IT’S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

It’s gonna be alright, installation view at ECC Project Space, Chieri IT
When the Sun Revolved Round Us (again), 2022, bronze (unique), 183x 110x 5cm, 30kg
It’s gonna be alright, installation view at ECC Project Space, Chieri IT
She Changes Everything She Touches, 2022, bronze (unique), 175x 110x 6 cm, 30kg
Rimbaud, 2022, bronze (unique), 39x 57x 3cm, 8kg

 

NOBODY MOVE (BOOK)

This book is released in occasion of the exhibition:
Simone Zaccagnini
Nobody Move
September 3 - October 2, 2021
Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR

Title: Nobody Move
Language: EN
Book Pages: 40 + 16 Insert
Soft Cover/ Removable 
Dimensions: Book 170 X 230 mm, Insert 110 X 170 mm, Removable Cover 675 X 230 mm
Texts: Fonderia Battaglia, Christina Gigliotti, Simone Zaccagnini
Photos: Grégory Copitet, Simone Zaccagnini
Edition of 200
Year: 2021

Nobody Move

Brighter Days, 2021, bronze cast, 87x 75x 15 cm
Nobody Move, installation view at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Nobody Move, installation view at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT
A Purple Fog, 2021, bronze cast, 87x 80x 15 cm
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT
Nobody Move, 2021, bronze cast, 85x 85x 17 cm
Nobody Move, installation view at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT
6 in the Morning (Let ’em Bounce), 2021, bronze cast, 153x 110x 15 cm 
Of Dog and Men, 2021, bronze cast, 100x 73x 23 cm
Nobody Move, installation view at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT
Lonely Dancer, 2021, bronze cast, 84x 80x 8 cm
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT
The Way You Move, 2021, bronze cast, 75x 70x 15 cm 
Open Studio, Fonderia Battaglia, Milan IT

LOAFING AROUND (Book)

Simone Zaccagnini
Loafing Around

Language: EN
Book Pages: 112
Dimension: 188 X 247 mm
Edition of 200
Year: 2021

Loafing Around

Brother from Another Mother, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 61 x 47 x 4 cm
Barefoot, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 69 x 61 x 7 cm
Easy Lover, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 60 x 49 x 3 cm
Loafing Around, 2020, bronze cast (unique) 85 x 76 x 12 cm
In the Heat of the Night, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 51 x 43 x 8 cm
The Sheltering Sky, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 52 x 45 x 10 cm
(Hallo) Berliner Laziness, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 64 x 49 x 7 cm
Walking Down the Street, 2020 bronze (unique) 66 x 51 x 9 cm
Way You Walk, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 72 x 70 x 4 cm
At the Hotel, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 75 x 74 x 7 cm
Breezy, 2020 bronze cast (unique) 65 x 49 x 4 cm

Bliss Was it in That Dawn to be Alive

simone zaccagnini
Framex, 2015, bike sweatshirt, padding, fimo, patches 125 x 110 x 8 cm
Gucci Time, 2019 FuBu shirt, polymer clay, patches, denim, pvc, padding 103 x 87 x 9 cm
Animals of the Night (1994), 2019 FuBu shirt, polymer clay, patches, denim, pvc, padding 88 x 82 x 6 cm
In Da Club, 2016 FuBu jersey, synthetic leather, padding, black silicone, patches, 160 x 110 x 8 cm. Shown as part of Difference and Repetiotion at Like a Little Disaster, Polignano a Mare IT
Everybody But You, 2017 FuBu jersey, denim, patches, padding, black MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 190 x 175 x 6 cm
Where Have You Gone, 2017 FuBu jersey, denim, patches, padding, black MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 230 x 170 x 8 cm
 
G, 2017 FuBu jersey, black MS polymer stable paste, padding 155 x 135 x 6 cm (Private collection, Portugal)
Sweetie, 2017 Fubu sweatshirt, patches and MS polymer stable paste, 165 x 155 x 3 cm
Wish You Were Here, 2017 FuBu jersey, patches, MS polymer stable paste, padding on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 220 x 180 x 8 cm

