Monographic volume dedicated to the artist Federica Zianni (Rome, 1993).
Zianni makes no secret of it, he declares it immediately: what he plans, fa, exposes is paradoxical, stands outside the doxa, common sense. His works are constitutively contradictory, as a sign of the aporias, bitter and piercing inconsistencies, painful and cunningly mimetic that everyone has experienced in their own life, even when this life is as young as that of this artist. Evil is, exists, knows how to engage, it knows how to encyst itself in the smallest, in the most normal and domestic of everyday life, unnoticed and unsuspected until it suffocates, does not tear. […]
Zianni symbolically imagines the material he immediately says, perceptually (that is aesthetically) ‘casa’. It must be soft, enveloping, malleable, ductile, without friction, also playful and docile to be scrambled, pulled until it is completely deformed, and then magically return to the initial form, to the initial size…