The video portrays shows an ordinary and self-referential situation, linked to a daily minimalism bordering on banality, in which the place (the sink of the kitchen) and the (tiny) moment play the blurred dimension of existence.
The poetics of the video is centered around a subdued situation that know how to offer the suspension of an existence captured in minute moments and intimate of everyday life: a staging of small stories of each other linked to defining frames of marginal existence, episodes first built as small change theaters of life, then photographed, filmed and often also returned to painting to tell through the passing of moments stop here and there, an existential landscape with close and dense horizons of a loneliness underlined by the marginality of places and situations. “Strawberries and blood” takes us to a kitchen where you can see hands who wash strawberries, cut them, make them disappear from the plate by doing intuit that they are eaten: they tell the story of a pain that is self-feeds; the water flows, the kitchen wall clock strikes the time interrupted by the sharp blows of the knife, around, the silence of the solitude. This time the strawberries, which in their husking unfold one story of nothing, exasperated by the repetitiveness of the gesture, by the partiality of the frame, from the obsession with the red color, only allowed to the object of the torture, which in an irresistible way, in the double image flowing on the same screen, alludes to a heart slowly, meticulously, stubbornly torn apart.
(Francesca Agostinelli)
