Brian Dettmer (1974)

The weight of the culture: libroni who flock to the libraries, the smell bare, yellow pages wet a little 'weathered by time. Each book is a work of art: he knew perfectly fine sculptor who produced covers precious knew the miniaturist who used the little white space on the page to sublime flights of fancy. But he also knows that makes Brian Dettmer's books, their pages, their letters, the material for creative excellence.

The result is a labyrinth, a world of Leonardo's machines, added to the context of quotes deliberately wandering. The repetition of a gesture that recalls the grechine of elementary schools, the comfort of repetition of forms, of the joints that overlap, the perception addressed to get lost in the furrows that lead to other grooves are then inexorably to start everything from the beginning.

Dettmer has little more than thirty years old but expressiveness, with a renaissance in the order provision and construction of the works that is extremely addictive without being unnecessarily serious.

Sometimes it seems to have arrived in a playful hardware, un'utensileria margin and writings, letters and a short-circuit boards, uprooted, re-invented, re-proposed, scrambled to wrap in the full taste of the secret, where you want to say what seems to be always a bit 'below, a bit' more hidden than what you see.

Skeleton 2006 is an emblem of poetic Dettmer: our skeleton are not bones, not the DNA, are the centuries of Scripture handed down by our ancestors: the vocal writing for sounds, pictorial symbols, writing, architecture and sculptural forms. What will remain of us, is our track by track.

The war on all fronts: a book vagina when viewed from above, a coil of micro-traces and a climb of short disconnected fragments when viewed from inside. As if the world were so simple from the outside - birth and death, not much more - and so fiercely torn inside. From the outside it look very easy but as soon as you start to want to read this universe is an endless effort to do.