A special production.
Part I: Joan of Arc. A silent film, Joan of Arc by an unknown director, older than the famous film by Dreyer, is projected on the shirt of the author. The metaphor, experienced by the author, who gradually moves towards the shirt, while others who are already there start unbuttoning it (as though they wished to physically take part in the most ferocious parts of the drama) is obvious. Europe’s trouble is seen as a traditional scene where there are deeply felt conflicts and passions and where the hope for the victory of an idea is achieved by the sacrifice of its original beliefs. The historical reflection in Fabio Mauri’s work has always been a careful reflection on reality like history. In this case the process is reversed, but identical: history is reality and it gives it a meaning.
Part II: Vegetables. As a comedy after a dramatic film, the shirt worn by the immobile author is seen again. There are voices of young people, whispers and people in the distance. They are all speaking and saying things he said, they are speaking about him as through they were in front of somebody or something, like a shirt for instance, in ecstasy state. One begins to understand with a touch of irony that the fact to be an European man has made the author ill outside Europe. One understands he does not believe in youth, in equilibrium, in happiness. He considers this is all appearance. He does not even believe in the appearance of the world. He is said to benefit from this experience with a Messianic spirit. It is his own experience. His mouth spouts out vegetables which have striking shapes and colours. Thoughts are like vegetables whose form is in compliance with gravity, eternal gravity. Thoughts depend on this, like all other things in the world and are biblically damned. They take on different shapes for this same fundamental reason. This dependence is subjected to the malignant equation of erroneous calculation and judgement, which by a changed image, the author’s arm writes on the blackboard. The spectators are asked to say what is best for the author at this point: a clinic or a museum. The reply, as he would say, there is neither better or worse at present than Europe. - Fabio Mauri