ROSETTA TERMENINI

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Suggestions and memories.

I let myself be drawn
to romance of a found book.

A pretext, of course,
a probable beginning for
a new way of using needle and thread.

 

Conventional colors, perhaps, but a known language, pink (female), blue (male).

 

Each book is a 'new work',

operates in its existence,
I do not deny it, I do not

hide it, but I use it for

a reflection on what

it contains.

 

I let myself be inspired:

mathematics, geometry,

philosophy, politics, sociology.

 

Yes, of course, the act of sewing that becomes§a ritual, underlies a vision of the world.

 

Any linguistic choice carries its own meanings with it; but this daily action, pause and movement, which keeps
the memories, embodies
the identity of woman's nature, of her permanence, of her roots, of her being there, of her embrace.

 

A gesture repeated

over time with attention

and concentration,

it is ritualized.

A myth, of course.

 

«The myth tells a sacred story; relates an event

that took place in primordial time, the fabulous time of the origins [...]

 

It is therefore always

the story of a "creation":

it tells how something

was produced, how it started to be ».

Mirea Elide in "Aspects
du Mythe".

 

Embroidery is a narration invested with sacredness, of the history of the woman, of her place in history, of
her role in her house.

 

Then it is easy to guess,
like the embroidery that
I decorate, be it inside or
on the back is an implementation of this idea

which ends in the drawing of invented aquatic figures, that float eerie and mute between the printed words

giving them a new archetypal and sometimes ironic reading.

 

I emphasize, of course,
what is already present
in the book, letters, footers, graphics, titles, points, different languages,
the editorial gaps,

the same underlining of those who have read them, their notes, which contribute to an involuntary participation to
the meaning of the work.

 

These small works of art
in progress, sometimes
they are presented with shyness, in sacral cases,

are preserved, sometimes they interact with space, spilling their marks on

the walls, or creating narratives mysterious
and intellectual.

 

So, this simple daily gesture, often trivialized
by the cliché, symbol of
a job reserved only

for women, of physical and psychological constraint,

therefore of a social discrimination,

overturns visions, thoughts,

forcing you to look
with your eyes and
with thought.

 

The man and the woman finally regain possession of
one's roots, of custom, of the sense of belonging, of
one's own silence, of suspensions, of solids
and voids, of humility,

"humilis", that is "earth",

both feeling like ancestors

and descendants of
a common ancestor, subverting the rhythms of communication to which modern society has accustomed us.

 

A truce.

 

It is an intimate
and visionary work,
a solitary job,
but common to all.

The private space is at
the center of my attention.

I also try to enter the space of others, because it is
a space common to all;

 

I use letters sent by different characters, exposing all kinds of feelings, from love, to suffering, to genuineness, integrity.

 

They are works born of experience, but that
they leave behind

the consistency of being

to become aware of
the delicacy.

 

Mental operations, inconsistent

that permeate the space with their eloquence.