L’Arte di Separare (2023) is a special project created by the artist Ilaria Gasparroni as part of the series of special exhibitions that the Kyro Art Gallery organises in relationship with various institutions. Specifically, it consists of an exquisite, wide folding screen with four marble panels, featuring a depiction of a season on each one. The work, suggests Ilaria Gasparroni is “conceived as a metaphor for the four seasons of every human’s life: spring, summer, autumn and winter unite humanity, animals and plants in a single circular vortex that is existence.”
On the slab of ‘Primavera’ [Spring] ancient French tarot cards—the Voyage, Les planetes or Les astres, La lumier, Le chaos and Le ciel—intersect and overlap with butterflies, exquisite wallpaper, origami and a sheet of music with the score of the Concert in E major composed by Cesare Vivaldi. In the ‘Estate’ [Summer] the dialogue is between the Concert in G minor (again by Vivaldi, who is also present in ‘Autunno’ [Autumn] with the Concerto in F major and in ‘Inverno’ [Winter] with the Concerto in F minor) and refined panels of foodstuffs or with the poem by Attilio Bertolucci Come agosto finisce, la mattina dopo una notte. [Like August ends, so does the morning after night] The wonder in the Autunno panel lies in the apple that vibrates out from among the distracted pieces of a jigsaw puzzle or from the small and evocative sheet of paper made of marble and ink with a short excerpt taken from the dialogue of Le Muse by Cesare Pavese, the most significant of the Dialoghi con Leucò (1947). Have you never wondered why a moment, similar to so many in the past, should suddenly make you happy, happy as a god? You looked at the olive tree, the olive tree on the path you have walked every day for years, and the day comes when displeasure leaves you and you caress the old trunk with your gaze, as if it were a new-found friend, and it tells you the one word your heart was waiting for. Other times it is the glance of any passer-by. Other times the rain that persists for days. Or the resounding screech of a bird. Or a cloud that you would say you have already seen. For a moment, time stands still, and the mundane touches your heart as if the before and after no longer exist. Have you not asked yourself why?