There’s a song by Patti Smith which often returns to my mind from time to time. It’s a quiet song about Chicken Little, a strange little creature that believed the sky was falling. Based on an even older folk song, it draws the attention of the listener to how insignificant problems are when exaggerated. When I’m sad and the world seems to be falling down around me, I like to hear it again. It makes me smile. Puts things back into the correct perspective. When I first saw Laura’s sculptures, I heard that music, associating the two.
Laura Pellizzari is a splendid young artist. Her art offers us childhood in its noblest of meaning: an uncontaminated, objective vision of reality. Her art is quiet and has the stillness of timeless mythological forms awaiting some far-off event. Serene sirens sit and watch, knowing, seeing, something that we have forgotten: that the sky is not falling. A wisdom modern society lost long ago.
Laura’s work is not easy to define. It emanates a disenchanted innocence which today’s frenetic world has difficulty experiencing, understanding. The sculptures bear tribute to a distant past. Classically iconic, they recall forgotten historic, cultural and artistic associations in the beholder, betaking him to a serener vision of life, a forgotten peace and vision. Her work makes us smile, return to childhood, the correct perspective.