edited by Antonio Carradore
Maybe never as in this case title and concepts converge and chase each other in the attempt to understand the work of Gilberto Perlotto. Or rather, his vision of thought. A steel, compact fragility in his thirst for humanity. A humanity built on the wave of healthy feelings and the authentic nature of a (once again) material theatre of memory, which is sometimes heavy in its desire to denounce. In fact, Perlotto arrives at a degree of provocation pushed to breaking point with his shout of accusation, which is nevertheless still sweet in its murmuring and revelation to all those who perceive and develop the splinters – that become pills – of wisdom. A people’s wisdom – it has been called “rural” on other occasions – and for this reason Cultural – even in the sense of “cultivation” (from which the word ultimately derives).
Thus in the hands of Gilberto Perlotto, matter and memory become equivalent and non-negotiable segments of a single infinitely long path with a burning speed of exhaustion and renovation, each time with the wonderful surprise both of the artist and especially ours, accompanying the senses with thoughts that every aesthetic experience hatches beyond the limit of its creator. It is able to overcome and surpass itself by mingling in the practical and functional sense that Book and Culture cause to explode. Because memory itself is concrete beyond dreams, just as the books of Perlotto, which ideally open us up to the world in the world.