About the Artist
Cristina Barbieri was born in Reggio Emilia on the 18 August 1979 and in the early years of her life expressed interest in all that is understood as an art form through discovery, experimentation and creation. She graduated at the Institute Of Art G. Clerics in Reggio Emilia as a “Master of the Art of Jewelry and Metals” and then enrolled in an advanced course in sculpture. Over the years, she never abandoned painting. ‘Art is the expression’ is the key to understanding this multifaceted artist, curious and with varied shades.
“Cristina Barbieri is a revelation. Her artworks interpret futuristic and essential mechanisms. Every sign creates a rhythm, all forms comes alive, by a space, a marquetry color that enhances the demiurgic power of a functional line. Instinctive artist, young, eclectic, dynamic. It is a pleasure to enjoy her presence in every cultural event”
Lucia Bonacini – Art Critic
“Life does not end. It does not know any names of, life. This tree, tremulous breath of new leaves. I’m this tree. Tree, cloud, tomorrow book or wind: the book I read, the wind I drink. Everything is out, tramp “
The basis of Pirandello’s philosophy is a vitalistic conception of reality: the whole reality is life, perpetual movement of life, conceived as an eternal becoming, an incessant transformation from one state to another.
According to Pirandello, everything that comes off from this flow and acts as a distinct and individual, thickens itself, hardens itself, and begins to die. This is what happens to men: they detach from the Universe assuming a form in which the single individual is forced, a mask (“person”) to self present himself. However, it does not exist the single form that the ego gives to itself; in society there are also all the forms that each ego gives to everyone else. And in this multiplication the self-ego loses its individuality, from the “one”, it becomes “one hundred thousand”, then “no one”.
The main character of this novel is the “stranger in life,” the one who became conscious that people are “slaves” of others and themselves. During his attempt to destroy the hundred thousand strangers who live inside the others and the hundred thousand opinions that others think about him, he is pointed as a madman by the people, because he refuses to accept the world is different to the way he imagine it. He observes people living in this trap, but he is not completely free too: the fact that people think is mad is the proof that it is not possible to destroy the hundred thousand images people recognize in him, images extraneous to him. It is only possible to make the images go crazy. Pirandello shows how madness is the mean of protest against fake forms of life social par excellence, the weapon which fires conventions and rituals, reducing them to the absurd and revealing the unconscious. One, No One and One Hundred Thousand – L. Pirandello