DANIEL BOCCATO
ROT PEAR ROT
13.02.2016 - 20.04.2016
Daniel Boccato for his first
exhibition in Madrid with FORMATOCOMODO will present two groups of works:
birdstones
and parrotdrawings.
birdstones are flat concrete slabs
cast in different forms. each birdstone has two small holes. they stand
straight vertically and balance precariously. while grounded by their weight
and very present physicality, they seem to float.they become
silent-ancient-modernist-cartoon-zen monuments
surrounded by the warmth of
parrots that are listening and coldly echoing their monumental silence.
in contrast to these large gray
shapes, the parrotdrawings are very small and colorful and are wall hung.
drawings of women and parrots on paper mounted on linen canvases. highly
compact and full of explosive energy. like a little saint, the parrot collects
secrets confided in him and recites them in his flight. never silent and green.
ROT PEAR ROT
Yara Sonseca
“In the forest of symbols,
which aren’t any,
The little birds of
interpretation, which isn’t any, are never silent.”
Samuel Beckett
Birds and women are the
focus of the first exhibition on Daniel Boccato (born Campinas, Brazil, 1991)
to be held in Madrid.
While birds in general are associated with the spiritual,
in the case of parrots they have other connotations. Always present in
depictions of Eden prior to the existence of Sin, they also appear in oriental
harems, guaranteeing the odalisques’ fidelity. This interpretation gave rise to
the wings of coloured feathers to be seen in medieval and Early Renaissance
depictions of the Archangel Gabriel.
It is as if the messenger arrived
disguised as a parrot to pass on the divine message and at the same time to
announce to us that this is the new Eve, the model of virtue and the doorway leading
back into that Paradise which can no longer be enjoyed on earth.
From those
early associations onwards, birds and women have always been iconographically associated,
with the former appearing
as confessors, informers or costly pets in 17
th-century
Dutch portraits before reaching their apotheosis in 19
th-century
France. We encounter them when Delacroix painted an odalisque, Courbet a
dishevelled Venus of doubtful reputation and Manet a virgin-wife seemingly
rather bored with being shut up at home.
It is not clear whether
Boccato’s parrots were the singing sort, but they undoubtedly took various
secrets of the boudoir to the tomb. That avian cemetery full of birds’ eyes has
been growing since 2013 when it was presented as a project at the Cooper Union
in New York.
Since then there have been
losses, and the garden of birds’ funerary monuments has grown and evolved. Its
tombstones offer scant information on the deceased but they encourage us to wander
around them as if in a maze – like Miró’s at the Fondation Maeght – with the backdrop
of the family portraits hanging on the walls. As innocent in appearance as the
sculptures they accompany, these rapidly executed, childlike drawings echo
those well-kept secrets.
Nipples and navels like
parrots’ eyes, like holes in stones, look without seeing and expose us as
voyeurs. The gaze flies from one form to another, from one hole to the next,
repeating without knowing what it repeats, launching the sign into flight,
which, now liberated, sings out its truths.
Translated by Laura Suffield