Anna Scalfi Eghenter – COLLECTORS ANONYMOUS

Anna Scalfi Eghenter

COLLECTORS ANONYMOUS

Opening 03.10.25

Press release in interview format

 

 

Pinksummer (hereafter PS): “Socrates: What knowledge, then, can we say they had when they gave names and were legislators, before any names had been given and before they knew them, if it is not possible to learn things other than from names?”. In Cratylus, Plato contrasts the idea that names have a natural connection with things with the idea that they are, on the contrary, pure convention. Your Work deals with the rules of codes (of games, of the street, of legislation): do you think that your devices, your works, tend to show a natural and pre-existing truth, or that your translations and interpretations reveal their conventional and negotiable nature?

Anna Scalfi Eghenter (hereafter ASE): I am interested in understanding the rules of the game at play in every field I step into, and even further upstream, I am interested in experimenting the dynamics of access to that field — by what device arising from within it its vision may be renewed.

PS: Foucault taught us that language is never neutral, but part of a system of power that disciplines and normalizes. In your artistic practice, with its alternating peculiarities, linguistic subversion touches on paradox (such as that of opening a theatre with a supermarket during a pandemic), sometimes without embodying it; does this linguistic subversion also become a subversion of the devices of power?

ASE: I take pleasure in unveiling the paradox without resorting to the rhetoric of subversion preordained by the devices of power.

PS: Some Australian Aboriginal myths tell us that the world was sung into existence. Your works always seem to arise from an urgency to say something: do you believe that art can be a way of creating the world, or at least of bridging its contradictions through language? Can art be seen as a collective song that opens up new spaces of reality?

ASE: Urgency is a feeling that turns projective in the determination of its own realization.

PS: Huizinga and Caillois regarded play as a foundational matrix of culture. If, as in your performative practices, language is a game (with rules, roles, turns and moves), what is at stake for you — awareness? Freedom?

ASE: It is the process, the continuum and the instant that composes it, multiple and constructive — the balance in this permanent openness to renew awareness and possible freedom.

PS: In your Work you seem to constantly test the notion of boundaries — between art and society, between norm and subversion, and between language and “action without words or numbers”. For you, is language a doorway, a trap, or a means of inhabiting the world? Do you believe that renaming — or at least rechristening — the world can change it?

ASE: The frame may shift with every performance in act, regarded as object. The frame is the object.

PS: What is beauty?

ASE: Excluding the natural or the spiritual, it is a code whose presumption legitimizes practices of discrimination.

PS: We have the impression that Pinksummer, as a private gallery, is the ideal frame for the project you will be presenting; in this sense, we do not want to introduce your exhibition, as private galleries do, as your first solo show with us. We have no idea if there will be others — in fact, it seems to us that you like not having a gallery that represents you with solemn announcements, not having works ready and détourné to sell to collectors, having your own study center to support your hybrid productions, having founded Scalfi & Eghenter LTD to follow private commissions and finance projects that are yet to happen. We believe a project is on the table that suits you perfectly, and that you will negotiate with us. What will you present at Pinksummer?

ASE: Having avoided it with great determination over the years, there could be no more fitting occasion to begin collaborating with a private gallery of this kind, where it is necessary to the project itself. Here too, I have sought to understand the rules of the game in order to participate from my perspective, respecting the context, those who animate it, and with what aims. The work is the collectors — the lifeblood that can nourish research — these people from the real world who nonetheless divert extraordinarily into the complicity of imagining possible actions that are unrequested, unprecedented, irrational, and, at times, disorienting. In Genoa, at Palazzo Ducale, in your venue, I intervene on this: on the urgency felt by collectors to acquire a work and support the development of the research of which that object is part; on the aesthetic and conceptual fascination that compels them to participate. The project began in 2013 during fairs in Basel, London, Paris, and subsequently in Milan, publishing in major newspapers announcements for “anonymous collectors,” proposing mutual-aid meetings for those who cannot stop collecting contemporary art. Several sessions will take place, during which the shared content will be acknowledged and subsequently translated into another medium. Some will already be present in the space, while others will be added over the weeks. In the smallest room, where a staircase connects to inaccessible spaces, research artifacts are installed, potentially open to collectors’ participation, through which they can be reactivated and contextualized. Ready for any eventuality.

Technical support: FunnelArt by Cristian Pozzer

Michael Beutler – Onion

Pinksummer is pleased to announce

MICHAEL BEUTLER

Onion

opening February 14th, 2026 | 6.00 pm

On view through April 11th, 2026

Press release in interview format

Pinksummer: A paradox of philosophy is that it understands work as non-existent before Hegel if not as a formless mark of servitude, with few exceptions — such as the Sancta Regula set forth by Saint Benedict with its ora et labora, pray and work. As a matter of fact Hegel, in chapter IV of his Phenomenology of Spirit, focuses on the master-slave dialectic maintaining that work overturns its strengths, as the master, not working, depends on the workingman, and ends up losing touch with objective reality.

As the workingman, while working, impresses his form and rationality on matter, this act endows him with self-consciousness and a superior freedom. Hegel sees work as an act of human self-generation, a man is the result of his work. By satisfying the needs of civil society, work integrates the individual into a network of mutual dependence and cooperation. Through labor, one becomes a historical subject. Hegel only briefly glimpsed the danger of the mechanization of the human under the abstract and fragmented work brought about by the Industrial Revolution. Marx’s critique renders the concept of labor more material and sensuous, and above all understands the State as an instrument of the dominant classes, and capitalism as the economic distortion of a market detached from necessity and collective utility.

