IO CREDO NELL’INCONOSCIBILE

In 2024, I will turn 84, but in November. Hopefully, I will make it that far.
But mostly, I hope to remain sufficiently lucid despite my declining body – partly due to my vices – and to be able to tell those who come after me, or rather those who are already here and are polite enough to tell me nice things, something that arouses their interest, which they may pass on as well.
All things considered, this is life. I know. Tell what you know to someone who still doesn’t know. And tell them to say that again and again.
Beware, I know little. I know something about film. I also know something about life. But many people know that as well.
Tell them that I know mighty little about film compared to what they could come up with.
This art – and I mean art – is still entirely unexplored: what it used to be and what it will be like.
Perhaps we were the pioneers. But the future is theirs.
How can I not envy them? How can I not love them?
I believe in the unknowable. And I believe that, until they stop living on this Earth, humans will fight to go beyond the unknowable.
Perhaps it’s all in vain.
But long live the yearning to go above and beyond.
Long live the dream of being grains of sand in a multiverse that we can imagine but never see.

Estratto da 
Adriano Aprà, ‘Odio il Natale’, pubblicato su Alias de «Il Manifesto» il 23 dicembre 2023

An homage to Adriano Aprà
by Mario Santini
In collaboration with “Adriano agli amici” and “Fuori Orario – Rai Cultura”

spazio bianco gallery, fade to black.
The last show at the venue of the most free and independent Italian research projects which, after the Pasolini auditorium at the time of Satellite, welcomed film-makers who explore new territories using digital or film, photography or video installation.
Emerging film-makers such as Giorgiomaria Cornelio / Lucamatteo Rossi, Morgan Menegazzo / Mariachiara Pernisa, Federica Foglia and Erik Negro (who have sometimes had their first solo exhibition here) as well as Mario Martone and Franco Maresco. These directors could take advantage of the time dilation offered by an art gallery to present long-running theatre or TV projects, or to repropose their early works.
This experience comes full circle with due homage to Adriano Aprà, the most assiduous spectator of both Satellite and the gallery. Those of us, myself included, who grew up with his Festivals are especially indebted to him for helping us develop our own gaze and an idea of ‘new cinema.’ The homage to Adriano consists of a ceremony of listening to his voice through the films by three young film-makers and a collective that accompanied him over the years in both his private life and his always enthusiastic film research projects. This tribute will continue on a Rai Tre night-time broadcast of Fuori Orario, precisely because “eyes don't want to close, ever.”