Pamela Napoletano

humanoids "
The world is an image.
The real picture.
The individual is an image.
Image dummy, constructed, materialized. Without substance.
As our actions.

How much of our being we really belong? Constantly bombarded by messages enticing, we find ourselves slaves of appearances, luxury and clichés. The vacuum becomes "full", that full passes for the "right", "true", "necessary". The "Humanoid", inhabitants of this artificiality, recite the mantra of the slaves held by the feet of their idols, subjugated by illusory satisfactions and lazily unaware of their own unhappiness. Unhappiness, even this, without substance.

Submissions, myths and side effects are represented through the reconstruction of images stolen anywhere. From art to the world of design, advertising, photography, life lived to the web. The seemingly lighthearted and ironic reminder of the final mask representation of the drama.