You have always maintained that, in relation to your work, the process is as important as the result, and that work—especially communal work—appears fundamental to any realization. We believe that you hold a conception of material labor that is profoundly spiritual with regard to self-generation, human formation and self-consciousness.

In 2026, workers are not only separated from the finished product, as they were after the industrial revolution; in this phase of financialized capitalism, workers are actually disconnected from their intelligence, which is sometimes used to train algorithms that could replace them. AI’s algorithmic management makes hiring, firing, and workload decisions based on big data. Corporate power becomes inscrutable, opaque, and difficult to challenge.

What would Hegel and Marx say today about the precarization of work, the wage compression, the de-professionalization, the real subsumption of work under digital capitalism? Will work ultimately exit humanity and fall into spurious algorithmic calculation?

 

Michael Beutler: I guess there will always be work, some of it quite detached and some as it always has been. There are works that AI cannot substitute, like the work of the plumber. And even though there is big research in how building processes could be individualized with AI and robotic tools… there is also the slow shift in understanding the limits of technology. Everything just becomes more complex and less enjoyable. There is a big longing for simpler routines, simpler and more communicative ways of working together. I believe that humans will keep work within their reach. But it is true the situation today is worrying and not everybody has the power to decide for themselves. I don´t want to imagine how many people will lose their jobs due to AI. What will they be doing instead?

 

PS: Your practice evokes DIY activism, the anti-consumerist approach, and the empowerment that promotes self-sufficiency, creating highly creative and collaborative alternatives that prepare an ontological substratum both among the teams you form and among visitors. Everyone becomes a participant, as in last year’s Bozar Monumental Flow Motion project in the Horta Hall. The manual machines you invent “on the job” for the
making of your installations are indispensable parts of the exhibition, as though highlighting the fertile relationship between work and knowledge typical of artisans, in a world dominated by AI automation.

In the past, progress and the flourishing of inventions were the work of manual workers operating in a collective environment, philosophically prepared by the Scientific Revolution: Thomas Newcomen, inventor of the steam engine in 1705, was a blacksmith; John Kay, who in 1733 invented the flying shuttle, a mechanical loom, was a cloth merchant; Abraham Darby, pioneer of the eighteenth-century iron industry, was a former miller turned founder. Workers with a strong will to experiment, and boundless energy. Social advancement often passed through the patent office.

Financialized capitalism, which soars on technological wings – as after all did the manufacturing one before it – relies on social consent. In this sense, social media and transnational fake-news factories are very much to its advantage.

We have always understood your technicalized aesthetic as a space of disobedience, and also as a survival strategy.

Is it the case that even today, no one should speak seriously about labor without having once smelled the scent of turned and milled metal?

 

MB: Well, no. Anybody should have the right to talk. I think it is good for everybody to understand that we all have different understandings of what we do. A manager, who never has touched wood, might have some good ideas about how to deal with a chair a carpenter has made. I think we are very lucky to in this world together and not alone. I feel no need to claim all the knowledge I have about the work I do. I make my work the way I do to be independent, but this doesn’t mean that I wouldn`t be interested in the opinion of someone who might not have a clue about what I do.

 

PS: You once said that, for a farmer, the most beautiful machine is the one that becomes so integrated into their agricultural system that it completely dissolves within it — completely dismantling, we might add, the notion of passive consumption. Do you believe it might be possible to take a step back and methodically imagine the idea of free expression without appearing foolish? Could this be the sense of the turning gate in the Onion exhibition you will present at Pinksummer, and of the Flow Motion at Bozar? Without nostalgic tropes, could they be loosely understood as Puertas del retorno, helping us reconnect somehow to what Hegel considered objective reality? The sense of the zoetrope within Flow Motion appeared to us as a form of training against illusions.

 

MB: I don’t know what Onion will do to people, or if it will turn and float or sink altogether… it is not finished yet. But Flow Motion was almost bizarre. It is so low tech. All that was there could have been made some hundred years ago… I really enjoy the simplicity and the way our own looking system tricks ourselves. That relation between ourselves and the structure is one special thing about this work, the really nice thing though is to experience the magic together: to observe how everyone else is also heavily wondering about reality as soon as they have entered the turning gate.

 

PS: We always have the impression, when faced with your work, that you manage to pull real, living rabbits out of metaphysical hats. Perhaps it’s just foolish imagination, but all this metaphor of rotating things, and in particular the idea of the turning gate, brought to mind the 2002 film by the Korean director Hong Sang-soo, On the Occasion of Remembering a Turning Gate: a film that speaks about love without being a sentimental film, a work in which contact is sought but emptiness is found. In the film, this line is spoken twice: “It’s hard to be human; let’s try not to become monsters.” The director draws from the Korean fable/legend about the commoner who falls in love with the princess and is reincarnated as a serpent which, following her, remains outside the temple gate — the turning gate, a gate of time — in an indeterminate and useless wait, until a storm of thunder and lightning frightens it and makes it flee backward. The turning gate appears as a metaphor for destiny, and speaking of serpents and Korea, we were also reminded of the figure of the imugi, an ancient serpent, a kind of divinity, an oracle that presides over the boundary between the sacred and the profane. The imugi dreams of becoming a dragon; it is a creature in the process of becoming, aspiring to a spiritual evolution and representing a potential not yet realized. If its attitude of desire and perseverance comes to fruition, it becomes a protector of waters and nature; if its will is frustrated, it becomes a vengeful spirit.

