Artist's Writings

Kikki Ghezzi, Della Pittura (One Act Play), Pratt Institute, Brooklyn NY

Roots and Persephone

New York, May 2014

While waiting in Dr. Harp’s office for my usual annual check-up, I found myself wondering about Persephone’s myth. Persephone is the portrait of the seasons’ life cycle. Plants rebirth in Spring and hide underground in Autumn. This cycle makes me think about my choice of drawing and painting roots and about how the presence of such a primitive element is so important in my artistic search, intended as an event of the spirit. Persephone, symbol of the human innocence, is seduced and kidnapped by the platonic energy and dragged into earth’s bowels. There, she becomes wise and learns how to take care of herself. After six months she finally finds the emergency exit and escapes, coming back to the surface and rebirthing into Spring. The roots that I paint and draw symbolize my transformation process. Roots are like Persephone, a metaphor of all of us, constantly transforming through interior experiences fears into love. Kikki Ghezzi

Kikki Ghezzi, Chi

Kikki Ghezzi, Una Conversazione (Donna & Leadership Journal)

D&L-Journal-11-2021

Kikki Ghezzi, Letter to Self

128 pp., 80 color images, Kikki Ghezzi: Consciousness Unthought, edited by Sara Fontana, Elisabetta Longari, Renato Miracco (Arezzo, Magonza ed., 2022) isbn 978-88-31280-51-8

LETTER TO SELF

Kikki Ghezzi, My Cosmic Clock (An Artist's Journey)

22 October On May 16th 2023, off the coast of Corfu’, as strong undercurrent pulled me out to sea, Lord Poseidon was on the caper as well as Lord Krishna, both as the serious council of the Gita and the trickster with his flute. In the end, exhausted from fighting to stay afloat the rough waters, I surrendered peacefully to death. Yet it was not my time to leave physically. My desire for this world brought me back. Facing the brink of death gave me an authentic understanding of the delicacy of life. It was time to regenerate my soul’s purpose, to open onto the unknown with trust and faith.

With the Moon and the ocean at my doorstep as I return to my heaven, in a remote place of Ireland; where the absence and disintegration of space and time become apparent, I feel an end of selfhood. I think about ways we all change each other, about the ineffable transfer of experience, wisdom, and love from person to person. Here, I write My Cosmic Clock. Each chapter opens with the description of the main qualities of the hour and continues with images of my artwork and few abstracts from my diaries. It is, I fear, suffocatingly subjective. I have been traveling around the clock since 2011. Starting on my birthday, I navigate a pattern that I want to break. The process is organic, everything happens in a cycle, everything mirrors the Earth. Once I am close to my initiation date ––the 22nd of each month and, ultimately, my birthday ––I step into my new reality, which is the sum of all the single moments I experienced before. Every day I enter a new door and open new pathways that emanate clear light. As I am building the clock its hand goes to twelve––midnight, the beginning––where the next cycle starts. And I am still traveling around the clock, Self-realizing more and more as I go.