“They are a mirror, an echo: the epitaph”. These were the words Borges used in order to speak about the infinite, the innumerable, about time, eternity, and the cyclic nature of time. But also to underline the cohabitation and coexistence of all things, of their fluid and uninterrupted connection that continues through the presence (or disappearance) of the author himself. And yet all of the recent art by Andrea Bianconi (Arzignano, 1974; he lives and works in Vicenza and New York) seems concentrated on the idea of perpetuating what exists, of the persistence of existence, even when this are nothing more than remnants, ingenious or malicious remains. The artist seems to push his actions to their extreme consequences by tying together or linking a whole range of objects in a kind of romantic and surreal flood, until they lose their usual sense and recognisability. What counts above all is his utopian idea of collecting together the whole world, as though it were a house full of lovable ghosts, a collection of circumstantial knowledge exposed to the fragility and change that characterize knowledge itself. Nothing can really be ordered and classified: the tools that Bianconi uses in order to assemble his bizarre archive (strings, knots, cages, glues), more than uniting and enclosing, reawaken the “demons of analogy” to spark off an infinite game of allusions, links, and visual possibilities. His installations of black-painted wooden and metal cages are nothing other than “sculptures” that draw space. It is all an entrance and exit of marks, a tangle of lines, as in Piranesi‘s endless “prisons”: architectural labyrinths of stairs, planes, and arches that climb towards the void. The artist himself speaks of “continuous superimpositions, of constructions and deconstructions”; he has said, “I use cages because my head is exploding with ideas and I can’t contain them all”.
And yet Bianconi seems to contain them in his latest series of works, “Love Story”, where he covers chairs, bicycles and, above all, vases of flowers, with cement, Vinavil, and various enamels. And as we know, to apply colour to something means to make it intimate, to invade its fullness, and to share its essence. In fact, what appears to be near is also marked as being placed at a distance: we recognize it but we can never fully understand it because it is placed beyond the world of phenomena. As Luigi Meneghelli has written in the catalogue, “it is part of metaphysics: it hosts emptiness, is the custodian of silence, and accepts the void”. In other words, once again Bianconi's vision does not dwell on the opacity of things and objects, but multiplies their possibilities for surprising, and illuminates reality through unforeseen views and strange combinations. They echo with the resonance of Borges.