Biography
Greta Bisandola, born in 1976, lives and works in Padua, Italy.
Her pictorial research repeats and renews its exercises around the face and the body. The work proceeds without a precise plan, also following the juxtapositions and truths of chance, taking care of the mistakes and bringing them to fruition. She tries to follow an intuitive process that sees the image as the sole protagonist and guardian of a certain mystery, the "unknown" to which I strongly tend. Uncertainty is the terrain on which she moves, and it is perhaps precisely it that allows me to access, at the end of the work, a kind of personal rediscovery. Because there is nothing to say. Because having something to say does not mean "saying something," but rather "being something." Thus, the finished work becomes a character.
The work of Greta Bisandola is exhausting. Her practice is time. Time is the duration of a long session of unconscious self-analysis through which the painter masterfully layers memory and turbulence, rigorously depositing memory on turbulence. Time is desire. Desire for infinity. Desire for desire. Marked by millions of moments, fragments, brushstrokes that dilate and fray. The works are vivid, brilliant but consumptive, they spit blood, they startle. It would not be hyperbolic to speak of despair, it would make no sense to politely set aside the drama. We perceive only a frame/snapshot of the boiling magma beneath the crust of color, but something uncertain rummages whispering inside us, in our guts, stirs perception and leaves us suspended in a breath that does not escape. The canvas and oil, due to their formal limit, fix a moment, but the moment of Greta Bisandola's paintings disturbs our being and reflects in ourselves our own Self.
