Giving life to inert matter is a divine exercise that has always attracted and intrigued every sculptural artist. And the call of a genesis that has left its marks in the heart of the deepest cells.

It's as good a way as any to remind us that we are all at heart the product of a strange mixture, a crazy mixture of mud and stars. And that is why so, in that desperate attempt to manipulate matter, there is an act of great rebellion. One does not surrender to what is done, finished, accomplished, and one would like to redesign oneself, to explode in the universe above the skin, the thousand figures that dwell within the soul, to subvert orders, to overwhelm new universes and thus rebel, in a brazen way, against the laws that have always governed us. And in this journey towards the invisible goal, what exists is copied, a still emotion is depicted, frozen in time. But what we find in Andrea Roggi's works is perhaps something more, in them there is the drive of an inner energy that explodes until it freely penetrates the light itself, illuminating the air.

Like dancers who, at the height of their exertion, dance and hover in the air until they lose weight and merge with the sky, so the figures of this young artist from Castiglion Fiorentino, seem to naturally oppose the strong calls of the earth. Each of Roggi's figures presents transgressions. How else can one explain those geometries that transfigure the already perfectly harmonious and soft face of a woman to the point of making it even more beautiful? How else could one interpret those hairstyles that make the hair pierce the air, or that beautiful bronze that he calls 'Dream' and which shows us a portion of the female body that almost has the power to excite the observer's senses? If it weren't for those marks, those fingerprints so deliberately visible, but also so reassuring, that want to remind the beholder that life is elsewhere and that what they have in front of them is just fantasy that has become a body.

Travertine that becomes fertile landscape. Chromed tubes intersecting with stone and bronze, figures merging in a fertile attempt to fly into the oneiric. (...): Not to be missed above all to understand in his most beautiful works his most profound message, which he unwillingly confessed verbally: 'I am only trying to escape this destiny'.