My heavy eyes fall on you,
you might think I’m a maniac.
Your shitty eyes stare at me.
Do you want me dead or wanna be killed?
Being Luca Mata, aka Luca Matarazzo, a literary man he felt the need to express through narration his various artistic views. Born in 1982, with Italy winning the World Cup
we used to listen to games on the radio, the tv was showing japanese cartoons, the toys were american, Mediaset was dictating the tv standards, my favorite foods were Burghy’s hamburgers and Mulino Bianco’s Soldini, this is the background that influenced my entire work.
The paradox is the technique, as Sun Tsu said, and Luca Mata writes about his art of artistic war, in a pure and intimate way. He lives chasing a balance, has an Hagakure in himself who forced him past the mere photography, and pushed him to paste, impress, sew and print the chaotic world of his imagination, that blends in with reality as it if was a vivid dream. An artistic drift that develops in five colors, five concepts, five emotions that are clean but yet chaotic. A fight, a battle that smells of tobacco and debris of emotions, Luca Mata, like Miyamoto Musashi, writes his diary, takes notes, perfects them and binds together his “five rings”.
The colors he picked are the ones of his imagination, the ones he prefers.
His fight is a perfect storm that crashes on the pages of his books, driven by instinct, it’s passion and memories of a violent past and a present that explodes in its moment, completed by photos, it takes form with the glue and on the page of a memory, bound with stitches. Demons and goddesses, lovers and flings, poetry and violence. Luca Mata’s work in his books is a mix of photos, colors, markers, tales and esthetic bites. A mix of other medias capable of grouping together incompatible elements to tell the tale that the artist hid under the leaves of his internal jungle, made of people he met, the world he has seen. A school diary drenched of life, a collection of papers and notes not to be forgotten, a playlist of only five hits, a move that hasn’t been done yet, but that could’ve been something. Images and words, tales and fragments sharp like pieces of glass, the glass of a broken mirror that keeps reflecting the image of the artist even when it’s shattered.
In 2012 he started an erotic project called Eromata, a collection of 7000 erotic stills to this day, a sort of “collector’s book” for adults. This project is constantly evolving, often provides material for other experiments that led to the creation of these “homework”, tales inherited from the youth, that is reminiscent of school days, holidays, the first afternoon spent discovering naked bodies, his own perversion and personal pornography, unconsciously and tragically brave.
The collaboration with King Koala was born long time ago, on an evening with Valentina Nappi, while on a stage of a theater in Milan she was presenting her latest movie: IO SONO VALENTINA NAPPI. Together with the marsupial collective, he produced a limited edition print of his book, in a box of 300 copes that group them all together and will go to press as soon as possible after the current sanitary emergency.
Limited box set 5 books Various subjects Mixed art Limited press: 300 copies Books not to be sold separately The processing of the box is work in progress. Ready for launch in late August 2020. ____________________________________________________ [BOX / COVER in light gray cardboard 300gsm print 4 + 0 colors die-cut and glued each copy is marked and numbered [BOOKLET each closed size 148.5x210 mm (open 297x210 mm) 4 + 4 color printing pages: 28 170 gsm paper. matt coated creased and folded in the center (1 fold) binding: none each notebook is individually wrapped
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