«The first suggestion of the impact, when we are in front of some work of the artist Alessandro Gallo, is that one of a strong and at the same time dramatic psycho-sexual sense, diabolical, which compares itself, almost provocatively, with the infinite human need of touch, warmth, love. Undoubtedly, not everyone can be able to know how to externalize what has just been said, and especially, to know how to do it; this involves a deep emotional enchantment, therefore Alessandro Gallo’s style repels us and attracts us, he is a complete heterogeneous artist capable of multiple things, of painting, creating, sculpting and drawing the visions in his mind that no one dares think, his photographs enter the mind and the body. Alex Gallo is a provoker, an inventor of images, in one word, a “coup de théâtre”.»
Prof. Carla Marino
Academy of Fine Arts of Turin – Honoured Member of the Academy of the Dioscuri and Art Professor at the Academy of Letters, Sciences and Arts “Greci-Marino” of Verbano. Founder of the movement “Animism”.
“In the beginning there was Gallo”, this would be the incipit of a hypothetical sacred text inspired by Eros and Thanatos, the duals.
“In the beginning there was neither Silence nor sound; nothing, except for the incessant Eternal Breath that does not know itself.”
Gallo starts exactly from here, he makes these desert spaces echo, he makes the female element resurrect from the ardour of the fire, he reads the excess, he brings down all the troops. With the hands in the Earth, the desire of his Darkness is to be resolved in the Light.
Alex Gallo shows us through his eyes of an alchemical child, through the lens of his camera, sometimes phallic, innocently raw, the secrets of Creation, the sense of the matter, the form of the substance.
He creates all the things he catches, showing exactly himself, his own nature; in this the uniqueness of his images, where the bodies transcend the space, they tell their molecular composition, their intrinsic finitude but that’s why they take off in flight, a Pindaric flight, in the illusion of some sense, towards the ecstatic expansion. »
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