In this particular moment in History, humanity appears rather frustrated and vindictive: a rotating gate could resemble a symbol of life and of necessary change.

Speaking of memory, over five years and three months have passed since your last exhibition at Pinksummer, Keep Beating below 65°. It was October 2020; Covid had begun in February, people had remained shut inside their homes all spring, summer had allowed us to catch our breath again and in the press release interview for that exhibition you stated: “Covid 19 is still around and will only be dealt with when all are working together. The Internet has helped spread information and keep people busy in their lonely homes, but it also keeps spreading wrong information and a lot verschwörungstheorien. The internet provided a way to talk to my students, but meeting them in person after some months really made us very happy. So I guess, Keep beating below 65°, because we don’t want the beautiful foam to collapse. Energetic but careful beating, I would say. I so very much want to set up this tiny workshop in the gallery, that with just three or four people will make some nice foamy shapes, that will slowly grow together to shape some big structure, which will conquer the space, separate us from each other again, but hopefully also display the joy of its togetherly making.”

Precisely during the making of the exhibition, many people from the improvised team became ill with Covid, fortunately without any serious consequences — they were young. A long winter followed — not terrible in Italy like the first lockdown, but gloomy nonetheless.

Your words and that beautiful exhibition which excluded solitude had given us comfort, but since then the foamy forms of civil society appear somewhat collapsed, as if humanity were still trapped in an arcane defense mechanism activated to repel unpleasant emotionscaused by negative experiences. As if anxiety and fear had thrown us into a vicious circle. In this sense, could the turning gate represent a psychological mechanism of tightening, in consideration of the perspectives at play in the present — assuming that time remains linear, though like a coiled serpent?

 

MB: The turning gates and other works on water all create intense situations within which people usually come together. It is not so much the workshop of the last exhibition that created a social bond, but it is this strange visual experience you share with other visitors you mind find within the carousel (turning gates are of course also carousels, only you are not being moved… just mentally carried along.)

When you enter a gate, everything around you is moving. No sound is accompanying the movement and gives acoustic proof for the visual sensation. Your body feels the movement, but your feet are not walking. For the moment you might find yourself completely detached from the familiar space that the gallery promised you, as you came in and you might as well for the moment be detached from all the troubles out there. Pure physical magic sucks you in.

It was too much for quite some people in Flow Motion at Bozar. They quickly had to leave the inner circle and could take relief observing the constantly moving drum from the outside.

The observers themselves turn the gate. There only is movement when there is interaction. By the tip of your finger, you have the power to make the thing turn, for yourself and for everybody else.

The Onion depends on people as well. It invites you to play. Play has positive potentials and effects and is deeply connected to not only human creatures on this planet. Very many people simply heavily smiled sitting inside Flow Motion.

 

PS: Your new solo exhibition at Pinksummer is titled Onion, and on this as well we reflected in our own strange way. For the ancient Egyptians, the onion, with its concentric layers, with its “tunics”, represented eternal life; in biblical exegesis it was a symbol of corruption of the mind and stinging pain; in other times it was a symbol of duplicity, because of the false tears it provokes. The onion was also a tool in divinatory practices: girls undecided among suitors would carve each man’s initials into onions, and the one that sprouted first indicated the man to choose.

Naturally, Marina Abramović’s 1995 performance The Onion also came to mind. To simplify, we would say that the performance focused on the positive and liberating power of crying.

The Polish poet Wisława Szymborska, in a poem, speaks of the “onionhood” of the onion, which, “oniony” all the way to the core, “could look inside itself without feeling fear”.

Why did you Michael Beutler’s third Pinksummer solo show Onion?

 

MB: Because of an Italian childrens book Adventures of Cipollino. I tried to read it to my daughter, but I think I have to wait a little longer. This might be more of a coincidence. Another reason is the architectural use of the onion as a symbol for multiple thermic wall layers to create defined areas of specific temperature. Onion itself is a room inside the gallery, which itself is a room inside the palace. And there are more layers within Onion: a pool, a ring-shaped boat with another ring in its center and a pole as an anchor within this center. This pole prevents the boat from hitting the boundaries of the pool and at the some time allows for the buoyant movements of the structure. The center of the fountain is therefore not necessarily the center of the movement. The rotation not so much traces the line of a cirle, but rather maybe… an onion.

Mark Dion – THE MELANCHOLY ENTOMOLOGIST AND OF TALES OF ECOLOGICAL DESPAIR

Pinksummer is pleased to announce Mark Dion’s new exhibition

THE MELANCHOLY ENTOMOLOGIST AND OF TALES OF ECOLOGICAL DESPAIR

The exhibition will open on 10 May 2025, 6-9 pm

and will be on view until 13.09.2025


Opening hours: Tuesday to Saturday, 3 – 7.30 p.m. or by appointment

 

 

Press release in form of interview

 

Chapter I

DDT

Pinksummer: “To reflect on the ethics of love for all creatures in all its details this is the difficult task assigned to the time in which we live,” wrote musicologist physician Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965). Silent Spring the original title, the forerunner manifesto book of the Environmental Movement by biologist Rachel Carson is dedicated to Schweitzer and his special conception of ethics. Published in 1962 Silent Spring , it was a true denunciation with respect to the use of pesticides and herbicides , and it is also thanks to the book that in 1972 the use of DDT was banned in the United States, the insecticide was banned in Italy in 1978. Carson wonders why in those late 1950s the voices of spring, insects, birds were silent in many quarters of America. He goes on to explore the devastating effects of DDT, which not only harms wildlife but also destroys the entire ecological balance of water and soil, and concludes, “Are pesticides really necessary?”. The discovery of DDT was attributed in 1939 to Swiss chemist Paul Hermann Müller, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1948 “for the discovery of the great efficacy of DDT as a contact poison against many arthropods.” What did DDT, the first modern insecticide, represent to humanity in that hot, positivist era?

