81 so good”, “So far so good”, “So far so good”. But it’s not how far you fall that matters. It’s how you land». The fall, the mistake, do not have a definitive feature if we have the strength to become aware of them, so as to consciously fix them. Creating art itself is never an innocent act, nor a winning one. It is necessary to make mistakes in order to grow, it is necessary to know how to see the gold in a failure – as Pasolini warned or, returning to water, as Erasmo did within the Adagia (1508): «When I made a shipwreck, then I sailed well». We believed that man was omnipotent. We were wrong. We can still fix it. We believed that water was unlimited and its flowing immutable, and instead the acceleration of its cycle, driven mad by our delirium, is the cause of the extreme phenomena that are plaguing us and devastating the planet. We were wrong. We can still fix it. «Everything has limits», Gian Maria tells me. «Today, on the street, I was listening to an old song by Capossela. I would have liked to call him to tell him he's right. We artists are generals of armies made of lead soldiers. And it doesn't matter if they can be animated. They are still figurines. But they do have a hold on imagination. And so, for that part of us that still remains innocent, those battles of ours made with a little color and two hinted strokes can produce wounds in the armour, from which it is possible to extract our heart again to expose it to all the winds, to get it back to breathe. Because life can elude us. But art will always come looking for us».
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