Spugne chiuse
Ernesto Sartori
19.05.2021 - 24.07.2021, opening 19.05.2021
« The factory. There's no direction, it turns.
The factory. Parts and scraps. Nails and nails.
In the courtyard, grass around the scrap metal.
The grass grows very well, very green. The metal is piled up. »
Leslie Kaplan, Excess: The Factory, (AK Press, 2018), translated by Julie Carr & Jennifer Pap
Objects have it easy with Ernesto Sartori. He wants them. And to live with them, he goes about it differently from most people. He collects and often keeps them as pieces in order to attract them to beneficent forms of fiction kneaded into mysterious blends. His fictions create landscapes one would like to travel to, not only to feel better there, but to practice gestures of living. To simply live. Perhaps must we envision ourselves as peasants before becoming artists? Perhaps Ernesto Sartori is a remarkable painter precisely because he doesn't merely do some of the work, but all of it. He does all the work and doesn't miss a single thing. His work, over the years, has never lost this craft quality. Many things go through his hands before being transformed into landscapes wherein the magnitude of life is identified. His landscapes and still life paintings are infinite, and of all times. Perhaps, Ernesto Sartori's paintings tell us, we should be more in command of our lives before creating to live or living to create.