Giuseppe Gentili, the Charlie Chaplin of sculpture
"Beauty will be convulsive or will not be," Francis Bacon
"In a world dominated by communication and by spin doctors, artists no longer exercise any influence. In a society where the optically correct overlaps the politically correct there is no space for artists and thinkers. It remains then that the self-marginalization. An artist must beware of celebrities, must remain anonymous and lonely. [...] the real art, not the virtual market, it needs to regain possession of anonymity and poverty. " Some months ago, while I was reading and I shared fully these piercing reflections of Paul Virilio, a snapshot association of ideas led me to think about the dramatic work, solitary and many shocking aspects of Giuseppe Gentili, die artist could identify perfectly in those words. Officially and unjustly called Gentili has so far had full citizenship in today's contemporary art world, worldly, shiny, surface, all business and no substance, exemplarily represented by diamond-studded skull by Damien Hirst or dall'Hanging Heart Jeff Koons that broke all records for the award. After all, today in newspapers, on television but also among insiders talking about the actual creativity only in terms of money and market, if it were simply a product like any other. .......Continue
Whimsical, restless, jealous of their own ideas and their own freedom. But, even tender, limpid, playful like a child that's been flying the kite and entrusted his dreams to the sky. Giuseppe Gentili does not deny its human personality in revolt against any power or act of violence, injustice, oppression and its being a formidable creator of morphologies plastics and formal vivid amazement. In this basic dichotomy, pervaded by an aesthetic feeling of pure invention and surprising dexterity, he continues to build his artistic universe, away from the conventions and constraints, voicing deep thoughts, image to the anxieties and expectations of humanity. And even the fabulous themes of onset, when operated in a farmhouse in the green countryside of his native Pollenza. In that workshop, flash of fire and odorous sulfur as the cave of Volcano, take the first body iron sculptures, prototypes of precious metals, installations of hard materials shaped by blowtorch with free expressive measure and genuine freshness ....Continue
Fernando Pessoa wrote: "The only the preface of a work is the brain of the law."
This book for many reasons does not want to be either a collection of vast production. Nor a cookbook quite varied comments of his work. But rather brief help anyone to accompany you on a journey to which we can at will make a beginning and an end.
For my part I remember reading of Joseph Dear, before you get interested in his art, really. I came in to do this for those who feel the call one "damn" sculptor for his ability to get inside the soul of the people. Digging with iron arts and with the flame of a blowtorch in it. But to him I also got to hear, who in a sense he felt to go beyond the artistic profiles. He deserves the contact to his innate ability - and contagious obviously - do not leave indifferent. .Continue
When you have heard a piece of mu-sic that moves you to tears, you can never forget it. The artist, in the pain-ful intensity of creation, has struck a chord that reverberates through the silence of time, casting a spell over emotions and imagination. There is nothing that better illustrates the work of the artist Giuseppe Gentili than Il suonatore di flauto, sculpted by him in 1.987 while he was living and working in Via Monterone, Spoleto. This piece, in steel and iron, constructed using a welding torch, epitomises the creation of poetry out of poverty. Il Suonatore was made using poor material, poor tools and with the poorest of subjects, but with an artistic result that is rich in poetry. There is a harmony in the simple lines of the piece that rise together from the base, creating depth, and then vanish into space. The face of the flautist is gazing upwards, pleading to heaven while, at the same time, he is playing his .flute so quickly that his fingers have blurred. His clothes, which have an ethereal beauty as y- seen in a dream, are made by an artist who suffers always the pain of creation. The image is a fragile one, resting on the .finest of filaments, like the centre point of a balance. It would take but little to destroy it. The sculptor Gentili is a great dreamer and every awakening for him is an enormous disappointment. He has the unmistakable genetic make-up of-the artist. . ....Continue