“Without wings nor glory” is the title of the Clacson Beauty musical which will be staged on Saturday 15th and Sunday 16th at the Guglielmi Theater in Massa. It tells the story of the monolith which, extracted from the marble quarries of Carrara, will reach Rome to be placed in the Foro Italico. A truly colossal film that tells the story of the world of quarries and quarrymen. For the two evenings Michele Trombella and Maria Corsini, the owners of the musical school wanted the works of Mafalda Pegollo to crown and enrich the show because they are very linked to the world of marble due to the technique used.
Mafalda Pegollo, from Massa, an international artist, deserves prizes and recognition. He exhibits in important historic buildings, museums and cathedrals of famous Italian and foreign cities, such as Rome, Milan, Trieste, Muggia, Florence, Assisi, Spoleto, Gubbio, Bologna, Rovigo, Bergamo, Gravedona, Dongo, Anghiari, Vinci, Saturnia, Mantua , Sabbioneta, Canelli, London, Berlin, Dubrovnik, Tirana, Montecatini, La Spezia, Oronovo, Pietrasanta, Massa, Carrara, Pizzo Calabro.
His works speak of the hidden world, that of feelings, desires, fears, uncertainties, the search for happiness. They tell of her moods and deepest wounds, love and pain, also making use of symbols and using a very original and material technique which Mafalda explains like this: I wanted my emotions to be tangible, real, palpable and I found a way to make them so by choosing marble, a material whose technical and qualitative characteristics I know very well because it has been worked on for decades by my family. Marble is also the symbol of our land made up of rugged mountains and hard, strong men who have been fascinated and threatened by it for centuries. The world of marble is in fact made up of beautiful but also painful emotions. Let’s think for example of the passion, tenacity, strength and effort with which the quarryman tears marble from the mountain, constantly exposed to risks and dangers. Too often that millennia-old work has been stained with the blood of its own workers and the sound of the death bells has often been heard coming from the churches of the villages upstream. Over the centuries, marble has adorned palaces, villas and cathedrals, and has become a material on which the hands of skilled sculptors have been able to shape it into harmonious figures, giving joy and arousing beauty and wonder. Unlike these artists, I decided to use the dust that remains from its processing and with the same passion, strength and tenacity of the quarryman, I used the spatula to shape the work on the white canvas, without having a very precise and without having first made any sketches or sketches. I worked straight away and instinctively alone with my canvas. This was how the metamorphosis occurred: the dust returned to being living matter, exactly as a body transforms into another form of life after death. The colors then did the rest, giving light and shadow to highlight those same emotions, those same feelings and moods that the material had already managed to extrapolate from the canvas in a whirlwind manner. As the work progressed, my inner world materialized in front of me: it was no longer fragmented, but now had a harmony, a rhythm, a form, thus building a well-defined path over the years. I saw my inner world and thanks to matter I was able to touch it. It is an exciting job that has brought me to the awareness of my limits, of my weaknesses, helping me to fight and overcome them, but also of my strength, my great tenacity, energy and passion. All these characteristics, which also distinguished my father, a man of marble, hard, strong and tenacious as the stone that his hands worked throughout his life.
