We spoke with Andrea Di Cesare about the concept of a ParaArtist, recounting each action he made on an ordinary day, the most rebellious act he ever committed, how art is like digestion and the point where individuality and mythology blur.
Since I have memory, I am an independent. I’ve never been part of a system and I’ve never had an education about what I do.
What was the very first thing you thought of this morning when you woke up? Did that thought follow you throughout the day? And, can you describe every action you’ve made from the original thought to this moment?
Andrea Di Cesare
h I drank a coffee with Ale.
h I took René to school.
h I thought about my next event but I pretended not to.
h I went back to the laundry room (my studio) and I started drawing.
h I finished some graphic work.
h I thought about my next event I pretended not to.
h I went to take René back to school.
h I had lunch with Ale and René.
h I went back to the studio to work on a new sculpture.
h I thought about my next event that I pretended not to.
h All afternoon, I dodged my primal morning thought.
h I sat down, I switched on my computer, I’m answering this question.
Can you describe what a ParaArtist is to me?
Since I have memory, I am an independent. I’ve never been part of a system and I’ve never had an education about what I do. I have always guessed my process without rules and without inflicted discipline. There’s only a little research of what was already there, but a lot of experimentation to become what I wanted to be.
What is the extent of your knowledge of psychology — namely, schizophrenia? I feel as though your work is extremely consistent with the experience of dementia and its real-world representation. Would you agree or disagree?
Psychology has always fascinated me, even if I do not have a direct analysis path behind me. In my opinion, today’s individuals are experiencing different pathologies at the same time.
As the reaction of the intake of a mixture of medicines is almost uncontrolled and varies from life to life, the same effect seems to pan out with the different disorders that the subject holds and lives through.
I find that the id is in conflict and is trapped in multiple relationships that cause her/him a formative and evolutionary congestion. The surface becomes a nourished superficiality peel, while the id can not deepen and create her/his own subjectivity. There would be much more to discuss but I stop as to not bore myself.
I am a cynic who doesn’t sing stories but swallows them without chewing. My work is what comes out from this digestion.
I’ve wondered if your work follows a singular, evolutive modern mythology. Do you see your various pieces as connected and part of the same world, as it were, telling a story all the while? If so, what is the story?
I believe that behind my process there is a single common denominator, the individual who becomes mythological. Being useless and immortal, or useful and deadly, exacerbates malaise or just destructive fascination, maybe for belief or even more for boredom.
However, my work is a summary of a reading of the events that have happened or I’ve read elsewhere or in first-person real life. I am a cynic who doesn’t sing stories but swallows them without chewing. My work is what comes out from this digestion.
How would you describe North of the Internet using descriptive language?
The following is a list of ten concepts. Generally, we play a game of association with our conversation subjects where they describe what comes to mind with each word, but in your case, I’d like to play it differently. So, what are the most important questions you ask yourself about…
Which is the truth?
Is it really an invention of borders?
Container or content?
And yet it moves.
Did it really unmask God?
Practice or theory?
I have a diabetic cat. Will he be able to manage his blood sugar alone one day?
Is it a Coca-Cola invention?
What could be the name of a cultural movement today, if it existed?
Finaly, what is the most rebellious act you’ve ever committed?
Between 1987 and ’88, I attended elementary school. There were some intents between me and the teacher. One day I showed her a drawing I had made. She did not believe it was mine and threw me the notebook on the desk when I withdrew it for her. That same year, I also remember that she gave me a slap with a ring on and made my head bleed.
Here’s a photo taken in the same year. You can see me shyly raising the middle finger in the official class photo. Something was coming to life. I certainly have done worse or better rebellious actions, but the principle of everything has always its charm.
Curated by: Julien Fernandez
Conducted by: Email
Published: January 15, 2018
Total questions: 7
Word count: 859
Reading time: Three minutes
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About the curator
Julien Fernandez was born in Mayenne, France in 1976. He currently lives and works in Pescara, Italy with his wife, two kids and a dog, Lenny. He is captivated by structural relations between objects, animal behavior, contagion and magic, and is currently working on a mechanism that would classify mental images in the physical world. He also designs and envisions the day-to-day architecture of North of the Internet.
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