Having seen the work of Mario Pischedda on pixiport.com I felt compelled to interview this man who makes pictures that communicate so deeply. It might have been easier to search for his name on the internet BEFORE I asked him if I could interview him! I guess I never realised where I would be going in the next 24 hours! Mario Pischedda is as intense as his images are serene moments of insight to last only in archives of the viewer’s mind.
Mario I love your work! How is your English?
Mario Pischedda wrote: about me
mariopischeddainmovement, Collegno amnesiac, unlikely author, shortcircuiter of words, overweight, feeling his age slipping by, has decided to adhere to himself in a world of people dispossessed of their identities, ph/oto/graphs in a disorderly way, sings in solitude and farms organically, art is of instantaneous nature in images and in words and in sounds and in videos, pursues an entropic project that is asystematic and disorderly, chaotic and stoic, revolutionary and conservative, has no archives nor memories that are increasingly fading away, each moment is the start of the perennial contradiction of a transient life and art’s constant and useless tautology and this desperate and despairing anxiety is what he tries to bear witness to on the rare occasions that are given him or present themselves ...because everything is highly inconsistent and transient etc. etc. etc. et-choo
Ah Mario ! I can see that your English is not a problem, Your "about me" could be the whole interview. We could stop now! But I would like to include your poem
Quote: Sì quello che vorrei non è quello che è Vorrei vorrei scrivere alla George Mackay Brown Raccontare anch’io di mari in burrasca E di visi solcati dalle rughe e dalla salsedine Ed invece questo non sarà mai La vita mia è più modesta Non posso evocare gli eroi che non ci sono L’epica appartiene al passato Io vivo incollato alla sedia Attaccato al computer A scrivere questa persistenza della monotonia Questo non mi darà lustro Né diventerò ricordo indelebile della comunità locale Ho solo questa mediocrità familiare come valore da sbandierare Il resto è solo immaginazione che diventa sempre più scarna Che impoverisce ogni giorno Io comunque non mi allontano dal mio scranno E continuo imperterrito il supplizio della scrittura uguale a sé Un paesaggio interiore scarnificato Deserto Privo di spume sibilanti hissing spume drifts of rain raffiche di pioggia…
Mario gives this rough translation:
one harp-songinscape in the poetry of Mackay Brown. inscape in the poetry of Mackay Brown Yea, what I would want it is not what it is. I would want - I would want to write like George Mackay Brown, To also tell of seas in squall and faces plowed from the wrinkles and the saltiness but this shall never be. My life is more modest I can't evoke the nonexistent heroes, epics belongs to the past. I live glued to the chair attached to the computer writing this persistence of monotony that shall give me no lustre nor shall I become eternal memory to the local community. I've only this familiar mediocrity to flaunt the rest is only imagination that becomes always poorer that impoverishes every day yet I won’t go away from my seat and I continue imperturbably the torture of writing the same things inscape eroded desert without hissing spume or drifts of rain...
© Mario Pischedda 2003
I first saw your photographs on pixiport.com. They spoke so strongly to me that I wanted to do an interview with you and find out more about you. . It was only when I looked for you on the internet to see what else you were doing that I saw your videos and then your poems - you are everywhere.
I love the way you are using ph/oto/graphs - video - poetry - and sound to grasp the meanings of life that you want to remember. To describe the images as "Transient Moments' is very apt because in each one there is only a fleeting moment. Here - and then gone, For ever.
Your photographs are of almost nothing - a corner, a line of a beach, lights from a car window, a bend in a road - yet they are completely gripping. Is "freezing a moment in time" a deliberate choice Mario? Do you think of TIME being an important issue in your life? Like you are running out of time - maybe you never stop seeing and feeling and hearing - and have to record this as you experience it so you wont lose it. You live your art.
i don' t know if i've understood everything you said, but i want to follow my instinct and give you a free answer. i'm very happy because you are so sensitive - i think the artist suffers when looking at reality. 4 me it's so, mine is a philosophical approach, i don't conceive conceptually pain, illness, enemity, i love simplicity, being anonymous & poor, frugal, few things, ordinary life & ordinary people & there (if it is possible) i will catch the essence. i'm going very slowly with vocabulary, you may mix & whip, i think that an image is universal language, condense many words, see a ph/oto with music, i ph/oto/graph with ear and not with eye, feeling before and seeing after, i think that you caught my feeling, my interior and this is very good 4 me - it's very difficult to find persons with my same sensibility. i have appreciated your interest 4 me, now i have written in a rough and instinctual way, but i hope in the future to answer more appropriately...
