With a strong component of manual ability, Fabrizio Pozzoli studies the human figure, identifies its main nerve endings and rebuilds it in all its stereometric fullness with the infinite winding and unwinding of a iron wire skein that grows and spreads out filling up the volume around and stops when the virtual ephitelium level is achieved. It is evident that the building of the figure develops from the infinite angle variability of its major axis, since the iron wire winding induces a continuous rotation in that body that is filling up, and this body, while bringing form, moves around the space almost in absence of weight even if it is made of metallic material. From this source of apparent contradiction, the sculptor’s elaborated concepts assume valid principles of expression. In Pozzoli’s work there is, in fact, a dialogue between man and the space that is only granted to him: a dialogue that soon turns into a monologue, a painful monologue since that man sees himself struggling inside the prison of the universe that contributes to build up. A feeling of accepted suffering exhales from the young Milanese’s statues, a feeling of submission to all that air that stands above the person whose skin endures the lead thickness. Inside the body (an’intus’ that we see indistinctly from the small openings of the plates that form the covering armour and that is denied to us once the armour is completed) so the heart turns into lead and the breath gets short and difficult.
Fabrizio Pozzoli My world - 2011 filo ferro, piombo
Rivista per Artisti