Roberta Mariani

La schiuma dei giorni

ABSTRACT

The gallery inaugurates October 19th with a solo show by Roberta Mariani. The gallery website is coming soon!

When the world’s ornamentations are mutual emulations of matter’s markings, vegetation is equivalent to fabric, and the two realities share the same aesthetic parabola, both aware of how to undergo the same melismatic shifts. Roberta Mariani achieves the ambiguous equivalence between the intricacies she paints and the folds of a piece of bark and those of a brocade, between the corrugations of limestone and the wrinkles of a fabric. Mariani shows that strokes, marks, lacework, foams, and spinning traces of painting are indeed Nature, they are already in themselves vegetation, herb family, and minerality, because her painting is not meant to imitate Nature but to be Nature itself and to sow and bud on the soil of the painting. The tangle generates its own perspective, and the meanders of lines find within their own chaos their ways to show off. Folding is a genetic power of ornamentation; it has wrinkles and twists within itself, or distensions, as an expression of relaxed areas. It is not true, as Galilei wrote, that Nature does not delight itself in poetic appendages. Matter continually aspires to itself or to a supplement of itself, it can be pleased with itself, inside the ripples, and from the virtuosities, it can undertake and exhibit. Everything in painting is made of the same aesthetic matter, owing to the primacy of semblance. The painted thing partakes solely in the color with which it is painted, therefore it takes on a chromatic guise, that is, a non-material but pictorial matter, just as in dreams there is a non-fleshy but dreamlike flesh. In painting everything is pictorial. Representation is configured according to its objective physical mode to which respect painting can elaborate different realizations that, by being concrete, can be a physical alternative to the world in its authentic and natural physical constitution and thus become lyrical alienations of Nature. Roberta Mariani reverses the relationship between appearance and reality. The painted image genealogically precedes the actual natural thing to which it resembles, because if things are made in the image and likeness, the image comes prior to the likeness and the resemblance to the elements of the world is secondary.

Mariani’s painting is not illusionistic art that confronts things to give them an illusion. Therefore, this kind of aesthetic mirroring does not pursue formal imitation of the sensible appearance of the corporeal, for it is not interested in mimetic fiction since painting always precedes nature. On the contrary, as equivocal as it can get for mimetic work, painting annihilates, for excess of synthesis (as if it were lyophilized), the relationship with the rest of the world, since it is self-sufficient and does not need to translate materially into a watery wave or a silky drape or herbaceous hedge in order to realize itself. Artistic form pre-exists the thing before it is configured into a material thing; it prescinds from the identification of the material that will make it, so at its origin, there is only painting. Figuration is superior and alien to concrete matter. Every painting refers to natural things prior to participation in the sensible world. It is not art that imitates Nature, but vice versa, and if Nature were to mirror itself in Roberta Mariani’s graphic gurgles it would learn new modes of gushing. In this sense, Nature is subordinate to Painting. Mariani’s work consists of lines, reiterated to the bitter end, filaments and discriminating bands, interlocks, accidental (or glaring, as in the case of these works) intervals, lace-like grids, combinations, capillary entropies, slices or meshes, anthills, graphic organisms. The complexity, inequality, and multiplicity of connections manage never to be ensnared in laws nor fixed in a mechanism, so that a kind of dynamism is achieved exclusively by the constancy of trembling segments, or their thickening, capable of generating the impression of an organic, constant, and feverish translation. The artist manages to overcome the problem of systematically applying a pattern, which is essentially a problem of modulation and combination. In this way, aesthetic operations are never totally identifiable with predictable operations and, therefore, are not locked into formulas. The concentration of the warp is guaranteed by the binding properties of the enforced weft. The aesthetic ideal that invests this research concerns free methods that can offer spurious doodles, so there is an autonomy of the line and the filler, and this autonomy of the sign’s self-determination is its fecundity. Each of the tangles aspires to its own exaltation.

The qualitative form of what has been fulfilled is the external result of the unfolding of those moments that are formalized in an internal sense, through strokes, whiskers, and friezes. All parts of the unfolding are associated in a movement chord that is dynamic coherence of all segments. It involves drawing nuclei of lines that must reproduce a tremor which is always attributable to the tremor rooted in development. Evolution has an intimate oscillatory movement that flows out in repetition, for movement is tremor that balances on itself, without really developing in any way. This trembling is the foundation of the painting, so the all-encompassing reason for everything is the restlessness of a tiny, permanent oscillation, and all the praxis adopted by Mariani has always been related to this trembling. Nature trembles in the depths of itself, and every painting of Nature trembles because of the restlessness motion of the modular, because when a line moves, it trembles in the depths of itself, and what was fixed in it falters and shudders. Thus, each pictorial page of Mariani has no beginning and no end but participates each time in the fullness of a latent total order that unfolds before our eyes.

Certainly, this undulating and rippling painting falls within the serpentine graphies. The nature of the serpentine line (only at times sinuous) is a paradoxical generating principle compared to the rationality of the straight line. The serpentine line is lyrical. The sinuosity of the processes configures a lyrical space. Serpentines and fluctuations can also rely on the intensity of repetitions. In this context, the labyrinths enacted at every point on the sheet are limbs of a single mantle.

Gianni Garrera