Riviera Sunset Boulevard

Riviera Sunset Boulevard, solo show at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Here I am, 2018, Pepsi jacket, polymer clay, patches, denim, fimo, 175 x 167 x 18 cm
Runnin’, 2018, DHL jacket, polymer clay, patches, denim, fimo, 200 x 196 x 15 cm
ELISE BY OLSEN'S ESSAY


“I won’t send you two pages about my work, but I’ll send you my playlist and my references. I can’t write about my work, it’s complicated, it will be pretentious. I, as an artist, has a vision about something, and cannot pretend to be someone else, who has a vision about my vision. It’s not the artist’s job to try to analyze the works, it will become vulgar.
 
One can’t be the actor and the critic... You will have to try to contextualize it, make sense of it, put it all together”.
 
These are Simone’s instructions when I speak with him on Whatsapp from his car in Prenzlauer Berg in Berlin, where he sits when he needs to be alone. Usually, Simone works in a studio space that he shares with his girlfriend Anna. But he had an incident – he broke his sewing machine, which then had to be replaced – and as he bought a new, industrial one, it was, by default, delivered to his home.
 
“So now I had this monster installed at home”, which led to a decision of moving his studio home temporarily. “I actually prefer to work at home, it forces me to be more clean, although my home now is messy, with plastic and gummy and jackets and socks everywhere”.
 
He says he is not romantic per-say with his works, that he is trying to escape an obsession of how to use technique or a language. He doesn’t see art for art, music for music, painting for painting, but a diagonal line between them.
 
“I don’t have any symbolism in my work, that’s for sure; nothing is symbolic.
If people don’t see what it is, I tell them, it is what it is, and it might not be anything. My work should speak on its own; have its own legs, it should be able to walk alone. It has its own life (or its own career, if stuff goes well), its own price, its own house, brother and sisters and owners, and eventually it doesn’t belong to me anymore, it’s not mine.” It’s not the usual approach that art drives you into.
 
“Formally, I’m trying to have precise works, because although I have a punk approach, I don’t like trashy results” he says, and obviously references Jean Dubuffet and Art Brut. “Sometimes beauty and ugliness are so close. Since the renaissance people tried to have an answer for what beauty is, but beauty is a moment, something that shows itself, not something you can manage or reproduce as a medium”. I’m interested in the rather inelegant and sporty element to his work. “I don’t to any sports, I’m too lazy to make sports, I’m keeping skinny by being nervous and smoking cigarettes. Obviously I don’t know thesports world too much.” However he is interested in sports logos and logomania.
 
Riviera Sunset Boulevard is an installation of 10-12 works (uncertain as of this moment). The works escape all borders, forms and shapes. The materials are all chosen carefully and sourced from the Internet; the three identical Kellogg’s jackets were ordered from New Zealand, Italy and the US.
Typically, Simone would use wooden stretchers as canvas, but these have none – they’re made a bit like a soft suitcase; onto red gummy these jackets and jerseys are mounted, with logos in bright palettes (no blacks or browns or dark reds), layered with Fimo clay (typically used by kids or punks), also in intense colors. For this exhibition, Simone has looked to COBRA artists like Karel Appel and Asger Jorn, as well as Tanaka Atsuko from the Gutai collective.
 
Part of the idea of a sculpture is that you’re standing in front of, looking at, a monument. These new works are not monumental like sculptures normally are. They are empty inside, but have a functional structure, which allows them to be put on the couch, put on the wall, slept on. “In a way, I try to keep the functionality away. When I start working on them, they have a function, and after I have worked on them, they have no function. They are stretched until broken, they are cut”.
 
