Glossy smiles and lives lived behind a perfect filter. The bewitching charm of a society constantly exhibited under the blinding light of the spotlights. I will become famous, I will be the most loved diva, the world at my feet. Fallen angels, angels ready to compromise, deluded of glory put on display while waiting for dreams to come true. Promised paradises and sparkling carpets of stars to walk on, pink lady mouths and sensual movements. Day after day, suspended in an eternal, ephemeral limbo as long as illusory vibrations of happiness survive. Yet Sunset Boulevard is nothing more than the "viale del tramonto".

Los Angeles

The artwork wants to describe that what makes us human is not represented only by our attitudes and abilities, but also and above all by our weaknesses and imperfections. When we fight against our shadows the mind creates ideals of existence and life tending to the utopian beauty of perfection to try to dream, to believe in something better. Identity, self-concept, models of love, ways of being, we go through life in search of relationships to solve the most intimate deficiencies deposited in the soul. We transform others into superheroes, idealizing them, exaggerating their virtues and diminishing our qualities to see the value of “perfection” reflected in others. It is at a certain point that our psyche reaches a bitter and disappointing border, the frustration of seeing how things really are. You had drawn, thought, imagined your Hero perfect, right?

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Nicola Rummo