PORTFOLIO - Viola Mondello

Emptiness – 2012    photo project    Art residency project at The Center to forgetting, Allentown, PA, U.S.A. 

Allentown is like a ghost tow.
The uninhabited buildings are connected. Constant structures being demolished  to give way to new home also intended to remain empty. On this reflection I developed a site-specific photographic project during the residency in The Center for forgetting.   http://cargocollective.com/TheCenterForForgetting/The-Center-For-Forgetting 
        
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Across – 2012                              Art residency project at The Center to forgetting, Allentown, PA, U.S.A.

Sculpture, Stop motion video project   ( see the project Attraverso )                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              



https://www.dropbox.com/s/28shxyuw0x3ho1s/ACROSS.avi

Boxes of Memory – 2012                   Art residency project at Pequinot Palace, New Hampton, MO, U.S.A.

Performance / photo/ video 

I find that the memory, understood as the identity of a people, has always been kept in the scents, flavors,                                       food in the archives of each family. Every one of us has a dish that becomes "home" every time you tasted it.                              From this reflection did the project Boxes of memory, a performance by the United States, within the traditions                                 and customs of a people. Starting from Missouri going to the state of New York, I traveled by bus surfing from                                     a couch to another through the social network couchsurfing.org. Each family or single person who hosted me,                               shared with me his own home, a meal and a part of their lives, even if only for a day. In every house where I was,                              I decided to share part of my memory by cooking a dish that my mother always made R03;R03;for Christmas,                                 the ravioli. I asked, from time to time to share with me one personal item. A fragment of that object would be over                                                                             the dough for ravioli, then we all ate together. Every one of us is taken care of in a simple and natural, and has                                   always created a family atmosphere and a real sharing, and do not forget that the big celebrations are always                          spend at the table. www.pequignot-palace.com . 

In Assenza – 2012                              Art residency project at Pequinot Palace, New Hampton, MO, U.S.A.      

Drawings 

 I live 24 hours 24 iron with a little man named Fragile, since 2005. It 'been impossible for me to bring Fragile United States, so, I had to go on without him, but developing a project that speaks of his absence, his lack. For this you can find in all my work in the U.S., something that speaks of memory and empty ... it all started from here, New Hampton, Missouri. A series of signs marked in black and white geo path I'll go making in the United States. These maps are made by hand in a unique mark, copying the path from google maps.

This line is Fragile.  

From Chicago to New Hampton      

From New Hampton to Allentown

From Allentown to Springfield

 From Springfield to New York

Attraverso – 2012  Italy                                                                      Performance/Video Installation       

               

Attraverso” is an endless video performance, moving incessantly from one place to another with Fragile, my partner. My collaboration with Fragile started in 2005 and since then we work together. What is important to explain about the performance “Attraverso” is that it is something endless, because I travel, I bring with me Fragile everywhere I go, conditioning in this way my life´s naturalness. I persistently go through places because I think ambient is the only thing that is able to change despite it seems always the same: in this eternity that go on modifying itself silently it is possible to carve the time through the passage of our actions. Dragging, transporting, accompanying Fragile, I want to talk about a body into a body through a body, investigating about tha nature eternity, that change itself evolving, endlessly.The individual can not understand itself in its essential true, it believes to think about Existence, but it forget to ask itself about its true, about its end.

http://vimeo.com/51861828

When I was young – 2012  Italy                                                            Perfomance / Video installation

My memories in the ancient ritual of the bread, to digest and metabolize the past, giving it new form.

http://vimeo.com/52214388

ABITARSI – 2012 Italy  -                                                                            Perfomance/Video Installation

Home, the way we imagine it, has a clear inner worthiness, it's a sign through the unconscious build its own dream's structure. It's a place where man lives and relates himself to surfaces, to objects, that are all around him, that he dragged to represent his own non-verbal expression.

Our lived daily places constitutes a link between inner and outer personal worlds, so they serve a vital function, like our skin, giving us back an uniform image of ourselves, defending us by external intrusions, permitting us to be in contact with others.

