[testo in italiano]
FOREST
An aesthetic of vegetation.
The spitit of the forest abandons the territory of mith.
Between dream and reality, a barefoot Nature seduces Marica Moro’s gaze and, with this “subcutaneous” act, reveals a labyrinth articulated in a series of concentric circles, interrupted at certain points so that a strange passage is formed.
Created by the milanese artist out of earth at the gallery entrance, this sort of labiryrinth proceeds like a sensory collision toward the two-dimensional trees (in paper coloured by India ink or else gouache, covered with acetate film), trough to the maze of leaves in coloured resin, in a persistent search into the tree-dimensionality of the observed world. Imagine being in a forest. Imagine being blindfolded and then only being able to listen to the story of a place that has just been altered by the hand of Nature.
What do you see? The cognisant creator that forges a creature or the creature itself that generates its own copies?
The forest motif hints at one of the possibile answers. The symbol of the forest triggers reminiscences of female genitalia that clearly speak about the art of seeing Nature as the art of deciphering hieroglyphics.
Alchemy, symbols and legends reveal a spiritually fecund brood organizing Marica Moro’s vegetable world: a world in wich the only natural element is the hand’s track. A photocopy shines trough the resinous surfaces of the sheets, wich are suspended and installed againts the wall. If the relationship between mimesis/reality re-enters a logic of associations and psychic connections, the veining of the leaves are dense brushstrokes of colour, solidified and textured against a light that comes from within, where only intuition remains. The leaves offer a texture in four different colours, blossoming like the components of a new kind of chemical orchard: a Garden of the Hesperides. Perhaps a forest.
It concerns a pathway trough an artistic action that strikes our sense of ascending verticality. Cyclical reciprocity.
Grazia De Palma