[...] There is always - even if unconsciously - a relationship between the object and the environment in which it is placed. Motorbikes, simply displayed leaning against a gallery wall, involve a portion of space that becomes an integral part of the work.

Luigi Di Corato, 2003

In the late 1980s and early 1990s, I started building motorcycle-looking artefacts. Not objects to admire, but forms to question. Apparently vehicles, but devoid of function. Just a starting idea, a compressed energy, like a tension not yet expressed. Suspended entities, waiting for a revelation that will never come. The proportions were those of real motorbikes, but without motor or movement. Some leaned against the wall, others on stands, like technical models or relics. All with the same design hypothesis: to evoke a vehicle ready to go, but stationary. In suspension. A motion that is never accomplished, a journey that has never begun. I made them with sheet metal, cut, folded and assembled in an essential way. A direct gesture, without technicalities, like a return to the essence. As if my work wanted to say: don't look for easy answers, there are no definitive solutions. Sculpture is not an answer, but a question. Those works, equipped with wheels and defunctionalised, alluded to a missed movement. Means without purpose. And in that gap, between the appearance of the vehicle and the impossibility of the journey, a space opened up: a space for sculpture, for thought, a place to stop and reflect on the immobility of existence. I never considered them finished. Each exhibition was a temporary stop, never an arrival. Changing place, changing light, changing reading. They are not motionless, but neither are they mobile. They are waiting full of possibilities, without definitive answers. And that is where I want to be. I do not project objects to look at, but questions that transform immobility into waiting. In that suspension lies their being without being, becoming without ever coming to full completion, where there is never a definitive 'end', but a process in constant waiting, a journey that never really begins. A tension that resides in their immobility, which is never static, but always waiting for a movement that is never fully accomplished.

U.C.