I am interested in working on the image. In Jung’s view, the image contains a lumen naturae, a brightness that has no need of anything else. It is the image that speaks, and it cannot be tamed with words.
Talking about Giacometti, Jean Genet wrote: “Giacometti works neither for his contemporaries, nor for future generations: he makes sculptures that ultimately enchant the dead.” I find Genet’s intuition quite moving and, while setting up the exhibition, I found that, without realising it, I was repeating it to myself.
I recently read the transcription of a conference given by Giorgio Caproni on poetry in 1982, and I noted down these words: “And this leads us to another paradox: that the further the poet ventures into his own Self, the more he fends off any facile accusations of solipsism, precisely because in that deepest of all places in his Self is the We. A self that shifts immediately from singularity to plurality. And it is precisely this that is, or at least should be, the social, civil function of poetry.”
Francesco Barocco, Torino, 20 April 201