They aren’t paintings… They are macro photos of Lacer/actions.
© Roberto Alborghetti
Review by FRANCESCO CORSI, ArtInGenio, Florence
Roberto Alborghetti observes and contemplates those objects that are caught in a state of abandonment as the extreme consequence of their being significant objects. Objects that have exhausted their life cycle. Scrap where the artist takes the extreme meaning of things. Because things are loved even when they have ceased their mere function as usables.
There is a tenderness for the things of the world that can only exist in those who want to read the meaning of being. A life that is awareness of the ruins of time, which has assumed in itself every oedipal character of temporality, where light breaks into the finitude of a world already lived.
Alborghetti interprets the “wall of time” well, to refer to the Jungerian work, the space occupied by things that fall, but in this decadence a sort of mysticism is grafted.
Accumulated residues of discontinued works, ragged posters that have exhausted their function, like a human being worn out at the end of his days. And these wrecks draw their life from a new look, from a light that removes them from their inexorable decline.
In this subtraction from decadence, every element lives a providential redemption from chaos, from the useless, and helps to better understand that Life itself is useless, like Art, because Life is eternal Presence.