Gaetano Sgambati

Lia Rumma | Naples

It was a kind of artificial forest. The gallery was transformed into an itinerary delineated by oily-gray columns, and there was also a stainless steel bar, flanked by stools that could be reached only with a certain effort. Gaetano Sgambati put the ball back in the viewer’s court, constructing an unusual and surprising set in which the everyday and the unreal, the banal and the disturbing, met and exasperated each other.

But let’s begin at the beginning. One hundred polyurethane columns made expressly for this exhibition, according to the artist’s design, were placed in the rectangular space of the gallery. The columns, a bit over two meters high, were arranged in five rows, about one pace apart. To reach the back of the gallery, one had to take about 20 or 21 steps. Making one’s way through this mass of columns, one could see, albeit with some difficulty, about two-thirds of the way back,

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