Liturgia per Carillon -personale di Emanuele Sartori

With **Liturgia per carillon**, Emanuele Sartori takes the viewer into a world that seems to oscillate between the lightness of play and the weight of melancholy. It is an emotional landscape made up of dolls, puppets, and toys marked by time, where childhood resurfaces not as reassuring nostalgia but as a sharp fragment, capable of wounding and moving simultaneously.

Sartori's work is distinguished by its radical slowness. His pieces emerge from a process reminiscent of craftsmanship: photographs, objects, and figures from the past are carefully selected, fixed onto canvas, and then entirely repainted by hand. No shortcuts involving digital means are taken. Each pictorial intervention thus becomes a deliberate, almost ritualistic act that resists the logic of rapid production and technological oblivion.

This artistic “liturgy” takes the shape of a secular rite, celebrated before an open chest. Inside it, childhood memories coexist with the first exercises of imagination: a small theater of wonder, but also of wounds and secrets. Pastel colors, which at first glance evoke lightness, actually conceal fragility and tension: behind the pink and blue lies the bitterness of almonds, the dangerous delicacy of porcelain.

As **Giada Allegro** notes, Sartori is “a childhood surgeon who does not offer anesthesia”, capable of bringing us back to moments we thought were buried. A journey that does not indulge in the sweetness of memory but stages a past that continues to throb beneath the surface of the present.

Born in Vicenza in 1970 and a graduate of the Academy of Fine Arts in Venice, Sartori has developed a practice that critic Pasqualini describes as “a simulation of reality”: a reversal of perception that forces us to reconsider our relationship with time and memory. In his works, the images seem to take us back, shifting the hands of life toward a collective childhood that is not always reassuring.

Behind the apparent chromatic lightness, Liturgia per carillon reveals itself as a fragile and unsettling experience. An invitation to traverse the territories of childhood without defenses, allowing memory to burn and time to slow down. In this suspended space, between wonder and unease, Sartori constructs a poetic liturgy that presents childhood not as a refuge but as the restless origin of our present.