review

Almost like birth and death, childhood and the old age are two areas bordering directly, evoked by Isabella Lotti of the sideral distance of her 30 years: children with old eyes or old women with a child's body, inadequate, fragile and alienated in that violent and unclear adult background. Of which we can see with disarming lucidity all the absurdities, misery, rudeness but also unavoidabality, not being able to cope with any way the abuse of power.
Isabella Lotti, little girl in tutù, ready for her dance show or better for her gallows, recalls ancestral, high/middle class state of soul, if it is permitted this comparison. Almost like a scream of degluted Munch, indifferent but doted with charm.
A charm later refound almost with amazement, releasing a surge of self therapy on casual surfaces and imperfections "like life", using pencils, chalks and wax crayons - instruments which immediacy recalls drawing precisely about childhood.
Francesco Ventura