Danielle Sassoon, VIA FATEBENEFRATELLI 20

Room 9

All references to real events, real people and/or real things are purely coincidental.
Danielle Sassoon

“Rooms” in the room. “Rooms” of a past impregnated with fear and pain in a room invaded instead by the happy light of the Lombardy garden. Strips of suffering that take courage, that come out of the black hole in which they were holed up. It is the knot of the past that resurfaces as if out of necessity, taken by the hand of an unexpected destiny that is no longer an enemy. The mute pain of those rooms experienced by a wounded childhood takes on a voice. Visible pain, no longer an enemy, like a rediscovered companion on the road. One almost feels a desire to caress that pain, to finally take care of it. To repeat and repeat that it had and has a meaning.
Like so much female art in recent decades, Danielle Sassoon’s art is fiercely honest with itself. It makes no concessions. It lays the soul bare with rawness. But this does not prevent her from singing. In the room, the “rooms” finally sing their heartbroken song.

Danielle Sassoon was born in 1965 in Milano, where she lives and works.