THE MIRROR CRACKED

As promised a return to the work of Alfredo Pirri
People had to be encouraged to walk on the floor.
His work forces the audience to break gallery boundaries.
Cameras instantly appear.
Surprisingly provocative.

Ours is a broken time that has lost its solid faith in balance, in the centrality of human beings as the measure of things, in the cosmic correspondences (the last spiritual athlete, nostalgic reporter of the end of this architecture of universal harmony, was the Baudelaire of the Correspondances, in Fleurs du mal). Splintered, irreducible to a “place” of symmetries, time is “cut” with respect to memory and to the wait: its intrinsically ethical nature is brought into play, in keeping with its role as the guarantor of what Eugène Minkowski (Le temps vécu, Paris 1933) described as “the vital contact with reality”. The relationship with the space of this shattered time multiplies, in post-Euclidean physics, into an infinite network of relations, of mental states involving the Subject, the gaze absorbed in the perception of the time-space in which it is immersed, and which “changes” according to the principle of indeterminateness of Werner Heisenberg (1927), in concomitance with the “point of view” of the “observer”:
Heavy stuff!