Apropos cut, Simone is majorly influenced by deconstruction and sampling in hiphop; tracks are cut,
manipulated until it hurts something else, if you want. He sent me a playlist of Madlib, Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Travis Scott and Dean Blunt. And during the time making this new body of work, an old friend of Simone’s re-appeared in his life, Dre Love, an American rapper and MC, who said of Simone’s new works they have an energy and strong references reminiscing the golden era gladness of the 90s in Jamaica, Queens, where he had grown up. And it’s precisely these nostalgic connotations to and combinations of, hiphop, 90s fashion and childishness that makes these new works so paradoxically refreshing.
 
 
Elise By Olsen

Berlin

Berlin, 2020, private collection, Berlin DE
Above the Clouds, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
10437-10405, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Nobody Move Nobody get Hurt, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Same Hoodie, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Superfly, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Keep it on, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
I don’t know No Heroes, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
When the Sun Revolved Round Us, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Mango Tango Flambo, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
We’re a Snowball Couple Now, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Schönhauser Allee Alexander Platz, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm
Eberswalder Straße Danziger Straße, 2020, ink on paper, aluminum framed 65x 55x 4 cm

Son of a Beach

Son of a Beach, 2017, 55 pieces ceramics bowls set

The Chubby Twins

The Chubby Twins, 2017 FuBu jersey, MS polymer stable paste, padding, gym socks
The Chubby Twins, 2017 FuBu jersey, MS polymer stable paste, padding, gym socks
Shown as part of Post-Insulte curated by Hugo Vitrani, Antwan Horfee and Maxime Amorin, Clichy FR
It all starts with the search for a space to bring together artists who are or aren’t acquainted, sometimes following one another, always independent and rather evenhanded. Breaking away from the codes, fears, misrepre- sentations and networks of Art as an Institution’s territories, where sometimes creation won’t forget to pimp itself out or showboat around. A desire to exist with one another and not against one another. To find an un-space, wi- thout any link to the [art] world. Post-insulte will be in the outskirts of town, in Clichy. A space chosen because it imposes itself, is abun- dantly available and is one that we like. On the ground floor, a Leader Price and its dirt-cheap offers. At the corner, the neighbo- rhood off track betting bar with its view on loop of le Rapido lotto draw, and dreams of easy money that never come true, with a table just big enough to place your bets. Upstairs, an empty apartment, cheap hardwoods and glass cei- ling overlooking a halal kebab. A pigeon coop left to its own devices since way back, warped and rusted stained glass win- dowpanes. A dark basement, tiled walls, probably the back room of a butcher shop. A fertile plot of land—like a small island—so that the ensemble of artists may show- case a precarious and ephemeral alternative to the wave of the art world, its name doping/dropping, its numbers and no-go zones.
 
FuBu. The artist often projects themself in their dreams, a mix of pleasure, of play, self-satisfaction, and often frustrations. Imagine the perfect place, a flamboyant floor, a staggering ceiling height, a preoccupying perspective... Forms, paint, sculptures massive or on an intimate scale, pictures, films: Each envisioned scenario reflects the hope of the artist to pass on their ideas, universe, vision.
 
For what purpose and for who to see? as the unique rallying cry, without the need for anyone. Neither patron nor sponsor: For Us By Us, in the era 2017 saturated with images and actors in the know: Curators here, curators there, Instagram artists, Instagram snippets from the show, Instagram li(k)es...
 
To each their own story and their sometimes fictitious flow of ego strokes.
Out of the ordinary. Here, each artist has their own imposing writing, particular gestures, a vocabulary that doesn’t dull out, that doesn’t become its own cliché. A fierce determination to not go on forever in a formula that works. Everyone crossing paths with perseverance, the silhouette of signage, with a presence assumed in their quirks and discoveries.
 
Art is in flotation, that of the tinted and faded Japanese-inspired line of Stéphane Calais, who sees the world as a vast drawing. There’s roaming in the fringes of land and law with Antwan Horfee, whose paintings are blown up with air, bombed out, underground and radically of the people. Art is a dérive with SKKI, lone walker on the watch for the invisible details of the city, its trash, its defects, its rejects that erect a surrealist landscape of the society of consump- tion. Art evokes custom cars and street fashion in the forms and synthetic materials manipulated and distorted by Fréderic Platéus and Simone Zaccagnini.
 
