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Manuela Gandini

Cross Stories
artandgallery, Milano

 
Gigi Rigamonti is constantly on the move. Above and beneath the clouds, he travels the streets and experiences the stories of the postmodern Babel. He draws energy for his uninterrupted work wherever he goes, from the oriental markets that smell of spices and fried food to the crystalline and business-like City. Whilst travelling he sketches, takes notes, draws, fills notebooks and books, fluidly depicting city lights, shop windows, fragments of words, skylines, bodies, oceans, wars. The works – consisting of tempra impasto, pages from newspapers, dried flowers and varnish - represent the decomposition of the everyday.
Everything happens within a few seconds, just like in jazz. Irregular surfaces, tubes of colour, signs. In a physical relationship with the work, on which he throws down acrylic to trace unpredictable paths, the artist crumples the tracing paper with measured passion, dirtying and ripping it, placing it over the coloured liquids. His movements produce sounds like the ‘chance’ music so loved by John Cage and Fluxus. An artist with many faces, Rigamonti conceives art as the supreme automatism of respiration. Through human relations, he creates works that are in a constant state of flux. His work is not limited to painting, extending to the creative process that also links him with other artists. Artandgallery, a transit station containing ideas, objects, people and other works, is a multi-faceted happening. Rigamonti’s work, however, is also the relationship with industry: physical and concrete. It is knowing how to live like Duchamp, enjoying a glass of champagne on the terrace at dusk. For the reopening of Artandgallery, Rigamonti has produced an exhibition that modifies the spatial and conceptual parameters of the former theatre. As in a journey across screens that no longer have images but only the fluid energy of human deeds, the visitor is lost among the echoes of the exploits of Pollock, Rauschenberg, Beuys, Cage... the illegible books become gigantic, they have no words, they are imposing and intimate.

Charta Catalogue. Texts by Manuela Gandini.