silver, nickel
Dimensions variable 

Il Corpo Torna alla Terra, l’Anima Torna al Cielo (con una Macchia d’Amarena nel Cuore) / The body returns to earth, and the soul to heaven (with a stain of amarena in the heart), 2011 (right) 

Terracotta, gin, Amarena syrup, starry sky

17 x 70 x 111 cm


Photo © Jens Ziehe

Ma, non so in Effetti Quali Siano i miei Reali Sentimenti / But I Really Don’t Know What my True Feelings are, 2010 (back) 
Copper, iron, brass, silver, nickel
Dimensions variable 

Il Corpo Torna alla Terra, l’Anima Torna al Cielo (con una Macchia d’Amarena nel Cuore) / The body returns to earth, and the soul to heaven (with a stain of amarena in the heart), 2011 (front) 

Terracotta, gin, Amarena syrup, starry sky

17 x 70 x 111 cm

 

Photo © Jens Ziehe

Autoritratto su Menta (con Camicia Bianca) / Self-portrait on Mint Syrup (with white shirt), 2011
Epson print on 100% cotton paper
27 x 37 cm (framed)

Photo © Jens Ziehe
Autoritratto su Menta (con Camicia Bianca) / Self-portrait on Mint Syrup (with white shirt), 2011
Epson print on 100% cotton paper
27 x 37 cm (framed)

Photo © Andrea Rossetti 

A stain of Amarena in the Heart

Francesco Gennari
Johnen Galerie, Berlin
October 28 – December 17, 2011
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One morning he felt the desire to look at his reflection in a liquid surface, wanting his beloved mint syrup to serve as the only albeit unstable carrier of his image, wishing for the continuous change in his appearance to coincide with the constant fluctuation of his feelings. While he was struggling to comprehend his emotions, his image continued to oscillate to the rhythm of the moving green fluid.

At the same time he remembered what was to be his fate: the irreversible separation of body and soul. He knew that his body would return to earth where it would evaporate entropically, and his soul would go to heaven; he knew that only the shell would persist, only the apparition. And yet he decided to embark on that journey - but with a stain of amarena in his heart. 

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