Art takes up volume and plows both intimate and slightly dirty furrows in the work of the indomitable Aline Bouvy, for whom creation is wild. Painting appears to be a printing technique for Mario Picardo, boxer-painter who strikes the canvas with shapes and symbols playing bumper cars, all with the efficiency and rigor of a laborer loading up their truck. The Bells Angels point out again and again that the man who creates today must be able to mutate and offer a range of variations of man to the machine. Art is a failure, a glitch in the works of Alix Desaubliaux, whose searches get lost in virtual geographic intervals disfigured by bugs. The artist is a fictio- nal character with Ken Sortais, who is forever vagabonding between historical remains and contemporary vandalism. Paint spreads out in the spontaneous strokes of Stevie Dix, clearing the boundary between figuration and abstraction in his crusted over color blobs, between the light of color and strong lines. With Jon Pilkington the propositions of composition naturally become evident after multiple superimpositions. Mathias Schweizer splits up landscapes, first scanned then assembled and altered in a random manner, emerging into space like visual pollution. Art is a sometimes-sculptural-second skin with Nicolas Momein, between viscid puddles and exposed hairs: Art is animal.
 
Multi-directional, this project is in its third chapter 1 + 2, multiple curators and sundry participants, sometimes the same, but always new accomplices. Post-insulte proposes a project, that which co- mes after the rejections, after the refusals, after the pre-masticated and post-market, after the déjà-vu and déjà been through. The-after- the-blockbuster-ticket-of-museums-and-galleries-who-hold-the-top- spot. Culture of clicks and of cliques. Post thingamajig and neo-post thingamabob: Having fun with the jargon that hums on. Put into contact in this way, with the poster signed by the graphic designer Kaïs Dhifi and the publication of a catalog, headed by Simon Bernheim and Julien Sirjacq of Bells Angels, the works presented take their stab at affirming art as an insult, profanity, a transgression, backtalk, an attack, defacement, an outburst, a strain, blasphemy: A freedom fix that knows neither good manners nor polite standards.
 
Antwan Horfee & Hugo Vitrani

La Ballade Des Pendus

Riviera Sunset Boulevard (T_R), 2017 FuBu tank top, MS polymer stable paste, ball bag, trekking cords
La Ballade Des Pendus, Plasma Plastic Modern Art, Milan IT

Love at Breakfast

Love at Breakfast (baby blue), 2017 Kellogg’s jacket, denim, gym socks, patches, padding and silicone on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 125 x 120 x 8 cm
simone zaccagnini  
Shown as part of Based on a True Story at Galerie Derouillon, Paris FR
Love at Breakfast (Lost in Vain), 2017 Kellogg’s jacket, Levis 501, denim, gym socks, patches, padding and polymer on canvas mounted on shaped wooden stratchers, 128 x 123 x 8 cm
Love at Breakfast (rrr), 2017 Kellogg’s jacket, denim, gym socks, patches, padding and white MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 105 x 95 x 8 cm

FuBu

For Us By Us (variable sandwich), 2015 FuBu jersey, anti slip may, padding, patches, lacquered canvas, fimo
Untitled (Henry), 2015 anti slip may, lacquered canvas, padding, fimo 165 x 135 x 10 cm
FuBu05, 2015 K-way, FuBu jersey, anti slip may, padding, patches, fimo 165 x 135 x 10 cm
Champion Snoop 12, 2015 Champion jersey, lacquered canvas, anti slip may, padding, patches, fimo 165 x 135 x 10 cm
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Junk Love

