Pendulum | Field of the Sun. Trasimeno. Sculptures.

KLESSIDRA | EDITED BY FRANCESCO GALLO MAZZEO

In 1992, Pietro Cascella and his wife, who was also a creator at the sculpture park, brought me to visit what remains a prime example of transversal spirituality. Cordelia von den Steinen acted as the voice for all of us, as we listened to her in silence, while she gently touched the massive sculptures of Campo del Sole, arranged in a spiral around Pietro’s significant table, on the banks of the tranquil Lake Trasimeno, where the bottom is visible as it stretches out as far as the eye can see. It seems like a temple, a pantheon for everyone, in its imposing modernity that harks back to the enigmatic site of Stonehenge, which has stood for 3000 years in the mythical English countryside, marking solstices and equinoxes.

So this field, of 27 columns of hard Umbrian stone, stands as a testament to the art, to sculpture, watching over the destinies of the garden of Europe, which emerged battered from a dull nineteenth century and from the pairing of the bulldozer and cement of too many years of the twentieth.

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Its imprint, now that the first signs of age begin to settle on the shafts of the columns and the surface of the table, in shades of yellow, green, and grey, becomes stronger, more serious, no longer hearing the voices of its creators, nor feeling their hands, and thus takes on the appearance of a monument draped in history. Some of these creators, when called, respond; Pietro Cascella, Cordelia, Nagasawa, Trubbiani, Giò Pomodoro, Tilson, Carrino, and others… who create an echoing dialogue, attractive, fascinating, in their fusion of culture and nature, myth and history, with our present day, with the capacity to leave a mark. A capacity to create new tradition, by making materials speak, materials that have already animated the languages of other times, languages that are still partly familiar to us, and that for other reasons have drifted away, but have not become alien to us, in the ability to give measure, beauty, and the spirit of geometry. Repulsed by the force of truth, he said: “Six months ago, you spoke ill of me.” Andrius replied: “Indeed, I was not yet born!“ “Your father, by Hercules, spoke ill of me!” And so he tears apart the corrupted one with unjust death. This story is written for all those who oppress the innocent for fabricated reasons.

KLESSIDRA | EDITED BY FRANCESCO GALLO MAZZEO