Pane, 2021 – Bread, 2021
While in everyday life, lives disappear like breaths on flour,I wish reason would become water to make bread.
S’il n’y a pas de paix, il n’y a pas de pain. Si la raison dort, il ne reste plus que la mort.
If there is no peace, there is no bread.
Non chiedono cure, 2021 – They don’t ask for care, 2021
I focused on an image I’ve held onto for a long time: a damaged desk from which a green triangle emerges—it looks like grass… artificial.
A gesture of love born from a foolishly destructive act.
Care aimed to ennoble the gesture and offer the viewer an escape route.
While everyone is busy looking for a cure, we insert prosthetics where we have broken limbs.
What gives me hope is what grows on the margins, without attention, and despite everything, still thrives.
Maria Luisa Imperiali Works & Words 