Frutta | Marco Giordano – My Mouth in your Mind
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My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

Mouth, 2019, Shell, Powder Coated Stands, Air pump, Plastic, Water, Soap, 170 × 60 × 60 cm

Mouth, 2019, Shell, Powder Coated Stands, Air pump, Plastic, Water, Soap 155 × 60 × 60 cm

Mouth, 2019, Shell, Powder Coated Stands, Air pump, Plastic, Water, Soap, 163 × 60 × 60 cm

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My Mouth in your Mind, 2019, Installation View, Frutta

My mouth in your mind, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Eat our sound eat our smell, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Listen with your mouth, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Stolen from the open butt of the ocean, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Singing songs with no words for people with no ears, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Fucked by the sea to become the sea, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

Forced to be natural, 2019, Enamel Paint on Plexiglass, 40 × 71.5 x 2.5 cm

  • 20 September – 8 November 2019

    Marco Giordano’s second show at Frutta, titled My Mouth in your Mind, presents a new body of sculptural works and a series of wall pieces that reflects upon the relation between language and sexuality, tackling both human and non-human realms.

    Panels of acoustic foam panels cover the gallery’s walls, turning the space into a recording studio. Five shells (Mouth, 2019) are underpinned by black metal stands, looming up at the centre of the space. Jets of foam leak fitfully out from their apertures, generated from air pumps that blow inside containers filled by water and soap.

    Assuming the oxymoronic identity of living inorganic bodies, the shells assemble a chorus that sing songs concerning sexuality, perception, being non-humans in a word regulated by human agency. However, their language is incomprehensible since it is expressed through foam and soap bubbles that burst, fall to the ground and reform themselves. Shells’ sexuality, given by the incessant drip of fluids from their orifices, is one of the main hints of My Mouth in your Mind.

    Black plexiglas wall pieces are encrusted on the soft material of the acoustic panels. On their glossy surface short writings as: “Fucked by the sea to become the sea”; “eat our sound / eat our smell”; “listen with your mouth” are painted with enamel. Phrases are those pronounced by the shells, inaccessible for human ears but here translated by Giordano in six songs – part of an album – that will be played by a performer during the opening night. The plexiglas panels recalls for their size and style those TV screens that can be easily seen in any karaoke, as though the public is invited to sing together.

    During the opening night of the 20th September, Eleonora Gusmano plays the songs sung by the shells in a performance.

    Accompanying the show is the critical essay Eroticism is a crime, three movements for Marco Giordano, by Vincenzo Di Rosa.