Right on the edge of the »Giardino« five bronze cast, lifesize mannequin in distorted positions in a ditch lined with a brick wall. Beside it lies a pile of earth, which seems to indicate that the gravesite will soon be covered over. The scene is familiar to us: whether concentration camps, scenes from Vietnam, Yugoslavia or Iraq. Whenever humans destroy other humans, they bury their victims, like dogs bury their gnawed bones. I call these bodies clones because they are copies, one hardly distinguishable from the other. Twisted like fallen marionettes, they almost appear beautiful, despite the dreadful association with a mass grave. Over and over again, the »Giardino« shows us dark sides, for without these there could be no beauty.

D.S.