“Never has diversity been such a terrifying guilt as in this era of tolerance.”

– Pierpaolo Pasolini –

This installation consists of an iron table (94x94x80 cm) on which three aluminum rollers rotate a strip of paper. A small motor controls the movement of a mechanical arm that holds a flower. The flower is inexorably guided towards the blade, leading it to an inevitable end.
I decided to name this work Tolerance, a purely nominal concept, as “real tolerance” would be a contradiction in terms. What is tolerated is something recognized as different but still deemed unacceptable.
As Pasolini reminds us, tolerance is simply a polite form of racism, which has nothing to do with true acceptance:
“I tolerate you as long as you become like me,” whereas “I accept you as you are.”