Text by Flavia Mariani
If life is movement, speed is its expression. Our brain, neurons, synapses, signals, travels at untraceable, imperceptible velocities; our existence is an eternal race. Virginio’s sensitivity is an unstoppable tarantula in constant motion and exploration, spinning like the Earth on its axis and trapping fragments of time seized unexpectedly.
An innate frenzy that, in his early projects, narrated the growth of metropolises in their explosive acceleration, defining an urban cosmology in which the anthropology of the environment is translated into ever-renewing energy. The human component, an undefined interactive form, was never represented subjectively.
Alone marks a conceptual and stylistic turning point: the roar of urban movement, once the narrative voice, becomes the background. Trapped in an invisible web, particles, the individuals, emerge in lyrical tones, caught in their solitude and in the uniqueness of suspended monads. Time flows outside them, as they are engulfed in a substance of their own, exclusive, defining their isolation. Subjective moments become eternal, seized by the shamanic ability of the artist, who poetically immortalizes portraits of the soul at the instant in which it reunites with itself. “L’homme se fait,” Sartre.
Expressions and chromatic nuances, set within a metaphysical greyness, burst into a melancholic spleen of wandering souls. Space expands, time stops, and existential anguish overwhelms the figures to the point of dissolving some of the images.
An uninterrupted work of experimentation, decoding profound emotions into ever-changing visionary images, has created a new aesthetic avant-garde, universal and archetypal, subordinating technology to perception. With this project, Favale completes an artistic path that flows by immersing itself in the continuous stream of time, translating movement and stillness into an alternating succession.
A circular motion that advances and returns to its origins, experimenting and bringing to light the hidden side within each of us. Favale’s monads are a powerful contemporary metaphor for humanity’s struggle to redefine itself within its own time and space, condemned to an ongoing search for the self.