 

Mark Dion: What it represented was the control of nature. Like much of the post war positivist thinking around science, including the “Green Revolution”, the notion of better living through chemistry. ( The actual slogan of the DuPont Corporation was “Better Things for Better Living….Through Chemistry”). The idea that public good could be served by the application of new generations of chemicals including, fertilizers, biocides, water resistant compounds, lubricants, was largely unchanged until Rachel Carson and others looked at the undesirable ecological side effects of the massive application of industrial chemicals over time. While there was a lot of lip service to the control of nature in the service of humankind, the reality was that these innovations where profoundly in the service of capitalism first and human welfare second, and ecological well being not at all. All over the world, a pattern became well established of using science (chemistry, engineering, forestry, urban planning, etc.) for short term economic and social gain, while ignoring long term environmental and public health consequences. Rachel Carson is truly one of the legitimate heroes of the 20th Century. A gifted writer, uncompromising scientists and blessed with amazing courage and patience, she fought an unprecedented battle with industry and the state. She was of course correct about DDT and others Environmental poisons, but she had to withstand attacks from dirty industry executives, politicians and the press. They were mercilessly in their vitriol, which was often frankly misogynist. She prevailed and ushered in a new generation of environmentalists and protections for wild places and public health. Needless to say, pesticides are a necessity with regards to public health and agriculture as we practice them today. Biocides should be thought of as a last resort solution, and the long term consequences of their application must be throughly understood and the cost to the ecosystem considered paramount. We have learned in the west that the people who develop these chemical fixes can not be trusted to police themselves and must always be regarded as putting profit over safety.

 

Chapter II

Body Horror – Entomological Cinema and Literature

PS: With respect to the body-horror genre, insects take center stage both directly and mediately. Moving from Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, via David Cronemberg’s 1986 film The Fly, starring Jeff Goldblum, to Jan Mc Ewan’s 2020 The Cockroach, considered a political pamphlet homage to The Metamorphosis. Unlike Kafka’s mutant Gregor Samsa, who wakes up a giant insect, Mc Ewan’s Jim Sans, “a perceptive fellow, but not at all profound,” wakes up after a night of restless dreams as prime minister of England. Jim turned human takes very little time, unlike Gregor initially quite clumsy as an insect, to learn to move his hands, climb stairs with only two feet, and above all to effectively understand the use of Twitter. Seth Brundle, the protagonist of The Fly, whose mutation is not abrupt but progressive, unlike Gregor and Jim, beyond the shaggy hairs growing on his back, notices that something in him is changing because he feels stronger, more resilient, and sexually more performant, and since when the body changes the mind also follows, he becomes more and more arrogant. Both Seth and Kafka’s Gregor, The two protagonists who transform into insects, move from fear to curiosity, and the mutation at times is experienced as a kind of liberation. Do entomological literature and cinema represent the complex relationship between humans and insects? Does the insect represent the other than itself, even to the point of containing alien elements in relation to human perception?

 

MD: The insect is the ultimate other. So much of insect’s being, is an irritant to the modern urban sensibility of being beyond nature. Some of the disgust articulated in the fictions you mention relates to the uncanny aspects of insect body architecture- too many legs, a different kind of symmetry, strange transformative lifecycles, voracious eating habits, another kind of reproduction. Perhaps even more unsettling is the notion that insects remind us that we are also animals implicated in a complex web of life, which we just can’t seem to entirely control. Every cockroach in a kitchen, mosquito bite, head louse in a child’s classroom, reminds us that we have not yet transcended nature. Of course we hate to be reminded that we are animals because it also reminds us that we are mortal. So when we speak about being concerned about  insect population collapse, it can be a hard sell to a general public. “Good riddance”, many will respond, since they don’t realize how utterly dependent life on earth is on invertebrates. Sure it is easy to motivate people to save pandas, elephants and dolphins (survival of the cutest), although we are still not doing a very good job, but is difficult to motivate people to preserve insect population numbers. For many insects are synonymous with pests, despite the appeal of fireflies and butterflies.

