It is in the Object that the artist Antonio Ambrosino looks for the sense of his work. By modeling small blocks of a time decomposed by himself, fragmented. However, you can still read the sign of its marked and clear passing. A slow strain, dark, which almost seems to bring to the loss of a sense, because of its orderliness. His time does not have a cyclical movement nor an horizontal direction. His objects stand out towards the ceiling, to fill our imaginary space, taking from its own and bringing back portions of dark corners. Inverting the normal mechanism of vision for which light explodes in the darkness, which his way to operate Ambrosino is able to make the obscurity explode. It is the object that through its infinite folds suggests dynamism, distortion, injuries from a time which loses its mathematic approach to become an object you can manipulate. Portions of terracotta which come afloat from an interior magmatic ferment. Southern land, border land, land where the land ends, like Vinicio Capossela, an Italian singer, would say. Still, through his composition, he seems to suggest that beyond this black could tighten our look in a grip there is a resolute hypothesis. Small clear portions of those make us breath, in a rhythmic that appease the tension showing beyond the dark small bright symptoms of a reality which breaks. It is the infinite that appears.