Massimo Innocenti, september, 2009

 

Seeing is more than observing.You need to feel and throughout this sensation, let yourself be enchanted.
Giovanni Bigazzi’s matters not to me, I’m here again to perceive his emotions, his “disconnected” relations that he follows every time his interest is captured.
With affection and an accurate conviction, I’m attracted by the emotional sound of this latest work, surprised and almost positive of this certitude and, if I can dare share what Proust said about the artistic creation:
“True books are sons of the silence and the night. The man who writes, paints and composes, is not the same man that has dinner in a mansion, converses with friends, writes them letters or relates with them talking of his own confidences.”

I try to think that these latest works of Giovanni are a hint of his being  different, double, almost a pulsing meteor who struggles into time that is not looking for the exact  concentration to achieve a goal,  expanding as a magnetic fluid towards the unexpected.
These works vibrate, confuse the idea and regain possession of the real sense of the instant, as if they lived into an eternal nocturne, where just the secret’s light, the light of the hidden can make you feel the glimmering of the shapes.

Giovanni Bigazzi chooses water, shadows and the upside down trail of the “universal flood”.
He prefers the instant after, that invisible trip that appears behind his shoulder, beside, as a shadow that follows his cold reflection.
The photos are different from each other,  remote times and distant places, almost opposite, distracted but close at the same time, dark and clear, color and its opposite,  kept simple for the emotion of comprehension, a metaphor of an immediate contemplation.
In these photos that Giovanni unifies and allows them to remain distant at the same time, he gives to us the possibility to comprehend, like the words of a fairy tale that absolutely becomes musical.
The music of floating, into the immanent rhythm, comes out of the past into the present, the voyage and its antithesis, its memory: it passes
through time before the event and the moment right after, happens.
These photographic works are like two tales that contrast in just one event, holding back a beginning.
As many fragments, they divide themselves and they “get lost” into a process of Self Realization, until they rediscover themselves into the essence of Nature.

It is as if Giovanni has surprised the physiognomic Nature right at the instant of its reflection with his pictures.
A fluid and evanescent movement spread through the substance, the transcendence of fragments taken straight from images, so much as to catch the key to tenderness, moved by the arch of the horizon, until it achieves the lonely reflection as a unique prospective.

These works enhance the silence and through the silence achieve a slow path, a destination crossed by a soft breath of wind that pushes the impassable towards the loss of its own limit.
Pictures translated with an acute language, but brimming with perceptions and emotive impulses, almost distracted, but immediately taken up again by the slow fluttering wind.

Giovanni Bigazzi loves the enchantment of his primitive spontaneity from which he portrays his own dilemma, his creative disorder that walks him among the curved trails where waiting follows his shadow, that bright night that shines on the blinding lamp of a gentle flinching of an eye.
Fluid as water, the occasion becomes suspense, air, the tremble of waiting and right there a whisper stops the emotion forever.
Giovanni’s pictures arrive for leaving again, brought by the gust that will be there in a little while.