 

Chapter III

Pasolini and the Disappearance of the Fireflies

PS: If Mc Ewan wrote The Cockroach in 2020 against Brexit, Pier Paolo Pasolini in the pages of “Corriere della Sera” in 1975, used the metaphor of the disappearance of the fireflies to launch a violent attack on the Christian Democrats, the then majority party in Italy. Pasolini begins by distinguishing Fascist Fascism from Christian Democrat Fascism, which he holds responsible for the sudden moral decline of the Italian people, transformed in a very short time into a people of consumers, forgetful of every value that had connoted them until then (homeland, family, religion, savings): “(…) That phenomenon that happened in Italy about ten years ago. In the early 1960s due to water pollution (the blue rivers, the clear irrigation ditches) fireflies began to disappear. The phenomenon was lightning fast and dazzling. After a few years the fireflies were gone.” Pasolini concludes with the phrase “I would give the entire Montedison for a firefly,” Montedison was an Italian industrial group dedicated to chemistry and agribusiness. Insects in fact are strong indicators with respect to the health of the environment, Pasolini traces the pollution of nature to moral decay, and this analogy could be applicable to the suffering of honey bees or other species of pollinating insects about human action. Dante in the Divine Comedy often mentions insects, and if in Paradise (Canto XXXI) compares the jubilation of the angels to a “host of bees bursting into bloom,” in Canto III of Inferno the sloths, including Pope Celestine V who had abdicated, are tormented naked by flies and wasps until they bleed. Dante died of malaria, by the way. In ancient times, the invasion of locusts or other insect pests was actually perceived as synonymous with man’s moral decay.What does the melancholic entomologist think about these analogies flowing from the natural environment to human moral decay in this world of ours in which global extracinic capitalism has become turbocharged and supranational?

 

MD: In the phenomenon of insect population collapse we have a paradigmatic example of The West’s suicidal relationship to the nature world. The instruments of this suicide, are not razors, revolvers, pills or train tracks, but a myriad of factors from pesticides and light pollution, to unwise land use and pollution. The driving factor is not depression and hopelessness but extreme capitalism. The drive to protect insects is not merely aesthetic or ethical, as valuable as these factors are, but overwhelmingly it is essential to survival. We must protect insects out of self preservation. Insects provide so many ecological services from pollination to food for vertebrates like birds, to being essential in the process of cycling nutrients and energy. Living in the USA at the moment, is to witness the triumph of the values of extreme capitalism over all other systems of value. The only system of value in place seems today or those of money and power, short term gain and making an overwhelmingly beneficial deal. The consequences of this intensely antisocial value system are reflected in ethical breakdown and the rise of authoritarianism, and this will have deep and pernicious results. Part of this culture of brute capitalism is also a breakdown in rationality and dismissal of long term research science. Without committed long term environmental research it is impossible to understand the scope of ecological degradation. Part of the melancholic aspect of our entomologist is that the scope of environmental catastrophe is overwhelming. I read extensively on the subject of “the insect apocalypse” and became interested in a number of aspects of the situation. The first is that the phenomenon was first identified by amateurs rather then entomologists working for the state or a University or museum. I loved how this seemed like a bridge to old fashioned natural history study, where citizen science played such a huge role. Something else that was inspiring was how international and cooperative the discipline seems to be, with scientists and amateurs sharing information across the globe. I was very influenced by Elizabeth Kolbert’s profile of Dr. David Wagner, an insect biologist from University of Connecticut. Since so little good news is coming from the world of invertebrate studies, I imagined him as necessarily being melancholic. Ironically when I meet him he told me he was not melancholic but rather fired up and activated. He said now is the moment for action and engagement and there is not time for melancholy. While I agree, I also think mourning is an appropriate response for our moment and it definitely does not exclude action.

 

Chapter IV

Insects Food of the Future

PS: And what does your entomologist protagonist think when it is announced to him with tractousness that insects will be our food of the future? What insects are we talking about? Considering that insects have declined by 80 percent in recent decades, and he knows that insects are the lynchpin of biodiversity: they are consumers and food for birds and reptiles, and without insects there would no longer be 70 percent of the plant species we know. There are some who even in postmodernity call for the return of DDT to defeat the Anopheles mosquito in Africa, which is responsible for malaria.

 

MD: There have long been calls for insects to be used as food in the future. It seems to be a pretty narrow group of insects they consider for consumption, which includes crickets and grasshoppers. This may solve some human protein problems but it will have no impact on insect diversity issues, other then freeing up land now used for cattle and feed crops. Considering the interconnectedness of things a sharp drop in any population of organisms is something to be concerned about. Other vertebrates subsistence on insect consumption- birds, fish, reptiles and quite a few mammals. Numerous plants depend of insect pollination. As you say, many  insects are indicator species, giving us a glimpse into the wider environmental health of an ecosystem. When we are getting such clear feedback messages from the world around us, it is at our peril that we ignore it. I don’t see a widespread return to DDT or at least not to the excesses of its previous use. The battle with the Anopheles Mosquito is a example of evolution in process. As we apply new technologies of exclusion, biological and chemical control the mosquito constantly evolves to thwart our efforts to extinguish it. While it is amazing to see how quickly evolution can work, this is serious since the mosquitoes transmit the organism which causes malaria which effects tens of thousands of people.

 

Chapter V

The Devil’s Garden

PS: Speaking of biodiversity and monocultures, in the highly human-risk rainforests of the Amazon, biodiverse areas par excellence, one sometimes comes across mysterious areas where biodiversity disappears, and only Duroia hirsuta trees stand there. Local people call these areas Devil’s garden. The responsibility for the monoculture of Duroia hirsuta lies not with an evil spirit but with a species of ant, the Mymelachista schumanni that nests in the Trunk of this tree, killing with lethal doses of formic acid every other plant species in these areas, thus the ant ensures its colony an abundant amount of nesting sites. A long-term benefit, considering that colonies of Mymelachista schumanni can live up to 800 years. Isn’t the behavior of the lemon ant awfully similar compared to our intensive agriculture? Could planet Earth live if it was turned into an immense Devil’s garden?

