Famished, wary, crowned with reverential fear, smeared with more than 10 textures all at once; a relentless back-and-forth of shattered fibres, splinters, amorphous latticework, elements that in their archetypal tendency to clash and annihilate one another re-emerge from the hands of sculptor Antonio Massarutto as tangible fragments of a dreamlike, out-of-control natural dimension. An almost alchemical craftsmanship with no equal on the contemporary sculptural scene; a work of tormented precision, capable of infusing biomechanical vibrations into this heap of plastic tendons, vegetal scrolls and bone-like volumes, which, like a curse, take possession of an emptiness and repopulate it in the most unexpected of evolutions. These are sculptures of remarkable size, chiselled and ineffable in the finest details, capable of inspiring depth through their material polychromy: Massarutto gives us an apocalyptic and enchanted forest. Massarutto respects nature and duplicates it, triples it, steals its creative intent and weighs it down with all human delirium with beings that seem to have stepped out of some unheard-of Gothic tale, conceived under barbiturates. Barn owls, wild boars, crows and other fairy-tale creatures watch us, placing themselves forcefully before the trembling gaze; because while replicating natural forms has been widely explored as an artistic field, with Massarutto we sail into a naturist futurism, where there will remain nothing but scraps and whispers of an extinct universe that, thanks to a back-up carried out with unmatched technical enthusiasm, will end up making us feel less guilty and overwhelmingly more like creators. In homine, Deus.

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