Art is necessarily body art, in the digital age everything collapses and vanishes and the picture becomes the ring of memory in which Fosco Sileoni punches his own pain until it turns into knowledge and transfigures the existence, tears it apart, leaves traces, breathes the dust of the road and returns it through a skinny, explosive, polymatic, poor and dazzling painting.
Sign, color, gesture, word, are the epicenter of a perceptive earthquake in the era of hypermedias.
Fiorani wants to reconcile the irreconcilable: the instinct, always original, bestial and indomitable, with the form, necessarily defined. From this attempt to dominate Chaos the process develops towards the completion his work.
