Giovanni Rizzoli

Galleria Otto Arte Contemporanea

THREE LARGE DISKS (two white, one black), each padded and covered with silk, protruded from the walls of one room. In the next, a small marble tablet advised that behind the wall (which had been sealed off with painted white bricks) a man was diving. The third and final space held three large tablets, again in marble, one bearing a cell-phone number, the others the message (in Italian and English) that the telephone company transmits to advise callers that a recipient's service has been turned off. In his most recent show, the thirty-seven-year-old Venetian Giovanni Rizzoli presented himself in apparently self-contradictory fashion. He sneers noisily at interpersonal communications, transfering to the eternity of marble something as ephemeral and personal as a telephone call to an out-of-service number. He uses words alone to make a recondite reference, inducing the viewer to think about

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