 

MD: Perhaps the question should be, would it be worth living on an earth which was only a Devil Garden. Maybe these ant colonies seem particularly frightening since we see ourselves, in our immense transformative power, reflected in them. I am very drawn to ecological parables like the one about the Devil Garden. When I stated making the kind of work I do today, in the late 1980s, many of my sculptures and installations took such tales of ecological calamity as a starting point. This was pretty much the moment when the term Biodiversity was coming into popular use. It is such a beautiful and powerful idea, meaning the variety and variability of life on earth. I think discovering the notion of biodiversity somehow gave meaning to my practice of as an artist. With so many artist form my generation, it is easy to understand what we are against, being so critically focused, but it is not always easy to understand what we are for. I am for biodiversity. The story of the Devil’s Garden is a great illustration of the unforeseen consequences of environmental destruction. Once something is degraded, and then left to recover, there is no guarantee what returns will be the same things the site started with. Something will come back, but probably not what was there before. The same is true for fisheries. If one takes all the fish, eventually something will return to fill the empty niche but not often exactly the same fish.

 

Chapter VI

Donald Trump insect unconscious

PS: These days there is much talk about Trump and his tariffs that rattle Markets from East to West, traversing the globe in a divisive sense. Wouldn’t it be wacky if your entomologist produced a dream of the body-horror genre, turning the controversial American president into an insect. What insect with a Latin name could be the one dreamed up by the unconscious creativity of the melancholy entomologist?

 

MD: It is an insult to the world of invertebrates to call Trump an insect. Even a virus does not deserve the indignity of comparison to the President. Much worst then body-horror fiction is the culture of sadism and injustice daily paraded on American screens.

Perhaps if we did need to give him a Latin binomial name it could be Necrophorus Rex. King of the Dead.

 

 

Thanks to Monica Rivera for her precious research

 

Special thanks to Strega del Castello

for having shared with us some of the secrets of her enchanted world

Anna Scalfi Eghenter – COLLECTORS ANONYMOUS

Pinksummer è lieta di annunciare la nuova mostra di Anna Scalfi Eghenter

COLLECTORS ANONYMOUS

Opening il 3 ottobre 2025, 18.00 – 21.00

Orari di apertura: da martedì a sabato, 15.00 – 19.30 o su appuntamento

 

 

Comunicato stampa in forma di intervista

 

Pinksummer (d’ora in poi PS): “Socrate: quale conoscenza dunque possiamo dire che costoro avessero quando posero i nomi e furono legislatori, prima ancora che alcun nome fosse stato dato e che quelli lo conoscessero, se non è possibile imparare le cose altrimenti che dai nomi?”. Nel Cratilo, Platone mette in tensione l’idea che i nomi abbiano un legame naturale con le cose e quella che essi siano, al contrario, pura convenzione. Il tuo Lavoro tratta con le regole dei codici (del gioco, della strada, della legislazione): pensi che i tuoi dispositivi, le tue opere, tendano a mostrare una verità naturale e preesistente oppure che le tue traduzioni e interpretazioni ne rivelino il carattere convenzionale e negoziabile?

Anna Scalfi Eghenter (d’ora in poi ASE): Mi interessa capire le regole del gioco in atto in ogni campo di cui varco la soglia, e ancora a monte mi interessa sperimentare le dinamiche di accesso a quel campo, con quale dispositivo emerso da quel campo se ne può rinnovare la visione.

PS: Foucault ci ha insegnato che il linguaggio non è mai neutro, ma parte di un sistema di potere che disciplina e normalizza. Nella tua pratica artistica, con le sue peculiarità alternate, la sovversione linguistica sfiora, talvolta senza incarnarlo, il paradosso (come quello di aprire un teatro con un supermercato durante una pandemia); questa sovversione linguistica diventa anche sovversione dei dispositivi di potere?

ASE: Mi diverte svelare il paradosso senza la retorica della sovversione predisposta dai dispositivi di potere.

PS: Alcuni miti aborigeni australiani raccontano che il mondo è nato cantandolo. Le tue opere nascono sempre da una urgenza di dire qualcosa: credi che l’arte sia un modo di “creare il mondo”, o quantomeno di colmare le sue contraddizioni attraverso il linguaggio? Può essere l’arte un canto collettivo che apre nuovi spazi di realtà?

ASE: L’urgenza è un sentimento che diventa progettuale nella determinazione del suo concretizzarsi.

PS: Huizinga e Caillois hanno visto nel gioco una matrice fondativa della cultura. Se, come nelle tue pratiche performative, il linguaggio è un gioco (con regole, ruoli, turni, mosse), nel tuo caso la posta in gioco è la consapevolezza? La libertà?

ASE: È il processo, il continuum e l’istante che lo compone multiplo e costruttivo. L’equilibrio in questa disponibilità permanente a rinnovare la consapevolezza e la libertà possibile.

PS: Nel tuo Lavoro sembri mettere costantemente alla prova l’idea di confine – tra arte e società, tra norma e sovversione, tra linguaggio e azione “senza parole e senza numeri”. Il linguaggio per te è una porta, una trappola o uno strumento di abitazione del mondo? Credi  che rinominare o quantomeno ribattezzare il mondo possa cambiarlo?

ASE: Il frame può cambiare ogni performance in atto ritenuta oggetto. Il frame è l’oggetto.

PS: Che cos’è la bellezza?

ASE: Esclusa quella naturale o spirituale è un codice la cui presunzione legittima pratiche di discriminazione.

