Text by Natalya Serkova
If Thumbelina had to travel not on the back of the swallow but by a motorcycle, she would have hardly managed to keep her wedding dress and her tiny bows unrumpled.
It is not only that riding a bike requires special gear: a helmet, gloves or a leather jacket. More than that, unlike immersion into a comfortable womb of a car or a swallow’s soft feathers, riding a motorcycle requires an equal complicity in the breakneck ride on the part of the traveller.
A motorcycle is an example of a perfect hybrid of a human and a vehicle. Once astride a motorcycle, riders not only partake of the speed and the slaps of the head wind, slaps of dust, of sounds or of the ground, but they also have to fully merge with the motorcycle, to repeat its curves with the curves of their own bodies.
The more complete this conjunction between the body and the vehicle, the better the riders can steer and control it, the more stable and well balanced their position is on the saddle. Those who seek to achieve an effective contact with this mechanism made of metal, rubber and leather have to become the extension of it, an outgrowth on its mechanical body that enables it to wake up and come into action.
Such an amalgamation does not mean that the vehicle engulfs its “second engine”, its human outgrowth. Just like the intestines of the motorcycle that are exposed, pulled inside out, the motorcycle itself always seeks to expand outward. It does not devour, but, with the help of powerful sounds, high speed and the sparks from its wheels at steep turns, works to expand whatever accompanies it in its movement.
Everything that comes clear of the ground and is ready to follow the motorbike’s metal curves, turns into a shining, a gas, a rumble.
A motorcycle continuously multiplies itself in all this shining and noise, capable of taking on new parts that are willing to be absorbed and expanding itself to an unknown extent. But given this expansion, does the motorcycle remain what it used to be before? Or does it become a bleak reflection of its former self shimmering with its smooth, cool intestines and turning all the new parts into a semblance of itself? Every brand new thumb, every human or non-human outgrowth forces the entire motorcycle system, not just the wheels alone, into constant motion. The mutation can escalate to such an extent as to make it impossible to tell whether it is a parasitic outgrowth, hiding among the parts of the vehicle, or a vehicle that has become a parasitic virus of a weird shape that eludes the logic of functional driving.
It has become impossible to separate the parts from their bearer, because the bearer is now little more than a sum total of its constituent parts assembled in a somewhat random manner.
The infinite expansion and annexation of yet more parts prompts an incessant renewal of the entire body.
We are no longer sure which point in time and space we should select in order to be able to give a proper name to whatever it is that we are facing. If the motorcycle is a parasitic virus that is revived by every contact with a creature such as a human being, it means that it is hardwired—they way all viruses are—not only to mutate, but also to deftly elude the eyes of strangers. This is exactly why in contrast to a car, a motorcycle is naked: you do not have to hide or tear the surface membrane that is simply not there. Yet at the same time, its shiny, sleek, smooth, glossy surfaces are meant to distract anyone who manages to catch a glimpse of them. Will the multiplication of these surfaces and of their shine turn into the multiplication of their deceptions? Or, taken to extremes, thus will detonate the logic of the vehicle from within, unleashing the powers previously hidden inside?
Thumbelina landing happily on her swallow next to an elvish prince notices a brand
new bike behind his back.
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Nomadic, fulfilling disposition of non-familiar shapes: Assiette ou Virage et Dérapage.
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Inspired by the documentation modality used to describe an art work through its details, "Assiette ou
Virage et Dérapage" is a project anchored to the idea that the Minor Circumstance of such images often
exhibits the most material and fulfilling aspect of the object, letting visual pleasure have the best on the
imaginary / imaginative concept of the artwork.
Obliged to relate to a restricted space, cynically sensual already, seven artists dialogued with the
exhibition space cannibalizing an aesthetic that we all know and which we has been influenced and
sometimes distracted in these years.
The hateful, common, coarse, and deplorable mistakes that inspired this project are essentially two:
How does an installation view reveal of the project, the curatorial thought, and the gallerist ambitions?
And how often does it only show the depressing interior designer ability of the curator and the proud
complacency of rampant estate owner?
And when it comes to the artist: sure to choose from the dozens of photos of details the one that can
best express the concept of the work, he is instead distracted as a child by the twinkle of a chromed
metal, excited by the curve of a a form that reminds us some car advertising .
The art works are the center of any topic that interests art, but they are often misunderstood and then
chosen for the most simplistic and approximate reasons.
The operation is simple and mocking. The viewer is made responsible.
Will he stop on a superficial and consolatory reading? Let him. Everything is in order and prepared for
this to happen, because he does not bother too much and convinces himself that everything is fine.
Perhaps he would prefer to feel cuddled by those images he recognizes and loves. That he needs.
Satisfying and feticist images.
Dangerous double curve, the first to the left.
Something Must Break
2017
Lucia Leuci
“Senza titolo creolo”
2017
(Silk, acrylic paint)
Vitaly Bezpalov
“Represented as fleeing, for he has laid sacrilegious hands on the object once hallowed by life”
2017
(drawing on scotch tape)
Michele Gabriele
“Sleepy Spoony (Why don’t you go back to sell your fucking shaboo and leave us alone?)”
2017
(Fortune cookies, marijuana, dollars)
Dorota Gaweda & Egle Kulbokaite
“YGRG 145”
2017
(Embroidery and starch on cotton t-shirt)
Installation View
from left:
Vitaly Bezpalov, Dorota Gaweda & Egle Kulbokaite, Michele Gabriele, Monia Ben Hamouda, Lucia Leuci
Monia Ben Hamouda
“It was right / Even though it felt wrong”
2017
(Pigmented silicone, hair gel, water)
Alessandro Di Pietro
“Bruce”
2017
(Steel, glass screen, magnets, 3d print, batteries)
Jibril Esposito
“Doublepenetration”
2017
(Smartphone stand for bikes, synthetic ebony, blood)
Installation View
from left: Monia Ben Hamouda, Lucia Leuci, Jibril Esposito, Alessandro Di Pietro, Michele Gabriele, Dorota Gaweda & Egle Kulbokaite,
Vitaly Bezpalov
Monia Ben Hamouda
Vitaly Bezpalov
Alessandro Di Pietro
Jibril Esposito
Michele Gabriele
Dorota Gaweda & Egle Kulbokaite
Lucia Leuci
contribution text by Natalya Serkova
curated by
Something Must Break
Something Must Break is an ongoing research project by Monia Ben Hamouda
and Michele Gabriele based between Istanbul and Milan.
It investigates Distances, Narratives and Feelings.
Somethings that are better left unsaid, and stories you can’t tell anymore.
How can we stop looking for happiness in the same places where we lost it.
14th November 2017
Via Pontano 35, Milan
O Fluxo 2017
