I created a neo-dada art installation with ceramic, textile and iron. The piece was installed in the World Heritage city-scape of San Miguel De Allende, GTO, MX.
Buttons are tragic, emblematic presences in our life; they can open a new path or close an old one; they are a metaphor of our personal experiences, what stays with us and what we let go.
Buttoned Wall - behind the scene...
I hand-built a ceramic button in a local studio.
As an Italian descendant, I imagined myself like a soldier marionette, specificallya Sicilian Pupo (traditional soldier marionette from southern Italy) leading a Chiquotesque battle armed with a button-shield and a needle-sword.
My ceramic sculpture, a striped button, represents a fantastic, whimsical relic from a domestic world of memories.
The Button Sewn on the Historical Wall
The costume was done, the purpose was found: with the support of the institution Bellas Artes, my button was “sewn” on a historical wall in San Miguel De Allende, MX.
I celebrated my deep connection with the incredible history of the town by sewing a button on its precious street walls, as a perennial memory of what has been, and what will be.
Buttons can open a path or close it...
I witnessed this button magically resonating with the environment and I myself became part of this installation, like a surreal and playful presence in a land of memories, twisted together like threads.
I Feel Empty - recycled couch cover
This is a recicled couch cover, hand sewn in the shape of a wig. Sequins hand sewn on the wig says "I feel empty", a statement about the ostracization of feminine in our male doomed society.
A trash couch has a value in itself, because it absorbed the energy of those who enjoyed it. In other words, a trash sofa is a remain, something that got lost, yet keeps peering through the surface.
My fascination for trashed couch covers comes from my childhood, as I was surrounded by ancient furniture and I learned how everything can be fixed, sewn together and reused.
Textile is a great medium because it can be done and undone, changed and reshaped, many times, during the process of creating a piece of art. Unlike ceramic, that is tragically and beautfully unforgiving.
Made out of a trashed couch, my giant wig is uncertainly standing, like a prehistorical animal dealing with extinction. Standing on its curly strands, my wig is a monument to the innocent beauty of Shirley Temple, mixed to the momentousness of Marie Antoinette: pompous yet superfluous, in its obvious defeat.
This piece explores the painful relationship between what we show to the outside and how we feel inside. Often the two things don't match. Sequins hand sewn on the surface of this giant wig are expressing how one can really feel inside, in contrast with the pompousness of the social sharade.
Detail of a Sequins made Letter
Detail of the inside
Notice how I reversed the fabric that I used to cover and build the inside of the wig. The medium supports the concept: inside vs outside.
Detail of the Top
Louis 17th looking like curly strands of hair create the wig-effect of this piece, unique in its kind.
No Fear of Expansion - recycled couch cover
Urban Circus Maracole
Haute Couture Balaclava Masks
This project is a series of Balaclava Masks with Jewel Noses that aim to redesign the balaclava as an haute couture accessory, creating a bridge between pop culture (punk and hip-hop) and one the finest and elegant trends in the history of fashion design: La Belle Epoque (Erte`).
Wearable art with Nose Jewels.
2016/2017 Photos: Michael Rodriguez, Johnny Naked, John Mahoney, Brian Connor, Janvi Photography, Fabio Rizzo, David Spjut, John Dongara, and Eric Mihn Swenson.
I called the collection Urban Circus because the costumes take from the performing arts, and that's how I also interpreted the characters naturally emerged from wearing my masks (a black widow, a bride, a snail, a mouse, a lizard and a devilish lady).
The naked body is an art form
I used my naked figure as an art form, referring to delightful imagery from the oldest boudoir, when women`s bodies were still naturally feminine and almost playfully indugent, not yet objectified by the media *the opposite of what happens today.
Sexual innuendo is a teaser for the observer, that creates a context of ambiguity and mystere.
Alice in wonderland...
References to the world of pop Surrealisms are everywhere in my owrk, due to my extensive background in animation and children literature. This image aims to create a fantastic environment, in the style of Alice in Wonderland. Only...for adults.
Mythical creatures and nose goddesses have been emerging in these photoshooting where I let my costumes leading me through the thrilling paths of character acting.
Improv Performances are a plus!