Junk Love, exhibition view, Annarumma, Naples IT
Saggy Denim, 2017 Fubu jeans jacket, Levi’s 501, patches, padding, black MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 230 x 165 x 8 cm
Where Have You Gone, 2017 FuBu jersey, denim, patches, padding, black MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 230 x 170 x 8 cm
Love at Breakfast (rrr), 2017 Kellogg’s jacket, denim, gym socks, patches, padding and white MS polymer stable paste on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 105 x 95 x 8 cm
Dusty Boy, 2017 Lotto k-way, patches, padding, black silicone on canvas mounted on wooden shaped stretchers 140 x 130 x 6 cm
SCOTT HENRY ELLIOTT'S ESSAY 
 
 
In those days of summer which reached forty degrees and higher, the white cats seemed to be particularly prolific. These scorched ghosts lurked among the streets and I couldn’t but help envision each one as a sort of pure white grim reaper, ready to pounce at any moment.
 
I remember the day we both decided to embark on this draining course of action.
“Do you want a holiday home? Yes or no?”
It was a rather rudimentary question, but the domino effects afterwards were not those I had envisioned. In a haze of sun-bleached perfection, it had all seemed like such a good idea. It was that New York energy again, that one I left behind in the summer of ‘69, I can do anything and I will! Where had this bliss disappeared to? In the ether dissolved their spark, something they both embraced silently.
 
Slow it all down.
Hold your horses.
Steady on there, my friend.
 
Reality had a much slower tempo and it suited them down to a T.
 
You shall make three windows on each wall, light should be a priority. My memory superimposes squares of sensual blues together, set perfectly into the wall. Together we add poetry to stone, the surfaces now mirroring the ripples along your spine.
 
Polished concrete
Stainless steel
How does it feel?
Pay for it later
Put it on credit
Do you accept debit?
 
Its purpose would change, the form remaining close to that which was intended. Neither of them knew how to construct a stable home, a solid capsule to contain them in. It was to become a transformer of sorts, holiday home slash tomb, or perhaps this is the true form, a doubled sided sword, never admitted by those inhabiting the idea. This was how it was to be built. The length should be thirty cubits; it’s breadth ve cubits and its height three cubits. There was to be one dominant window facing the sea, the rest of the building would be encased in concrete. Any wood included in the construction would be cypress wood, a wood perfectly suited to the harsh climate that left them both sitting in grey, saggy denim.
 
 
Scott Henry Elliott

Artists Don’t Live That Long

Artists Don’t Live That Long, shown as part of Hex 2016 at Bergen Kunsthall, Bergen (NO)
Artists Don’t Live That Long, 2015/ 2016 shaped wood, foam and enamel, 800 x 390 x 15 cm
HEX 2016, Bergen Kunsthall, Bergen NO

WTSRRU (BEACH TOWELS)

WTSRRU, 2015 double sided microfiber beach towel, 143 x 83 cm (each)

When The Sun Revolved Round Us

When The Sun Revolved Round Us, solo show at Dimora Artica, Milan IT

NEOMELODICA NEAPOLITANISCHE
 MUSIK EINFLÜSSE AUF DIE KUNST 
DER LETZTEN 10 JAHRE VON EMIL & GELB

 

NEOMELODICA NEAPOLITANISCHE MUSIK EINFLÜSSE AUF DIE KUNST DER LETZTEN 10 JAHRE VON EMIL & GELB

 

Language: En / De

Dimension: 250 x 250 mm

Pages: 24

ISBN: 978-88-97889-17-5

Edition of 599 copies
Year: 2015

Published by: Cura

Produced by Untitled Association and Frankfurt am Main

 

CREDITS
Ideated and Curated by: Gianluca Concialdi & Emiliano Pistacchi
Text by: Nino Ferretti
Images: Simone Zaccagnini

INFO+-

Simone Zaccagnini

Born 1982, Italy

Lives and works in Milan IT

inquiries: Galerie Derouillon, Paris

 

• upcoming:

“It’s gonna be alright” solo show

November 14 – December 11, 2022
ECC Project Space, Chieri IT

 

© 2022

TEXTS+-
  • Christina Gigliotti
  • Scott Henry Elliott
  • Elise By Olsen