Born in 1999 in Padova (Italy), based in Venice (Italy).
A breach of the limit between the natural and the artificial; Filippo Minoglio challenges our perception of the living.
Through his use of softness as a formal register, the artist positions himself against hardness as a symbol of dominance and rationality. Here, things do not rise up, they melt, inscribed within a cyclical temporality where nothing is beginning or end. Matter wears out and rebuilds itself, undermining the idea of linear progress. It thus becomes a critical tool for examining production contexts and exhibition modes.
The artist's materials both attract and repel, disjointed, dismembered, transformed bodies. His caramelized fossils overflow and spill, like intestines seeping from our withered flesh. Yet, within this putrescence of invoked imagery, the forms have been handled with great gentleness. The artist seeks to push matter to its limits, to the point of tearing, a process that demands particular care in its manipulation. This exhaustion also takes shape through seriality, which allows for an in-depth exploration of a formal and conceptual register.
Through his work, the artist proposes a new perception that values ways of life seemingly different from our own. Filippo Minoglio captures, through photography, the moths merging upon his fingers, upon his walls. Spectral beings in search of light. Non-human bodies against human bodies.
Written by Andrea Malapert.
While bats are the starting point of Filippo Minoglio's research in Clermont-Ferrand, they are not quite the subject of his work. Though inspired by the formal qualities of the shelters built to house these nocturnal animals, he mainly draws on the imagery that surrounds them: that of darkness, spectral and undefined. The figure of an intruder in search of rest, a passing guest, inhabits the artist's pieces. Night and strangeness invite themselves into the domestic space, haunted by creatures in the making, slumped, asleep, ghostly. Forms collapse and straighten up, seek support, crawl and sneak around. The base and the support are overturned, decomposed, preparing to welcome bodies steeped in lassitude. A playful assemblage of raw materials punctuated by bright colours and a certain absurdity, Filippo Minoglio's process is amused and intuitive, a pursuit of a familiar uncanniness capable of rendering the matter of the night.
Written by Juliette Gaufreteau.
at Artistes en résidence, La Diode,
190 Bd Gustave Flaubert, Clermont-Ferrand.