It’s paint on canvas, it isn’t reality, just as reality isn’t reality, but the result of electrical impulses created by the cones and rods contained within our eyes, reprocessed by the neurones in our cerebral cortex. So, what’s the solution? The solution, as Marcel Duchamp once said, doesn't exist, because the problem simply doesn’t exist. We merely need to stoically pause our judgment and take pleasure in accepting the impossible nature of imprisoning an apparent reality within rigid categories. Lorenzo Vitturo learned and understood this lesson, and above all translated it into images, the non-verbal language that the rational human being fears the most, because it’s neither linear nor controllable like the alphabet.
In the face of this awareness that reality doesn’t exist, because everything is merely a representation, it no longer makes any sense to respect the rules of plausibility nor overturn them by disengaging from them, but to observe the reality that surrounds them, constructed from colors, nature, cultures, sounds and smells, and to reconstruct it with new shapes and pigments. And we should then take this idea of representation as far as we desire, with a vision that is surreal, playful, ironic, or whatever it is that the right side of our brain tell us, the side that doesn’t speak our language but that has so, so many things to say.