A nest of aluminum threads, unexpectedly found in an airplane factory, generates the illusion of discovery: the created-found object. Mother Nature allows for such an experience. Adriana Cervi has the gift of creatively discovering objects, thus establishing an aesthetic dialogue that culminates in a creation: a video. By appropriating that weaving, she gives it a particular twist: she transfers it to a film studio that, in turn, resembles a brick cave where the work is projected in the background. A refuge, a space that shelters both the idea and the video itself. A nest within another nest that harbors a thousand nests, imagined, thought, dreamed. Nest - Home - Body. The visual journey begins when the camera approaches the work until it reveals the meticulous weave of threads, and then moves away to place it within the environment conceived by the artist.
This back-and-forth, similar to the hypnotic movement of a pendulum that advances and recedes, directly dialogues with Leonora Carrington's phrase:"The task of the right eye is to peer into the telescope, while the left eye peers into the microscope."Micro and macrocosms: the detail seeks to unveil secrets, it illuminates the unconscious; distance opens depth, relocates the object onto another plane, and alludes to a broader horizon.
Yet the work remains enigmatic, as it inhabits a fictitious and desolate landscape. The tension that arises in this repetitive game of barely one minute provokes multiple re-thinkings: Time and Space. Feminine and Masculine. Immanence and Transcendence. The feminine: mother, earth, home, being.The masculine: dynamism, movement, the impulse to go further, to discover, to act.Private and Public.To the play of Light and shadows, sound is added. The wind, with its rough murmur, envelops the image and reinforces the atmosphere, establishing a dialogue between desolation and resistance, between technology and landscape.It is also a murmur of the future. Birds inspired the human desire to fly and the invention of airplanes. The past illuminates a possible future. Thus, the unseltling strangeness ignites in the face of the unknown and uncanny that a ball of wire may contain.An unusual object falls into the hands of an artist who explores, experiments, and investigates until giving shape to a splendid work whose title-an oxymoron-announces the poetic vision unfolded in its creation. The work moves the spirit and awakens an aesthetic pleasure that illuminates images and ideas capable of opening paths toward the enigmas of Life. The mystery of origins nests in The Silent Scream.

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