Brigitta Rossetti

“Flowering and Other Poems”

To be in the twirl of the worlds

of the universe like the floral dust

that a slow stranger raises in the

evening breeze.

F.Pessoa The book of restlessness

The indissoluble dialectic that is never static between the imperceptibility of the human moods and the gentle bubbling of nature has always been crucial in the practice of Brigitta Rossetti. The nature’s work is the result of a code consisting of an a priori which nevertheless revises the prior internal tangles manifesting new blooms and which often evolves into a mixture of events that mysteriously goes hand in hand with mere occurrence. Nature is an enigmatic topic. An object that is not quite an object, an object that is not entirely an object but what is in front of us, what sustains us. The work of Brigitta Rossetti can be considered as a praise of the trail. This graceful conception of nature is present in every stroke, line, shade, hint smudge, fold, curve of compositions. However such a point reached smoothly by the artist that impalpable intersection of visible and invisible in which everything is close to acquiring the form of being built is still attracted back towards its primordial state of pure power is represented with all its generating force. Organic traces, viscous trails of bucolic saps, they praise the succulence of reproductive richness that profoundly winks at Merleau-Pontian conception of nature which can be translated into terms of an ontology of the flesh. What happens in that stretched and silent crossroads lying in pastoral colors is the praise of the pre-categorical of the primordial in which everything results in its fleeting organicity and in which everything can become the other as well as the mulberry tree can turn into silk or the linen of the canvas in bloom. 

This visceral connection between all things and above all man understood as the plant of man with the ever-changing processes of nature is rendered through the technique of Brigitta Rossetti in the splendor of an idle and conscious manifestation that is intimately intertwined with Pessoa’s words written in the book of restlessness: to be with a sure knowledge neither cheerful, nor sad, grateful to the sun for its brilliance and to the stars for their distance. 

Do not be more, do not have more, do not want more.

Domenico de Chirico