There are those who leave and those who stay. But where is one headed when departing? Where does the mind of those who remain wander when no one else is watching? These and other questions struck me when I first saw Tripodi’s work, so rich in references across the centuries, so layered on the light paper – almost transparent – despite a seemingly simple yet precise and evocative ink line. His drawings open up in the corridors of the mind like small windows into moments of negligible happiness, snapshots, inhabited in turn by infinite worlds. Every single detail, a blanket, a gesture, a tapestry on the wall, an entanglement of legs, becomes a slightly ajar door to a parallel universe, a reference that will be revisited later, in another panel, in another story.
In the series dedicated to Claire, one gets the feeling of watching an extremely long sequence shot, a slice of life, which returns an intimate, mostly domestic narrative – because it is legitimate and desirable to define one’s own people as “home” – yet each panel harbors endless insights envisioned by the artist that will then be picked up elsewhere and change the endings. There is always an action taking place, even waiting becomes action, even rest is so, and all around there are many other suspended moments: dozens and dozens of frames stolen from “another here and now”. But the narration flows smoothly, with a harmonious and intangible lyricism, as light as a dance. As if Tripodi had done nothing but tell stories all his life, up to now.
A disarming peace inhabits each of these precious image narratives, a peace that recalls the elongated figures in Arturo Martini’s minecraft. Even when attempting to represent traffic distractedly, in Tripodi’s hands, it melts into a liquid state and becomes a moat just outside the high city walls, fortified like a modern “Medina”. The reference to the East, then, becomes even more concrete thanks to the transposition of some designs onto jacquard fabric tapestries: the result is a perfect interweaving of colors, which immediately captivate the eye without stealing the scene from the rest. Within them, all the small damask details, once again quietly insert themselves into the folds of the narrative, unequivocally clarifying the artist’s intellectual depth. In the same room, indeed, the small canvases with “earthy” painting claim space whispering, where references to Matisse’s Nudes and Cezanne’s The Large Bathers interact with the “romantic futurism”, as the artist himself has defined his fascination with speed and movement.
Tripodi also looks to the hieratic suspension of Carrà’s portraits and to the complacent glances in Donghi’s paintings. A nap on the beach, populated by lazy and immobile figures who turn their “gaze to the camera” on some sunny afternoon in an isolated August, even recalls Manet’s Le déjeuner sur l’herbe. Tripodi is the harbinger of the burning flame of classicism, his is not an undue appropriation, it is rather a precise intention to delicately lead, through the ages, this millennial tradition, reactualizing it on Japanese paper with the light ink line; a line never uncertain but always extremely precise in intent, even «to give back the image of the great neon signs in the fog», as Ettore Tripodi stated. The exhibition closes in grand style with the finissage at OPR Gallery on Friday evening, May 3. Just a few more moments, then, to tiptoe the red carpet on this small chamber of wonders.
Giulia Russo
Info:
ISTANTANEE. Ettore Tripodi
29/02 – 03/05/2024
OPR Gallery
Viale Corsica 99, 20133 Milano
https://oprgallery.it/
Giulia Russo is an author and digital editorial assistant for Juliet, with whom she has collaborated since 2017. More recently she has been a contributing editor on cultural themes for various magazines, with critical insights, dedicated to emerging artists and the new frontiers of contemporaneity. Graduated in Art History at La Sapienza University of Rome, she specialized in Visual Cultures and curatorial practices at the Brera Academy of Fine Arts. Based in Milan, with some fleeting forays into Tiber, she loves listening to stories that she occasionally rewrites
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