2010, 30 x 22 x 7 cm. beechwood, oiled and waxed.
I never agreed with critics (and Umberto himself – probably -) that with “unique forms of continuity in space” he shows something about optimism in future. I always see a person loosing his structure and his contours. Until a total spacial dissolution. And further. Something very melancholic.
Later it remained me at Robert deNiro as Harry Tuttle in Brazil – he is loosing his structure when a sudden storm coats him with newspapers – and he disappears.