Giulia Cenci, studio view, halfweg 2018
photo credit Katherina Heil

THE BLANK CONTEMPORARY ART
99 WORDS WITH GIULIA CENCI

There are pieces of this and pieces of that, but none of it fits together. And yet, very strangely, at the limit of all this chaos, everything begins to fuse again. A pulverized apple and a pulverized orange are finally the same thing, aren’t they? You can’t tell the difference between a good dress and a bad dress if they’re both turn to shreds, can you? At a certain point, things disintegrate into muck, or dust, or scraps, and what you have is something new, some particle or agglomeration of matter that cannot be identified. It is a clump, a mote, a fragment of the world that as no place: a cipher of it-ness.

Paul Auster, In the Country of Last Things.