Alessandra Baldoni. Pigre divinità e pigra sorte was printed in 70 copies numbered from 1 to 40 in Arabic numerals and from I to XXX in Roman numerals, the latter are accompanied by a Fine Art print not reproduced in the book and authenticated by the artist.
Fine art prints (view sample pages here beside): 16 x 24 cm | ed. 10; 20 x 25 cm | ed. 10; 20 x 30 cm | ed. 10
"I remember the relentless heat of that August day, Perugia with its pale stones touching the deep blue curtain, beautiful and poignant as ever. I was on my way to the Galleria Nazionale dell'Umbria, closed at first because of the pandemic emergency and then because it was in the midst of a majestic and prodigious-this I would find out months later-installation by its director, Marco Pierini. I felt the emotion one has when seeing a great love again after a while, I held my breath until I went up to the floor and crossed that entrance, that threshold I knew perfectly well because I had crossed it many and many times driven by the need to restore my gaze, to indulge in silent and very personal dialogues with faces surrounded by gold and vermilion passion. I had the privilege of being able to enter and, in solitude, see the Galleria in a moment of metamorphosis, exposed in the fragile flank of things not yet defined, in suspended hesitation, in the midst of momentous change. I remember the silence, the feeling of having crossed an interdicted space, moving cautiously and amazed at the same time. I don't know how many times in one's life it might happen to be able to enter such a "construction site" with a camera: bustling works, marks left on the wall like a sacred wear - a worn shroud - nails and holes recalling the blood of pierced feet next door; fiercely gazing lions and disheveled wires, sockets through which light comes to rest on the haloes of angels. Also. Wrappings and papers to protect, which have been the nest or support of something precious, and hands to shelter their chests from the time-worn impact of the divine, paper on the ground and figures struggling in and with marble, stucco, vines and skillful draperies rising against all gravity. Also. The dust, the crookedness, the imperfection waiting to heal. The faces of martyred saints, angels and deities as if hanging on a question: they, the eternal ones, wondering about the future, seeming to hesitate as if in an interrupted gesture, as if imagining the imaginable ... change, revolution. The series Lazy Gods And Lazy Fate is a tale of wonderful bewilderment: a metamorphosis in progress, a place to be found, a new meaning to be read. Never did I think I would witness the undressing and nakedness of a place like the Galleria only to find it mutated and invested with a new - white - glory."
Alessandra Baldoni