PS: Abbiamo come l’impressione che Pinksummer, in qualità di galleria privata, sia il frame ideale del progetto che presenterai; in questo senso non vogliamo introdurre la tua mostra, come accade facciano le gallerie private, come la prima personale con noi. Non abbiamo idea se ce ne saranno altre – e anzi a noi sembra che ti piaccia non avere una galleria che ti rappresenti con annunci solenni, non avere opere pronte e détourné da vendere ai collezionisti, avere il tuo centro studi per affiancare le tue produzioni ibride, aver fondato Scalfi & Eghenter LTD per seguire le commissioni private e finanziarti i progetti che ancora devono accadere. Sul piatto crediamo ci sia un progetto che ti calza a pennello, e che negozierai con noi. Che cosa presenterai da Pinksummer?

ASE: Avendolo evitato con molta determinazione nel corso degli anni, non potrebbe esserci occasione più giusta per iniziare a collaborare con una galleria privata di questa, in cui è necessaria al progetto stesso. Anche qui ho cercato di capire le regole del gioco per partecipare dal mio punto di vista, rispettando il contesto, chi lo anima, con quali obiettivi.  L’opera sono i collezionisti, la linfa che può nutrire la ricerca, queste persone del mondo reale che però deviano straordinariamente nella complicità di immaginare possibili azioni non richieste, senza precedenti, irrazionali, talvolta spiazzanti. A Genova, in palazzo Ducale, nella vostra sede, intervengo su questo, sull’urgenza da parte dei collezionisti di acquistare un lavoro e sostenere lo sviluppo della ricerca di cui quell’oggetto è parte.  Sulla fascinazione estetica e concettuale che li induce a partecipare. Il progetto iniziò nel 2013 durante le fiere a Basilea, Londra, Parigi e successivamente a Milano, pubblicando nei maggiori quotidiani degli annunci per “collezionisti anonimi”, proponendo riunioni di mutuo aiuto per coloro che non possono smettere di collezionare arte contemporanea. Avranno luogo varie sessioni, durante le quali prendere atto dei contenuti condivisi, che verranno a loro volta tradotti su altri supporti. Alcuni saranno già presenti nello spazio, altri verranno aggiunti nel corso delle settimane. Nella stanza più piccola, dove una scala collega a spazi senza accesso, sono installati artefatti di ricerca eventualmente aperti alla partecipazione dei collezionisti, tramite i quali possono essere riattivati e contestualizzati. Pronti ad ogni evenienza.

Tomás Saraceno – ANIMA∞LE

 

Pinksummer is pleased to announce the new exhibition by Tomás Saraceno – ANIMA∞LE

The opening will be on November 30, 2024, 6-9 pm, and will be on view until 01.03.2025

Opening hours: Tuesday – Saturday, 3 – 7.30 pm

 

Press release

 

In the beautiful text that Tomás Saraceno wrote for the catalogue of the exhibition held at the Serpentine in 2022, Web(s) of Life, after stating that the Aerocene Foundation since 2015 directly supports activities that neither the artist’s galleries nor the Studio Saraceno with their art productions can support, with respect to solidarity and real activism against water-consuming lithium mining in places in the ‘Global South’ where the element is precious for the sustenance of the peoples and creatures of those latitudes: “An agreement with my galleries also means that any revenue from artworks that connect to Aerocene is distributed three-fold: one third to the studio, one to the galleries, and another to the communities of Salinas Grandes and Laguna de Guayatayoc via a local NGO in Argentina called FARN” and continues: “We also have to ask where our guests come from. Who are they? What happens when a museum takes non-human visitors into account? Who has the power to decide this? We welcomed dogs to our exhibition and they count as visitors in our statistics. Would all the birds and spiders stay after the exhibition? Will some of the bird houses become standard? While I cannot remunerate the spider/web, whose authorship and wisdom finds a central place in Web(s) of Life, we continue to seek non-extractive and sensitive ways to support the research and practice of those in the Arachnophilia community; […] whose practice of Ŋgam dù divination reveals a true interspecies dialogue. […]  As well, we have discussed how the Cloud Cities sculptures, when they are occupied by birds, should remain in place, and that the ownership of such an artwork would be extended to instantiate its flying guests as co-owners together with future collectors. Degrowing ownership… regrowing stewardship… we have called this a certificate of authenticity, that states: if a collector purchases the sculpture, they will co-own it together with the bird, and will not be allowed to ship or move it so long as the birds continue nesting inside of it.” and finally Saraceno states: “With the image of a dormant seed, in a latent state of hope, myself and many others have tried to make a small contribution to the movement of degrowth, by appending to it the notion of re-growth – a marker of regeneration rather than negation. This project is an imperfect, slow and sometimes bumpy attempt to take steps towards a less extractive and more eco-social transition; not only a transition in flows of energy, but in the movement and exchange of knowledge and the ways in which different forms of knowing are respected, supported and valued.”