Many characters emerged in this exploration of accessories, like balaclava masks and haute couture headpieces, which I interpreted with playful irony and devilish trasgression.
Charms and sequins bring my masks to the realm of pop culture.
Yet a dark mask is a powerful symbol of getto culture and comics.
Comic Book`s Heroine or Sexy Doll?
An irreverent and playful approach to the feminine, as my accessory brings to life many aspect of the female identity.
Masked Heroine or Circus Clown?
Another ambiguous shot, where my accessories create a fantastic mythology... An Urban Circus, exactly.
Another dicotomy, lollipops and black mask
I was attracted to the idea of a colorful and tempting lollipop that cannot be licked... Because the character is wearing a mask
Devil or Bride?
Another ambiguous image, where my acessories serve the purpose of creating an intrguing idea of the feminine.
A resting marionette...
The idea of a circus sharade is expressed clearly in this image where I rest like a marionette after the performance. Yet my punkish outfit and the dark mask create a contrast with the playfulness of the circus.
White Batman or Clown?
An intense pose that showcase my balaclava mask in all its charme, coming from the juxtaposition of charms and sequins with a balaclava mask *for criminal use?
And here comes the bride...
Another circus perfomer or an unveiled brde? Unveiling the body but covering the face, aother ambiguity of my imagery.
Another sensual pose referring to the elegance of vintage boudoir, with punk/pop influences.
Shadows amplify these suggestions.
A Tender Clown
In this series the circus style is more evident and I played with it in full freedom.
Pop Surrealism and around
The candle suggests references to the surrealism and fantastic word of children books, but also horror movies and cruel fables.
The theme of twins have always fascinated me, with its references to circus performers, like the iconographic Siam Twin Sisters. So I clonated myself in dualistic reproductions of my characters, mirroring each other and to each other communicating.
Rising Star - MockCovers
A collection of mock covers focused on the imagery created by Maracole with her Urban Circus, werable art that she interprets with whmsical and devilish transgression.
Maracole imagines to be a living DIVA in her simulacred world where she is featured on the covers of the most popular art and fashion magazines, and she becomes testimonial of the most covated haute couture brands.
If is it true that whatever one can imagine one can manifest in her reality, we will see Maracole soon rising as a shiny star in the real world.
Just a matter of time...
Italian artist Maracole re-designs her own success, by placing herself - irreverently and playfully- on the covers of the most popular magazines of fashion, art and culture, as if she was already an icon. No better way to define her own success in the art scene, by creating a mock rising of a star.
In her simulated glamorous artistic art scene, the diva Maracole really exists, and shines of her own light. If it sounds philosophically accurate saying that reality is just a dream, then the opposite can be true as well: dreams live in the real world.
Maracole's captivation for the genre "mockumentary" finds in this project the most compelling way to showcase a potpourri of diverse skills (sculptor, fashion designer, model and info designer).
At the same time Maracole dares to make a statement about the contemporary art scene: women can only shine when they are able to demolish the constructed male centered schemes, creating their own reality with feminine charm and daring transgression.
In this perspective, Maracole is already an icon, and she's defining her presence in the contemporary art scene with her strong will to be acknowledged.
Nose Goddess - 3D printed nose jewel
In my work as an artist and a designer I am focusing on female perspective and women power. I created this piece in 2016 and at the end of the year I had it finally 3D-printed. Lilith is a pendant that can be worn on the tip of your nose, like a portion of a Venetian Mask. It then becomes a party nose, with a playful twist... In fact the shape of this jewel recalls a phallus, ironically confering a woman`s face masculine qualities.
All this with charming references to baroque ornaments among the most unusual and refined. A detail oriented design enanches the vintage look of the 3D printed material and swarowsky gems make it precious.
Lilith, a pendant with a twist!
Lilith, a pendant with a twist!
Golden Steel 3D-printed accessory for women
The piece can be 3D-printed in various materials, among which silver plate *detail
This is the upgraded version of the piece, that comes with more gems, in various sizes. Playing with colors make the sphere look even more sophisticated.
This is the 3D model of the piece that comes with holes to hold in place a pin, which allows the easy and safe insertion of an aroma bead in the trunk of the nose.
