ARTIST STATEMENT: I have known Antonio Bilotta for years and have followed his artistic evolution, from the faces of a humanity loaded with poignant intensity, aware of its own destiny but not inclined to surrender to it, to the search for a sense of light and hope, to the reinvention of trees, and still more.
It is magical to see him work, immersed in movement, out of time. Merchandise, commerce, consumption, trash : the rectangle of our days becomes a pentagon with recycling…nothing created, nothing destroyed, everything transformed.
Warhol provocatively frames merchandise; Bilotta assembles wood, rubber, cement and rearranges it, creating dreamy and visionary works that provoke curiosity and amazement—a cry to a world sworn to a materialism that makes poetry expired merchandise.
In the simplicity of an intuition hides the answer to complex questions….who can forget Gandhi and the salt in the conch shell ?
Can a gesture that is the fruit of a synopsis kick the habit that normalizes the madness of our times? No one can tell ! In the Old Testament, Joshua says that the walls of Jericho, besieged by time, falls because of a cry. Nives Meroi, the great mountaineer, said, “I am the mountains that I have not climbed,” as if to say that the attempts may be worth more than the achievements.
And so why not look at the boundaries and see the horizons ?