2010, April – A multi-media performance by Viola Di Massimo. One of the principle features of the contemporaneous art is its boundless for the used means and their interaction.
The artist is the performer too but always more often is first of all he who designs and after gives specifications to the artisans and practitioners that will realize the work. Exactly as an architect or a director. Viola Di Massimo belongs to the category of factotum, deviser and doer of her work.

This time the artist proposes a video in full tune with her own language made by chromatic fascination and symbols that draws inspiration by news items: 2009, April 6 the city of L’Aquila was destroyed and the limitrophe towns were swept away by a terrible earthquake. 308 casualties and 70.000 evacuees.

The catastrophe caused by the natural event were worsened by negligence, superficiality and by the venality of “respectable” men.
... The artist, on the first anniversary of the event, taking inspiration from a note Sergio Endrigo’s song that accompanied the infancy of many children in the fancy coloured rhyme world, tells us of a house. The house, essential precious physical and psychological good, falls upon us taking away our life or that of our nearest and dearest. And in an instant all is destroyed by the collapse that crushes and annihilates the possible future, as the possible future of the boys in the “casa dello Studente” in via XX Settembre. And so sounds and colours are blurred by dust and the silence falls down in the gloomy disaster. The choice of performing the event story by a nursery rhyme in a scene made by giant flowers and sweets, with the same artist that becomes mother and reads to her daughter the tragedy as it were a fable, produces a contrast between contents and form so to underline the drama stronger.
Viola Di Massimo doesn’t show us the death but the deleted life, musically doesn’t use adagios that arouse sadness, on the contrary the artist puts in scene an inverse operation so wrong-footing our emotional status filling our eyes of polychrome cheerfulness as is the same life or, better, as the world to the child eyes should have to be.

As in every good fable, it’s narrated the clash between good and evil; but in this small story deciding who to make victorious depends only on us.

Dedicated to all victims and to all tormentors.

G.L. Castiglione