In Florence Alfredo Pirri has shared his work to offer us a complex story which embraces the experiences of each one of us. All’orizzonte welcomed visitors to the first room of Galleria Secci by tracing mysterious landscapes, while the walls of the next room were “infringed” by the presence of apparently unworldly pictures, and in the basement Canto n. 1 (Song no. 1) with its reflected light, destabilised the boundary between reality and illusion; a short while after, the cloister of the Museo Novecento opened up further, into a kaleidoscope of the world, thanks to a large floor of mirrors, unrolled like a canvas to “paint” on as we solemnly followed the artist’s steps; lastly, sheets of Plexiglas populated by burgeoning life forms transformed the space of Galleria Il Ponte into a great aquarium, an “immense seabed” to be interactively explored.
Arabella Natalini, On the Horizon. Here and Elsewhere, text in the catalog

The enigma of Pirri’s work seems to be enclosed in the gentle and welcoming face of many of his works which appear indifferent to every mimesis of reality (decoration and furniture). Nevertheless, we obscurely note the certainty that they are instead addressed towards the things of the world, the “usefulness of art”, its capacity to spark (like lighting [accendere] a flame or taking out [accendere] a loan) latent and desired forms of life that the world tends to obscure and suffocate owing to a lack of air and light. In the rejection of mimetic production methods, namely reproductions or appropriations of the real, a work appears that, if anything, aims to uncover stifled ways of savouring things, to activate them with the energies imprisoned inside, to stimulate them with a question that brings them to life. Hence the critical potential of his works: the joy of the air and the colours of a possible world sometimes – by contrast, analogy or their very formal functioning – cause the emergence of phantoms of the real world, vast and pervasive social mechanisms, ethical and political lacerations.
Stefano Velotti, Alfredo Pirri’s Kindertotenlieder, text in the catalog