True lies
A collection of oxymorons
Unbearable Lightness, neckpiece, glass, kyanites, silver, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Sweet pain, neckpiece, glass, rutile, shibuichi, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Loud silent, neckpiece, glass, egirines, silver, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Controlled freedom, neckpiece / object, glass, egirines, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Crowded loneliness, neckpiece, glass, egirines, shibuichi, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Visible absence, neckpiece, glass, white gold, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Negative growth, neckpiece, glass, gutile, silk, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Meaningless sense, neckpiece, glass, white cubic zirconia, silver, 2015
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Junk diamonds, rings, glass, white cubic zirconia, diamonds, 2015
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Dark sparkles, neckpiece, glass, ematite, iron, shibuichi, silver, 2018
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Crowded loneliness, neckpiece, glass, kyanites, silver, 2016
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
Hardly disappearing, collana scultura, vetro soffiato, vetro ottico, kunzite, argento, 2019
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Artificial nature, neckpiece, glass, egirines, silver, 2016
pic by: Federico Cavicchioli
The time we forgot, neckpiece, glass, egirines, silver, rubber, 2016
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The time we forgot, neckpiece, glass, kyanite, silver, rubber, 2016
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Clear recklessness, neckpiece, glass, rutile, silver, leather, 2015
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True Lies. A collection of Oxymorons.
“We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.”
Have you ever questioned what you see? Do you think it’s true? Do you really know reality?
According to Plato “Reality is just a defective projection of our limited way of perceiving.”
We are just the limit of ourselves.
We can be present and absent at the same time, we can look strong and being extremely fragile.
Opposites can’t be divided.
Glass and stones are becoming one, growing from each other with no boundaries, creating a collection of oxymorons in which everything exists because of its contrary.
Glass shows all its contradictions. When transparent it disappears; when black it becomes liquid. It’s delicate despite a chemical composition that belongs to the minerals world. It’s multiform, viscous and solid, light and heavy at the same time.
There are endless interpretations of the same thing, both true and false.
Reality can be extremely fragile, if you want to define it as absolute. Once you think you got it, it breaks, showing up the unexpected.
True Lies are impossible structures that point out the fragility of the reality we know, showing just one of the possible variations of it.