Profuse rich boundless
It was in the time
of the joyous garden
But man erred
Trespassed in evil
Destroyed polluted that precious gift
That closed up singing.
It comes back magic and noble
only to those who know how to listen to its song.
The black of bronze, the precious patinas, the smoothness of marble, the gentleness of wood, the malleability of earth, are the strongly alluring elements that stimulate the “making and doing” of a person who works in a constant isolated struggle between his own private “pure” world and that other one, filled with vulgarity, error, violence; while he is attracted and repulsed by both of these worlds and incapable of detaching himself from either of them.
To analyze the levels at which the deep self of man enters into conflict with the outside world; to particularly highlight the essence of man in terms of that which surrounds him; to carry man to lofty moral heights: here are Franchi’s fields of research. He defines them in forms whose intrinsic working rules are underscored in the man-machine relationship, in man’s confrontation with memory, in the questioning dialogue with the host of angels of power and transcendence, to finally bear witness to our human loss with the decapitation of man’s eminent moral values.