This pin allows the placement of an aroma bead inside the trunk, that will be releasing its scent just on the tip of your nose.
A new nose jewel is on its way. Stay tuned...
“Art is a guaranty of sanity”.
In Italy we tend to have big noses, and this is a genetic factor, one can’t change it. They even made a name for this kind of nose, which is called a Roman nose. I have nothing to complain about it. The paradox though is that a Roman nose in Italy wouldn’t be socially accepted by the Italians themselves; in Italy, for some unknown reason ,one is expected to grow a thin, chiseled French nose, if he/she wants to be considered beautiful. A Roman nose in Italy is something that you are entitled to be ashamed of. Ain’t that funny?
It’s like if my entire nation at same point in history established that our most distinctive physical trait is not interesting enough to be considered likeable. Therefore, it is strongly recommended to feel appropriately ashamed about the misfortune to be born with a Roman nose. And I am talking about probably a good 60% of the population.
Since an early age I’ve been criticized about my Roman nose; I have been encouraged to focus on my Roman nose and to feel conscious about it, at the point that I developed a complex of the nose, as if the nose itself was a terrible sin, the evidence of some sort of moral inadequacy that I would have to deal with for the rest of my life.
Unless I would get a nose job.
But I did not have a nose job.
From the Ebook "The Paradox of the Roman Nose"
..."At some point in the process I naturally felt the impulse to celebrate the nose, in a ritualistic ceremonial of the overcoming of my sense of inadequacy and my fear of judgment. The whole process happened behind my comprehension, taking the form of a sculpture with voluptuous nostrils and a long trunk embellished by a diamond."
"I discovered, about a year later, that this primordial shape, which I called of course Nose, was a celebration of creativity, due to its obvious phallic shape and the gem on its tip, which recalled a drop of semen. The whole sculpture was hinting at fertility and I felt deeply satisfied with my design. "
"It seems like I embraced the idea of a masculine identity in the creative process of my artistic production. How much was I hiding of my true self in order to please a male-centered society? Was my Nose a totem that expressed with an elegant yet obvious design my subconscious feeling of inadequacy as a woman in a contest where women artists get mostly ignored? "
..."My noses began to develop a slot in the front, which was another obvious sexual symbol. A tiny vagina was growing on my Noses, which suggested that the masculine creative energy was merging into the feminine. My Noses were now finally complete; they were androgenic creatures that expressed my total and unconditioned commitment to my artistic production. "
End of quote.
Resin, acrylic paint, ashes and confetti.
My “Party Skulls” are molded on real infant skulls and yet those cute, almost droll skulls are wearing party hats.
Ebook available for download on Amazon.com - author page Maracole
“Youth is sweet and well, but doh, speed away! Let who will be gay… Tomorrow none can tell.” Lorenzo De' Medici
Ebook available for download on Amazon.com - author page Maracole
Let them eat cake!
This is a street art installation with ceramics and trash sofas, traveling across the most poor areas of the Los Angeles county. This installation underlines the paradox of the most civilized western societies, where the luxury of a headquarter like Beverly Hills is built on the struggle of the citizens that live for instance in Compton.
"My Party Hats are wearable ceramic accessories, and they are symbols of a festival of illusion (illusion of happiness and momentousness). If grouped, they can tell a story, like performing actors that transform into real protagonists of our social life. It is as if the costume takes over the human body, turning out to be more alive than the person."
Ceramic Party Hats on trashed sofa
Let Them Eat Cake!
This installation underlines the paradox of the most civilized western societies, where luxury and trash often coexist.
The idea for "Let Them Eat Cake" generated during my years in Los Angeles, when I was exposed to the scenario of wasteland of this consumerist western society.
I placed glossy ceramic sculptures (party hats) on trashed couches founded in the street, and I transformed them into a playful experience.
These trashed sofas I witnessed abandoned by the sidewalks all over the L.A. County, at times prestigious objects of interior design, at time relics of family memories and Ikea sales.
A couch can be a symbol of the mother/home, a womb, a place of consolation, creation and recreation. My party hats brought those abandoned couches back to life.
These trashed couches absorbed the energy of those who enjoyed them. In other words, a trash sofa is a remain, something that got lost, yet keeps peering through the surface.