i send to you inside a room of the house of Böcklin.
ciao Mario Thank you for the ph/oto/graph of House of Bocklin. and the poem - I understand this to translate – in English: "In the same moment I have understood that that minute would never be returned, that it was swallowed in order always and that no life would have ever found it again in any time" I can also see now that your "ph/oto/graph word is very important to you. The "oto' is the ear and not the eye” The sounds in the House of Bocklin feel like memories to hold on to. Ghosts of the past.
I have been looking at your picture on Pixiport Of the sea.
You are brave to show us that picture. So many people would say Oh why is this all sea and that is all. There is more feeling in the sea than words can tell. A simple, minimalist picture is showing us more about the moment because nothing gets in the way. I can see your idea of the fleeting moment - "frozen in time" as an image. What about your music? When you are making music do you improvise? (Is it Improvvisi?) (Make the music as your heart feels to make it?)
i don't make music, i listen to all music: jazz, classic, pop,religious, spiritual, all, i think 2 understand and feel the ph/oto/graphs it's necessary go inside the soul of the artist and the music isolates from the world, it's essence, purity and beauty, the image it's to all appearances superficial but 4 me it's more deep, deep interiority, deep night, nocturnal walks, i think music and atmosphere and silence help to feel the soul of the artist, almost inside the church, who sees my ph/oto must choose your preferred music and after enter inside, 4 the oto you have interpreted very well, the slogan may be: ear not eye, or if u prefer :ear & eye...& soul, heart, the images must leave the author and must be the heritage of humanity the ph/oto it's always anguished because it's a continuous elaboration of mourning, in every ph/oto there is inside all my soul, all my tremors of the existence, i hope have been clear with u like water...still & at last purity & beauty...be frugal...be Maecenas
Thank you for 5 giugno 2005. it makes me smile that the boy who is diving in to the water is alone - the mother and sisters are busy and not taking any notice of him. They are serious and concerned with every day things. The boy is lost in his own world. He is happy and carefree. He can be crazy.
Mario you talked about mourning, anguish and desperate anxiety - do you not experience the feelings of joy and calm? Happiness? Your videos - there are so many. I have looked at so many of them and wish I could speak Italian to understand more. (I signed up to uTube to see your videos. i have so much to do on a sunday - but i have been with you all day!) The spampoetry - why do you say spam? i have taken your words to understand this:
Questi sono i giorni più fertili Per scrivere poesie inutili Poesie a perdere Che non arrivano a nessuno
And translate to English the best I can - literally:
These are the more fertile days In order to write useless poetry Poetries to lose That they do not arrive to nobody
Mario where do you live at the present time? do you have any plans for new work? ( though I think you do not work by plans - but by your instinctive feelings) Is there something you would like to say to finish?
u r making magnificent work, i no plan, not new work but new york, u good intuition, i'm wild & instinctive, spring-water, beautiful to talk with u, when i receive these input it's encouragement 4 continue my research in perfect loneliness & insanity, 4 my health i decided to be autistic man...and olive tree blown white in the wind
A true artist works in loneliness and insanity. It is the way to connect (join) with your soul. When you say "insanity" I understand the process to be like a therapy for your mind. (dont worry about working that out!) (I am smiling because I am looking at your singing dog! on uTube) Click here to see video. omigod I love your dog spampoetry you sent from uTube! Click here to see video.
ph/oto/graphy opposite to usefulu r painter, i wish u transform my zelfportrétt titled "metaphisical break" in a painting...i would like to have my glasses very yellow, in contact with God..
Stupendous in future we can make together an exhibition of new paintings from my photo, i put the ph/oto/s and words and u transform in eternal paintings, together in harmony...sarebbe bellissimo!
So – we are now collaborating on our new paintings? Mario is that kind of person. Told you I shouldn’t have started this! so here is Mario's response to his interview: Typical!