Through this action, I try to rebuild my inner world: it's a balanced duel, matter against matter, up to fuse myself with it. 

http://vimeo.com/27286057

Is love.

http://soundcloud.com/violamondello/mfj

Piano piano, sfiorare i tasti che suonano, piano piano. Aspettare che qualcosa cambi e fare sempre la stessa cosa e scoprire la semplicità, fraintesa per dilettantismo.
Se non posso dare sono una cosa inutile. Tutti coloro che non danno lo sono. Però che spettacolo quando viene fuori qualcosa dal nulla, che non ti aspetti e ti sorprende. Che meraviglia l'impeto di una nota semplice ben suonata. Senza boria, che rovina la poesia.
A nastro risuona forsennatamente un'unica traccia in loop da ore, l'ho composta io per te. Un'improvvisazione al piano di cinque minuti, solo perchè ho esaurito le cose da dire, e forse ciò che l'aria racchiude in se adesso, è un pugno di note innamorate in cerca del proprio involucro. Tu.
Non posso fare altro che questo, affinchè tu possa sentirmi, perchè forse non ci rivedremo mai.

Tendi l'orecchio adesso, puoi sentirmi?

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Slowly, touch the frets playing quietly. Wait for something to change and to do the same thing and discover the simplicity, mistaken for amateurism.
If I can give is a useless thing. All those who do not give are. Show, however, that when something out of nothing, you do not expect and surprises you. Wonder that the momentum of a simple note well played. Without arrogance, which ruins the poem.
A tape sounds wildly single track loop for hours, I made ​​it for you. An improvisation on the piano for five minutes, just because I run out of things to say, and perhaps what the air contains in itself now, it's a handful of love notes in search of the wrapper. You.
I can not do more than this, so that you can hear me, because maybe we meet again ever.

Bend your ear now, can you hear me?

Svanisce scioglie ------- Vanishes, melts

Angeli bagnati di lacrime bussano alla mia porta in cerca di aiuto. Toc Toc.
Apro il cassonetto e tutto svanisce, ingoiato dalle sue stesse miserie.
Rifiuti.
L'anima di ciò che resta dopo quel che è stato.
Percolato. Liquido. Acido. Tossico.
Respiriamo il residuo dei nostri scarti, divenendo sempre più miseri e consunti.
Fantasmi compaiono tra le sgargianti cromie di plastica. Barbie mutilata e Cicciobello decapitato. Pezzi di ossa nere di fango. Peli di gatto. Gatti.
Quel liquido che ti bagna i piedi è la tua stessa essenza, digerita e restituita alla terra, sostanza chimica. E tu scappi dall'orrore del pattume. Mangi sano, fumi bene.
Cammini su quella stessa terra illuso d'esser salvo in quel misero pezzetto denuclearizzato in cui vivi.
Ma la materia vive, cammina e si espande. Come Blob, la creatura viaggia alla velocità della luce, e ti mangia, ti mangia senza che tu te ne possa accorgere.
Consumo tutto come tutto si consuma.
Le ossa si sciolgono in un mare d'acido prodotto dalle mie stesse macerie.
Brandelli di cose.
Mi godo lo spettacolo del tutto che...
... finisce...
...sciogliendosi ancora...
...svanisce...

...puff!

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Angels wet with tears knocking on my door looking for help. Toc Toc.
I open the garbage can and everything disappears, swallowed by his own misery.
Waste.
The soul of what is left after what was.
Leachate. Liquid. Acid. Toxic.
Breathe the residue of our waste, becoming more miserable and worn.
Ghosts appear among the bright colors of plastic. Barbie Cicciobello mutilated and beheaded. Pieces of bone black with mud. Cat hair. Cats.
The liquid that you wet your feet is your own essence, digested and returned to the earth, chemical. And you escape the horror of garbage. Eat healthy, smoke well.
Walk on the same land illusion of being free of nuclear weapons except in that miserable piece in which you live.
But the matter comes to life, walking up and expands. As Blob, the creature travels at the speed of light, and you eat, you eat without you I can notice it.
Consumption As all is consumed.
The bones are dissolved in a sea of ​​acid produced by my own rubble.
Shreds of things.
I enjoy the show at all that ...
... ends ...
melting ... more ...
vanishes ... ...

... poof!