Artwork title : Le freak c'est chic

“Le freak c’est chic” (2024, acrylic on canvas, 120x200 cm; 47.2x78.7 in) rebels against the railroad of normality, the delusion of the shelter in front of the complexity of life. Imposed since childhood and continually reinforced by the dominant culture, this merciless mass conditioning flattens the richness of the complex, multi-dimensional individual characteristics into the dullness of anonymous dark silhouettes.

But few can still look at the world and see the reality behind the curtains, all the disconnections and false Gods. People who feel the movie rolling, maybe in solitude but who don’t succumb to that, and with all their weaknesses still have the heart to - disrespectfully - say no.

 

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“Le freak c’est chic” (2024, acrilico su tela, 120x200 cm; 47.2x78.7 in) si ribella contro le rotaie della normalità, contro’ lillusione del rifugio di fronte alla complessità della vita. Imposto fin dall'infanzia e continuamente rafforzato dalla cultura dominante, questo spietato condizionamento di massa appiattisce la ricchezza delle complesse e multidimensionali caratteristiche individuali nell'ottusità di anonime sagome scure.

Ma pochi riescono ancora a guardare il mondo e a vedere la realtà dietro la tenda, tutte le disconnessioni e i falsi Dei. Persone che sentono il film girare, magari in solitudine, ma che non ne soccombono, e con tutte le loro debolezze hanno ancora il cuore di dire - irrispettosamente - no.

 

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Le freak c’est chic - the poem

It’s cold in here.

 

No, it’s not. 

 

I’m cold.

 

Dress up then.

 

You don’t understand.

Cold is IN HERE, 

deep inside my chest.

 

Easy then

just buy something

better if expensive, or

eat something

better when sated.

Yes,

it’s a frozen ground but 

life can still be warm 

if you 

quickly, endlessly

keep moving,

if you

weightlessly, numbly,

more or less gracefully

slide on it,

no matter the direction

as the destination is one only and for everyone.

So,

if the paths differ in the details, 

they don’t in purpose.

Just be careful.

 

Of what?

 

Of not burdening yourself with the heavy questions, 

because the ice is thin 

and the waters paralyzing cold.

 

I tried,

it worked before.

But no more. 

 

Try harder. 

There is 

no 

other

choice.

 

No!

I can’t for

I opened my eyes and 

silence in the room, 

the movie was starting

/ or ending? /

In the background

the buzz of the film unrolling unheard before, 

because any incessant noise, 

eventually,

turns into silence.

And now, 

I can’t turn blind anymore nor deaf.

Once I felt all this,

the cold settled 

and its many spikes hurt.

 

I told you 

damn fool, 

not to wonder too deep!

 

And with the best of will, 

how could I not?

As deeply and obediently

I could follow that constant humming, 

that hypnotic liturgies 

/ early handed over to the scared, unaware hands
forcefully receiving,
for the prey must be captured 

when still in the cradle, 

labeled and incarcerated into the colorful, empty boxes 

of the ruthless rules of righteousness 

for moving along the social rails;

as it has been said since the beginning of times, 

that

there cannot be blissfulness in chaos, 

but

There is a place for everything, 

and

There is a time for everything

under the Grace of the Sky, 

and 

no matter who you truly, uniquely are

nor what your happiness could truly be /

I couldn’t anymore not see, 

for one cannot silence 

their suffocating soul forever.

 

I could no longer ignore that

reality is unknowable, 

as multiplied into countless spins of narration

for the powers they protect. 

That,

in this connected simulation, 

filtered for the appearance of perfection, 

the obsessive self-divinization is rotten 

in both nature and purpose,

endlessly slaughtering even the mere spark 

of true happiness.

Or can I now

pretend to not fear in disgust,

a future of voluntary, 

yet unaware, 

naked slavery, 

traded for dumb convenience, 

that will turn us into flesh vehicles 

of an artificial will?

And this all, 

while absolute evil in all its forms,