Woman by Barbara Lottero. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December 2009

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1 Woman 2009 by Barbara Lottero B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December

2 Seated Young Lady, E. Schiele 1 On the threshold, between the epilogue and the beginning of a year of life, in a pause that insists on the becoming, still wondering, on the sense of ourselves, asking on the connections around which one unfolds his life, for being at last solicited to the question being woman. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.2

3 2 Being a woman among the many worries that femininity carries inside, feeling the weight on the shoulders of the historic conflict between the feminine gender and that male, walking in stereotypical profiles and socially accepted and perceiving the growth, as if a creature in the womb, of a pressing need to break the narrow confines of a position that struggles for affirming itself. Zittende Vrou, op the Rug Gezien E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.3

4 3 Trying, for listening, the expansion of a large space filled with loneliness in a world that is able only to look up appearances, withdrawing from the race that requires to you the move towards what the world wants, for leading you to a debasement of its contents; a going away from the thoughtlessness that leads to the massacre of the interiority and incessantly trying to trace the possible pathways along which we can express. Woman Crouching 1918 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.4

5 Having to confirm the knowledge that t if you're a woman, as such, you always have something more to prove, you have to do a double work to achieve your goals, fighting g for every small achievement, risking you continually and being ready to remodel you for meeting new challenges. 4 The artist s wife E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.5

6 Living in a continuous state of fluidity, always ready to assimilate new content and to adapt to new contingencies, i of which the same contents are carriers, accepting to be punished if you make choices, which are considered unjust only because they aren t shareable. 5 Standing Girl E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.6

7 Society, family and organizations: female names for structures where it is possible to grind other females. 6 To take breath, to find new energy, searching for a suspension of any fatigue, hearing the echo of a phrase of the Shakespeare's Macbeth: It is long the night that t never finds the day" The night of the pain of loneliness. Die Haenische E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.7

8 Finally, close your eyes and stay you, in the certainty that knowing means remembering. 7 Standing Woman in Red E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.8

9 to re mem ber During my childhood, often I dreamt with open eyes, I fantasized surreal worlds, believing them truer than the real ones, my desires exceeded the threshold of acceptance of the far away, distracted world composed by adults. 8 Sitzendes nacdehen 1918 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.9

10 Standing woman in gren stirt 1914 E. Schiele 9 Because of my inconceivable disposition to the imagination, I was reproached, ridiculed and mortified, I persisted in extending the boundaries until to make them so dilated to fade into nothing, this was unacceptable, my temperament certainly needed to be corrected and disciplined, it brought inside educational canons with clear and certain characteristics. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.10

11 10 I tried, really, but I was and am stubborn, or maybe it was and is stronger than me, so I restarted to let me go to my dreams, it was like to enter in communication with otherworldly beings, continually they invited me to follow them and I surrendered to temptation, with no fear I advanced toward places without place and toward timeless time. Act against colured material 1911 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.11

12 I lost the boundaries that I had been delivered and with the return in the reality, made of times and places, the same script had always a repetition that culminated edin "you are incorrigible 11 Standing girl in blue drees e green stockings1913 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.12

13 Among all the members of my family, my maternal grandmother excelled in his attitude to rehab me; often with contempt, smiling sarcastically she whispered to me: what do you believe to do? You want the moon but you will never have the moon! Sooner or later you will become as the fools, looking at the moon reflected in the well, they are convinced that it is there handy" y 12 Standing male nude with red loicloth 1914 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.13

14 She blooded hit my soul and, for having shelter from her violence, immediately I came into contact with my world and in a leap I was safe. Away from his wickedness and from the oppressive reality, the space of salvation was a great garden colored by fragrant flowers. 13 The green stockings 1914 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.14

15 14 As I began to imagine that the moon was a huge ball, contemporarily I saw Louis Armstrong who swelled, his cheeks expanded like when he played the trumpet, t I saw him blow into a white rubber, making the ball moon, before let it go unbound din the sky, he turned toward me, looked at me and winked, while he tied a thin wire to the moon, the moon was rising slowly and Luis disappeared. Wally in the red bluse 1913 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.15

16 Now I knew there was the thread and that with my hands, anytime I wanted, I could grab it and thus pull down the moon on me. 15 Seated nude with violet stocking 1910 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.16

17 16 Today I have discovered that many people to do what my grandmother did, women who kill other women just because you don t fulfill what they would have liked to be, just because you are looking inside id and out new forms, just because, once you reach a form, you move quickly to find another that can tell more about you. Female nude seated on the red drapery E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.17

18 Men try in every manner to steal your dreams, experimenting with new ways to lower your aspiration to grow, so they say to love you and instead they don't do anything else other than reduce the risk of losing you, driven by fear of not being able to have you. 17 Schiele ein akthodell vor spiegel zeichnend E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.18

19 Nude with green stockings 1918 E. Schiele 18 I keep on dreaming because I have understood, remembering the thread that binds the moon, that the thread is not anything else other that a desire to grow, the desire to go beyond own borders cannot remain imprisoned. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.19

20 Reclining woman with black stockings 1917 E. Schiele 19 Remembering I realized that even when we believe that there is more space for expression, at that precise moment, the expression has already concretized, it is standing there waiting to be grasped. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.20

21 20 Kanernde E. Schiele In memory I have found the truth about the space, is nothing if not a concept and the concepts, as we know, are the architecture of the mind, we create, they are fictitious and as such they can be exceeded. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.21

22 Crouching nude 1917 E. Schiele 21 Again, remembering, I have understood that the space is also a concept and therefore a crystallization always on the point of expanding, for breathing the immensity. Everything is always about to be exceeded. d B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.22

23 22 The visions of ourselves are similar to the images of a film in a movie, it is enough to rotate the refraction mirror and we can project anywhere. Female nude on the stomach 1917 E. Schiele B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.23

24 Reclining woman with bolnd hair 1912 E. Schiele 23 So therefore the moon, that we believed one, has already multiplied into many, now it opens the doors of human relations. Silence is a dream that passes and is about to happen, grab the wire in the dark of night, let's pull down it firmly, with courage, we ready for the magic... welcome to the new garden of a thousand moons. B. Lottero, Woman 2009 December p.24