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La vita è sogno<br />
ROBERT W.O. STONE
A cura di<br />
Curated by<br />
Luigi De Ambrogi<br />
Progetto grafico<br />
Graphic project<br />
Angelo Marinelli<br />
Comunicazione<br />
Communication<br />
ArtistProof s.r.l. Roma<br />
Photo Credits<br />
Giuliano Plorutti<br />
Antonio Maniscalco<br />
Con il supporto di<br />
Supported by<br />
In collaborazione con<br />
In collaboration with<br />
Si ringrazia<br />
Thanks to
LA VITA È SOGNO<br />
di Luigi De Ambrogi<br />
Quando vidi i primi dipinti di <strong>Robert</strong> W. O. <strong>Stone</strong> nel 2005 a Londra, rimasi<br />
affascinato dalla ricca narrazione sul nulla, la policroma esibizione del poco, il<br />
tutto messo in scena come se tutto fosse un’opera di teatro. Still life. In tutto<br />
quel vuoto, pieno di colori tenui acidi insieme come sono il cerone di chi mostra<br />
ma trucca per celare e nascondere: così il mimetismo diventa dichiarazione,<br />
veggenza, scoperta del vero. Così allora hanno visto i miei occhi <strong>Robert</strong> W.<br />
O. <strong>Stone</strong>, occhi che cercavano ovviamente ciò che io sapevo vedere, ma che<br />
chiaramente era molto di più. Oggi pur avendo la stessa tavolozza l’artista corre<br />
altre narrazioni. Sfugge alla storia (della pittura ) con la pittura, con un’ardente<br />
canto d’amore alla pittura (alla sua storia). Si inserisce di prepotenza tra chi ama<br />
(i pittori) e dichiara con questo amore la sua eguaglianza, il diritto (anche se<br />
diverso) di circondarsi di loro, entra nei loro racconti che conosce e li dichiara<br />
amati, cibo della sua mente. Li venera e li reclama, li dichiara suoi. Si emancipa<br />
affermando il suo lavoro come diretta discendenza. Gli sussurra: ricordatevi<br />
geni irraggiungibili e maliziosi, che io vi conosco, so chi siete. Vi leggo, vi<br />
ritraggo tutti, sono il vostro pittore di corte. E mentre si avvia lucidamente nel<br />
realizzare tutto questo, si perde per contagio del sogno che lo avvelena. Felice.
When I saw <strong>Robert</strong> W.O. <strong>Stone</strong>’s first works in London in 2005, I was fascinated by<br />
the rich narration of the invisible and by the polychromatic exhibition of smallness.<br />
All set up as if it was a theatre show. Still life.In all this emptiness, filled with colours<br />
both faint and acid like the maquillage of he who shows and at the same time hides<br />
and conceals: this way mimicry becomes a declaration, clairvoyance and discovery of<br />
truth.This way my eyes perceived <strong>Robert</strong> W.O. <strong>Stone</strong>, eyes which were clearly seeking<br />
what I was able to see, but that somehow went beyond.Today, even with a different<br />
palette at disposal, the artist performs different narrations. He escapes the history of<br />
painting by painting himself, by means of an ardent love canto dedicated to painting<br />
(and its history).He vehemently integrates with those who love (painters) and by means<br />
of this love declares his equality, his right (even if different) to be surrounded by<br />
them; he enters their stories, stories he knows, and declares they are beloved, food for<br />
his mind.He venerates and requires them. He declares them his own.He emancipates<br />
by affirming his work as direct ancestry.He whispers: “Remember, unachievable and<br />
malicious geniuses, that I know you, and I know who you are. I can read you, I<br />
will portray you all; I am your court painter.”And while he lucidly approaches all<br />
of this, he is lost by the contamination of that dream that will poison him with joy.
