Focus On_Irene Dorigotti
I became forest.
Real life of a transportable animal.
A search for memories, scraps, and natural and imaginary biographies transfigured through a kaleidoscopic lens.
Irene Dorigotti’s ‘specific objects’ are innumerable. All of them combine to fill that boy-scout rucksack that circles around stories, landscapes, people who have had something to do with Irene. Yes, a bag with a double and triple bottom that this exhibition has the merit of opening and showing us inside, inviting us to play with Irene’s objects: videos, memories, travels, confessions. In the fades between one ‘object’ and another, we can find our memories, the journeys we have made or desired, our innermost feelings. Because Irene is like that, she loves playing with image and sound like a child and invites us to do the same, perhaps looking at the ceiling to feel smaller. Or walking among the pitfalls and wonders of a forest, a magic mirror in which to reflect and lose ourselves.
Massimiliano De Serio
Irene Dorigotti proposes a cosmogony made up of clippings, scraps, waste presented in a device that enhances them, making them into a time and space machine that takes us to different times and places. The theme is not just one, there are many, like the impressions, the cues, the stimuli in the memory archive of each of us, real or constructed by the bombardment of images to which we are subjected daily. It is not important where, nor how or when, what strikes us is the artist’s complex intimate gaze, the representation of different worlds that are returned to us by her sensitivity and her singular approach to the images she encounters. Irene’s point of view is intimate, particular, unique, but at the same time the bearer of a feeling, a universal feeling, that urges us to lose ourselves in her installation. von Dorigotti’s words are images, just as her images, whether petrified or in motion, are tales of ‘other’ worlds that are both distant and close at the same time, part of us that we do not even know since when.
Alessandro Stillo