Viola Mondello

Attraverso” is an endless video performance, moving incessantly from one place to another with Fragile, my partner. My collaboration with Fragile started in 2005 and since then we work together. What is important to explain about the performance “Attraverso” is that it is something endless, because I travel, I bring with me Fragile everywhere I go, conditioning in this way my life´s naturalness. I persistently go through places because I think ambient is the only thing that is able to change despite it seems always the same: in this eternity that go on modifying itself silently it is possible to carve the time through the passage of our actions. Dragging, transporting, accompanying Fragile, I want to talk about a body into a body through a body, investigating about tha nature eternity, that change itself evolving, endlessly.The individual can not understand itself in its essential true, it believes to think about Existence, but it forget to ask itself about its true, about its end.

-Offshore installation.

"Fragile" is in a situation to the limit. On one side is safe, although his house is submerged, but is still afloat, but can not go anywhere. A metaphor about how the man is forced to live in contemporary society ...

Home, the way we imagine it, has a clear inner worthiness, it's a sign through the unconscious build its own dream's structure. It's a place where man lives and relates himself to surfaces, to objects, that are all around him, that he dragged to represent his own non-verbal expression.
Our lived daily places constitutes a link between inner and outer personal worlds, so they serve a vital function, like our skin, giving us back an uniform image of ourselves, defending us by external intrusions, permitting us to be in contact with others.
Through this action, I try to rebuild my inner world: it's a balanced duel, matter against matter, up to fuse myself with it.

Photo by Abbe Findley

I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made ​​for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us


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I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made ​​for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natu
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I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made ​​for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natu
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I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natural, and has a
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I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natural, and has a
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I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors, food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.
From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me, shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was, I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made for Christmas, the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natural, and has a
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My memories in the ancient ritual of the bread, to digest and metabolize the past, giving it new form.

Fragile fantasized in one of his bucolic walks and seeking a refuge where they can repair for a few hours, he runs into a cave covered in gold leaf.
Next to the stone set before a macro image 100x70 indoor cave.

Ancestral image.

Detail of "ESCAMOTAGE"

The uncertain journey man seeking the meaning of life ... from place to place without ever break away from it.

Anyone who goes away from Sicily, in the end always brings with it the ...

Technically, I wanted to enhance the Byzantine art by putting it in stark contrast with modern materials, using plexiglass. Since that Sicily is on the run and is detaching from the sea, there are still attached shells and other underwater finds. The steel wire with which it is suspended, allowing the oscillation, like a cradle.

Fragile leaves you fascinated by this passage that serves as shelter, storm door space, transit, by the sea somewhere ...

Fragile finds refuge in this picturesque home, while walking, as usual, looking for peace, on a dry river bed.

Fragile was collecting shells on the beach, but the tidal wave sweeps sweeping away everything, like the tsunami in 1908 that had engulfed his city .. but finds refuge in the remains of some kind of building houses ...

Fragile has found refuge for a few hours in this space now inhabited by time, yet which if still the sound of passing trains, real or imaginary that is ..