Book VII | Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book VI | Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book V | Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book IV | Fibreglass, lead, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, lead, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book III | Fibreglass, bolts, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, bolts, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book II | Fibreglass, string, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, string, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Book I | Fibreglass, string, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Fibreglass, string, wax · 40 x 30 cm · 1982

Smell | Fiberglass, lead, wax · Height 90 cm · 1983

Fiberglass, lead, wax · Height 90 cm · 1983

Hearing | Fibreglass, wax · 120 x 90 x 40 cm · 1983

Fibreglass, wax · 120 x 90 x 40 cm · 1983

Taste | Fiberglass Pigments · 70 x 50 x 35 cm · 1983

Fiberglass Pigments · 70 x 50 x 35 cm · 1983

Maquillage | Fiberglass, wax · Height 90 cm · 1983

Fiberglass, wax · Height 90 cm · 1983

Self-portrait · Fiberglass, wax · Life-size · 1982

Fiberglass, wax · Life-size · 1982

As a child I built small theaters and small cars with waste materials found on the street: sticks, oxidized barbed wire, cardboard. It was nice this game and I lost myself to it, but no sin would take the magic away from it. I spent the whole day putting together these humble materials. A piece of string tied the cardboard wings of a small plane to its fuselage and the plane flew away. In the studio where I work now there are the same materials, and I lose myself even now, as then, but with the limits of an adult vision. I no longer have the freedom that children have, but in trying to recreate it, I always begin with the materials. No hurry, I approach a material trying to listen to it. Some materials are talkers, others speak little. A bit like cats, each with its own character. I try to harmonize with this character, taking care to respect its physiological qualities. I do not like to affirm the value of one thing by denying that of another. You say what you say, to say that, it suffices. Similarly I like to convey a material to convey only that material. The cardboard is cardboard: arid, dusty,a hoarse voice; water dismembers it and fire consumes it. It is also amazing for this vulnerability. Steel is nervous, austere and reliable. Iron is tireless and submissive. Plastic is often misunderstood. It is not nice that the plastic is transformed in faux-leather, faux-wood, faux-plastic. But despite that it is a synthetic material it has all the pride of the natural ones. The wood emits sounds that resemble those of freshly baked bread. Water is also a material. Like the trees, the air, the horizon. The road and our memory are materials. Graziano Spinosi