Faita Bonomo Biography
Bonomo Faita was born in 1955 in Brescia. He attended the Gargnano Art Institute where he studied materials and techniques, focusing in particular on ceramics. He is a diverse artist who uses photography, drawing, sculpture and painting in his work. His expressive language is composed of multiple techniques, but as the artist himself says, it is not divided into genres. Faita offers an ironic look at the world through almost childish shapes and traits. The materials he works with are simple: paper, cardboard, terracotta, wood and photographs. The scenery often evokes enchanted, sometimes melancholy dreams and fairy-tale places. In his works, contradictions and contrasting elements often emerge, which nevertheless find harmony and balance. He juxtaposes elements of great physical and conceptual depth with everyday objects, such as the moon reflecting in a bucket of water; a cardboard box, drawn on a cardboard box, containing a starry sky; a castle perched on a rock suspended in the void. Bonomo is an anomalous presence within the contemporary art scene: his work is silent, underground, almost secret, but at the same time curious, unusual, priceless, devoid of pre-established relationships and dependencies or direct filiations. He met Franco Toselli in an exhibition through Paola Pezzi in 1993 when the gallery owner, who had already 'concluded' his experience with the neo-avant-garde artists (one for all, Boetti), had already ventured into unexplored territories. In 1996 he exhibited at "Mostra d'Adda" together with Enzo Forese, Kazumasa Mizokami, Riccardo Gusmaroli, Claus Larsen, Charlemagne Palestine, Lisa Ponti, Antonio Serrapica, Paolo Truffa, Gabriele Turola, and others, all artists who the following year would known as Portofranco. For the artist, this is the soft space that Celant speaks of. It is the hyperuranium, a kindergarten where even gentle forms, usually exiled from the art system, can germinate, a political asylum for ideas. As for his traveling companions, they are all elsewhere. It is the diaspora, like the fluff of the dandelion that is scattered by the wind and the seeds fly in every direction."
