1 – 28 february 2021 / The personal exhibition
ICARO
Franco Toselli Gallery
Via Tortona 31 Milan Italy
Timeless Almanac
Origins make an engraving on one’s life story. Kazumasa Mizokami’s cradle is the kaolin quarries in Arita, Japan, from which the famous Imari porcelain comes. With ceramics, Kazumasa has grown and continues to live, and after all, the most luxuriant flowers can only bloom from their roots. His sculptures of blossoms are studded: the open flower is at the peak of its journey, it is a saturated fullness that announces itself but foretells, in the shadow of its petals, death. Let us not forget that the link between flowers and life is the same as the link between flowers and the end of life (and besides, as happened in various ancient civilisations and as still happens in many latitudes, what are the deceased paid homage to?). One does not shy away from shadow, just as one does not shy away from light. Even in a detail like this, which is more than a detail, lies the breadth of breath of this artist’s work, a work that orders the cycles of life and the creatures that are protagonists of these cycles according to colour, that scatters tender patterns of dew.
Even the large figure of the upside-down man symbolises his own posture as well as its opposite. Central to the exhibition Icarus, hosted by Galleria Toselli, the upside-down man tells of the upheaval that mankind has gone through in recent times, but also tells of the resurrection, as it were, secular but religiously pursued. “It was really as if man was turned upside down at that time,” says Kazumasa referring to the harshest months of 2020, the ones that forced the whole world to revise its certainties following the spread of a pandemic, “even after the fall, however, there is always a flowering, a rebirth.
The yellow that illuminates the man also tints the inflorescences that spread out on the floor around his figure like stars grown in the earth. The upturned position is not just a fall: it forces a new, uncomfortable vision. From the walls, Icarus is surrounded by portions of time that adopt the words of Chronos, the devouring time, but in their magnificence stage passages of Kairòs, the opportune moment, of which the many horizons of the Green Ray are perhaps emblematic; and then the evening blue, reminiscent of the Klein Blue, veined with red of the Eighth Night; and again the spirit of summer captures us in the blaze of bright hues of the Third Noon.
Kazumasa’s works are always gestures of openness, connecting us to states of grace, touching intimately playful chords. The human figures are never models exhibiting their bodies for the sole purpose of displaying them, indeed if they could they would conceal their aesthetic merits; rather, they are subjects in action, or in contemplation, or in meditation. They present themselves in relation to objects, animals or other human figures. Sometimes the elements of nature with Kazumasa acquire anthropomorphic traits: fruits and vegetables incorporate faces, terracotta figs become female heads, aubergines sleep and dream. The innocence of nature, which is nonetheless merciless (since nature is devoid of feelings, and this is the real reason for its innocence), thus perhaps more the imperturbability of nature than its innocence, is always involved by Kazumasa. It is also so in the choice of his prevailing technique, clay modelling, which, as the artist himself states, allows the works to be generated in a very direct way, without any intermediation whatsoever: ‘when I work, I see my hands and the clay dancing. Usually, in order to be modelled, clay is composed of 20 per cent water and 80 per cent clay: it is a balance that needs to be maintained and that interests me a lot. A little more water or a little more clay changes everything, it is a living material. With clay I feel like I’m really in touch with nature’. And that is precisely what his works are, a living thing born from a fertile land in all seasons, used even by the Christian god to mould mankind; and it is precisely in the labyrinth of Crete, as chance would have it, that Icarus lived in the myth.
Lucia Grassiccia