three bamboo poles, the same center Continue reading “ON THE TARGET (a positive shot), 2016”
My work feeds on transformation
I don’t care about the media I use:
I rather care about their embodying a request.
I care about my work to be open and generative.
I take care of the process and don’t force events, I go with them.
This way, my works are born in my arms and the arms of people close to me
tribute to Yves Klein
Continue reading “Pantone 287c, 2015”
All You Feed is Love, Maybe is a living work in perpetual transformation.
rhythmic, apparent repetitions reveal fragile suspended micro-worlds. Bacterial colonies – organized by their own rules, in constant chromatic and morphologic change – are arranged to compose a quasi-crystal, so- called because of its quasi-periodic atomic structure, a redundancy of relations where time is a basic component, and one may as well wait for everything to go as it will.
we can provide the intent: to observe, as that is where the transformation begins Continue reading “All you feed is love, maybe, 2015”
What can you see from your window?
There are as many stories as there are windows on the world: every person has their own window, a space which from the inside opens out towards the outside, offering its own unique and personal perspective on the world and its own landscape.
Panorama is a sound installation that was designed specifically for San Gimignano’s Nottilucente festival in 2014.
For a week I interviewed the people I met (tourists as well as the inhabitants of San Gimignano) and asked them to respond in their own language to the question ‘“What can you see from your window?”and I then produced a single audio track with the various response I had collected. Panorama was played over a stereo system that was set up on the last floor of the Torre Grossa civic museum, next to a large window offering a view of the Tuscan landscape below it.
By listening to others, people can identify with them as they access and share their special landscape. Continue reading “Panorama, 2014”
every Petri dish is a stop, “another” period of time: that it took me to travel along the stops on the map of Milan’s red underground line everyday life mapped out by pre-established routes that are apparently linear Continue reading “Line 1, 2014”