‘Clumsy and Milky: encoding the last quarter of a pose‘ by Michele Gabriele at White Noise Gallery, Rome

I tried to show you the best parts of me, the most edgy, composed, winking and generous of futile details, and I turned my silhouette into its own artifact orthogonal essence. Three plans, three quarters, simultaneously. Fractionated segments, carefully selected to make sure you will look at me.

I hoped I could show you only the good, the best, like through a pleasant profile picture, in which I am the image of your admiration, the contemplation of a perfectly-accomplished connotation inside the space of a narrow geometry. I’m like you imagined. The protruding cheekbones, the winking curves drawn by the compass and concluding in the squared jaw, the edgy nose when viewed from above, the languid and transparent glance, the newborn’s nothing-patinated colored eyes. The torso slightly turned, a tuft of hair turned between the fingers.

You said you loved me, and now you are disappointed, your heart is broken. It 's true, they are not as you thought, they are not at all orthogonal, nor appropriately squared. I'm so clumsy, and you're so beautiful. I wanted to please you, for a moment, a very short time, before everything ended, before disappointing you and then I quickly hid all the rest, so ungainly, milky and inhomogeneous, the last plane of that axonometry that is the pose of a form staggering. But I never lied to you, never. I just wanted to see you speak again of me so proud, openly, and feel connected to me, to the clumsy sensuality that I could not hide between my back and shoulder. Accept me ... I'm what you wanted ...

(SomethingMustBreak)