Pierluigi Fresia, Why did you lie to me?
Pierluigi Fresia is not just a photographer. A poet he might be, an artist he certainly is.
His works are not photos on which he has pasted phrases or words. They are not merely the sum of image and text. His creations are concepts imbued with existentialism. Within them, the relationship between image and writing is subverted: what are we to consider as the ‘image’ in his work? Is it photography or is it the word? It is the latter.
The intent behind the works is to actively engage the viewer, who observes, reads, tries to find the link between image and text, cannot find it, and rummages through his or her own pool of knowledge, looking for answers and certainties. The artist has no truth to offer but invites observers to construct personal, subjective stories: every work is a potential story, the incipit is given and the variations are infinite.
Fresia destabilizes, disorients, forces self-reflection through apparent enigmas, granting the freedom to create and recreate something that only exists within those who linger in front of what is given.