“Nonostante la distanza tra il mio cervello e i miei occhi sia minuscola,<br />
la distanza tra i miei occhi e la tela sembra essere infinita”<br />
“Even though the distance from my brain to my eyes is miniscule, the<br />
distance from my eyes to the canvas seems infinite.”<br />
R. W. O. <strong>Stone</strong>
8<br />
Sketch for the lachrymose owl of destiny, 2017<br />
Gouache paint<br />
30 x 21 cm
11<br />
Sketch for sicilian inquisition, 2017<br />
Gouache paint<br />
30 x 21 cm
12<br />
Sketch for self portrait at sea, 2017<br />
Gouache paint<br />
30 x 21 cm
15<br />
Sketch for the tarocchi players<br />
at casa Borromeo, 2017<br />
Gouache paint<br />
30 x 21 cm
16<br />
Wild Escapist Thing, 2011<br />
Gouache on paper<br />
163 x 130 cm each
21<br />
Like elephant wings in underwater caves, 2008<br />
Gouache & collage on paper<br />
185 x 100 cm each
25<br />
Trysting Fields, 2011<br />
Gouache on paper<br />
170 x 107 cm
29<br />
Pilgrims in the Snow, 2012<br />
Gouache on paper<br />
188 x 107 cm each
32<br />
Saul’s dead, 2012<br />
Gouache on paper<br />
188 x 107 cm each
36<br />
The lonely wanderer, 2012<br />
Gouache paint<br />
150 x 106 cm
39<br />
Funeral cortege, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
17 x 24 cm
40<br />
Electric rain, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
24 x 17 cm
41<br />
Assignation with straw hat to boot, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
24 x 17 cm
42<br />
Sketch for dowagers in mink, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
24 x 17 cm
44<br />
I lived on a farm, I never lived on a farm…where did all my friends go?<br />
I don’t need nobody on my farm, 2012<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
130 x 100 cm
45<br />
In the back of hearse, 2014<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
30 x 24 cm
46<br />
Moonlit assignation, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
150 x 100 cm
47<br />
Into the fire!, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
150 x 100 cm
48<br />
Murgatroyd, Trevelyan, veranda at<br />
twilight, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
17 x 24 cm
50<br />
All souls day serenade, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
150 x 100 cm
51<br />
Revelations connected to eating BIO – Organic produce, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
150 x 100 cm
53<br />
Harry!, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
18 x 24 cm
54<br />
Sketch for film still, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
17 x 24 cm
56<br />
The organ unministered to,, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
155 x 135 cm
59<br />
Kate, 2005<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
180 x 220,5 cm
60<br />
Wide sargasso sketch, 2012<br />
Oil paint on oil painting paper<br />
17 x 24 cm
62<br />
Vicarious Interlopers, 2013<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
24 x18 cm
65<br />
100 albums, 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
24 x 18 cm
66<br />
Untitled, 2005<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
199 x 165 cm
67<br />
Awake to the clues, 2006<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
183 x 152 cm
69<br />
Self portrait at 28, 2005<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
202 x 152 cm
70<br />
Carnival Tiers, 2014<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
30 x 24 cm
73<br />
Darth Vader lonely at 4 a.m., 2015<br />
Oil on canvas<br />
24,5 x 30,5 cm
74<br />
Port au Prince, 2016<br />
Oil and spraypaint on canvas<br />
140 x 160 cm
ROBERT STONE<br />
Born in London, 1981<br />
Education<br />
2003 – 05<br />
Slade School of Fine Art, London<br />
MA Fine Art<br />
2000 – 03<br />
Kingston University, London<br />
BA Fine Art
Exhibitions<br />
2017<br />
Hated Nightfall, Francesco Pantaleone Arte Contemporanea, Sicily<br />
2015<br />
Works, Galleria Pack, Milan<br />
2014<br />
Market Ready<br />
Schaufenster, Berlin<br />
2013<br />
Kings in exile, NuN, Berlin<br />
Publication of Intrinsic Decline; Selected Maudlin Hieroglyphics, Poems and etchings by<br />
R.W.O. <strong>Stone</strong>, Possible Books, Berlin<br />
2011<br />
Losing Now, Projektraum 1, Kunstquartier Bethanien, Berlin<br />
2009<br />
Polka Fever, Pumphouse Gallery, London<br />
2006<br />
The Bitter Orient, Galleria Pack, Milan<br />
Learning from the museum, Van Abbemuseum, Eindhoven<br />
2005<br />
I may be some time, James Nicholson Gallery, New York<br />
Bloomberg New Contemporaries, Barbican, London<br />
Spike Island, Bristol<br />
Cornerhouse, Manchester
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