 

Anima∞le exhibition will present a form of Cloud Cities, if we want to be less austere, theoretical and elegant, but also welcoming to non-human visitors: spiders, insects, birds, dogs and in Genoa at Pinksummer even cats. A declination of Cloud Cities that focuses even more on the theory that the universe has no borders and that it also belongs to non-humans of all species to whom we share the same destiny, especially in the face of the awareness of the ecological threat.
That dormant seed of hope of which Saraceno writes, with respect to finding the step towards less extractive and more eco-social behaviour, is also manifesting itself with the changing relationship of our complex human society towards animals. As an article in ‘Wired’ by Marco Grieco discusses, ‘Do animals have a soul? Now even the Church wonders’: in the hyper-extractive executive period of the economic boom, the cinema staged Alfred Hitchcock’s Birds (1963), Steven Spielberg’s Jaws (1975), accurately framing the conflictual relationship between man and the rest of the animal kingdom, an attitude faithful to a boundless modern fairy tale tradition. In 2019, the Netflix series Hands Off Cats: Hunt for an Online Killer reverses the perspective. Inspired by a true story, the series begins with two internet nerds who do not know each other and met online because they were both shocked by a video of someone killing two kittens. Together with others, they decided to find the killer, working as investigators without leaving home. Using the technology they unearth clues, connect the dots to find places, times and a face, that finally of Luka Magnotta, the cat killer who will also turn out to be the murderer of Chinese student Jun Lin in Montréal.
Those who are ferocious towards non-human animals are often ferocious towards those of their own kind. In Bret Eston Ellis’ latest novel The Shards, the serial killer named in the book Trawler, just before killing his human victim, kidnaps and tortures his pets and those in the neighbourhood. Reading the novel each time the young protagonist, Bret, returns to his wealthy home on Mulholland Drive in Los Angeles, bereft of parents perpetually on holiday in Europe, a dense anxiety assails us until the little dog, Shingy, shows up.
Porphyry of Tyre (3rd century A.D.), whose writing from the fragments hints at a kind of contemporary publicist, as a good neo-Platonist takes up the Pythagoreans and in his treatise De Abstinentia states that he who loves animate nature will hate no class of innocent beings, and the more he loves the whole, the more he will cultivate justice.
Porphyry also states that the vegetarian diet makes one better off than the carnivorous diet because it provides a sense of peace of reason.
Konrad Lorenz, for his narrative essay on the behavioural language of non-human animals, King Solomon’s Ring, moves from the legend that the king possessed a ring that gave him the power to talk to animals, suggesting that the mythical ruler’s wisdom derived from this very practice.
With respect to Leonardo da Vinci, Vasari states: ‘Truly admirable and celestial was Leonardo…. And since he owned almost nothing, and little work, he continually kept servants and horses, of which he took great delight, and particularly of all the other animals, which he governed with great love and patience. And he often showed him that when he passed by places where birds were sold, he would often take them out of their cages by hand and pay the seller the price that was required, and then he would throw them into the air in flight, restoring their lost freedom’. It is said that Leonardo did not eat meat. On the other hand, even in Genesis God invites humans to eat the fruit of trees and not animals, and it seems that primitive Christians adhered to this precept, as did Francis of Assisi later.
In the same article on the soul of animals in ‘Wired’, we read based on precise statistics that in Italy in 2020, the year of the pandemic, there was a boom in the adoption of dogs and cats for a total of 17,600 pets, 15% more than the previous year, and that even at the table Italy is changing, despite being the fourth largest producer of beef in Europe, consumption has fallen by a third in the last ten years.
Assuming that humans does or does not possess an immortal soul, it is indeed difficult or somewhat irrational to think that the breath of animals is more reluctant to some metaphysical ascension. On the other hand, there have been times in History when women were also said to lack divine breath, like other human species considered inferior. The patriarchal culture is still unreasonable, even from the capitalist point of view of finance, disengaged from any form of production, other than money for money’s sake, even the new digital over-performing one.
We want to believe that these Cloud Cities sculptures by Tomás Saraceno to welcome the ‘zóa’ contain the seed of hope that leads to the manifestation of a renewed and more evolved world in which heifer/calf and lioness/lion will graze together with a little girl/boy, to quote the Isaiah of the Bible.
Welcome will be your non-human animals in this exhibition by Tomás Saraceno, and welcome too will be those that we hope will come unaccompanied by humans to take possession of the Cloud Cities sculptures for birds and insects placed in the Cortile Maggiore of Palazzo Ducale, in Genoa.
We would like to conclude with Aesopo’s fable The Spider and the Podagra, but it does not seem appropriate, Cloud Cities fighting borders and specism, wants to go beyond divisive forms of classism. As if to say that everyone would benefit from a certain kind of degrowth that implies the necessary return of Welfare, which has been swallowed up by the insane capitals of neo-liberalism of individual matrix induced by globality in fact a bit of papier-mâché, like a theatrical backdrop hiding the backstage.
Rather, we leave space to Alberto Pesavento – founding collaborator of the Museo Aero Solar community with Saraceno; a community whose vision also contributed to the formation of the Aerocene Foundation – and today beekeeper, who will tell us about a special artwork that will be presented in the exhibition.

 

Title “Out-of-cell time”
Series of natural honey combs built by honeybees inside a beehive crown board, placed upside down over the nest by the beekeeper.
The beekeeper: “Sometimes the bees go for a walk nearby and bring everything they need with them: wax and honey. It seems that the bees prefer to occupy this empty space rather than the one we usually provide them with: a human-sized hive.”
All proceedings of this art work will be used to preserve small scale sustainable beekeeping and educational projects about honeybees.
In collaboration with âseméil
www.asemeil.it

 

 

Pinksummer thanks for the support
Painting S.R.L. Verniciature Industriali, Luzzara RE, Italia

Peter Fend – Azioni Sulla Terra

 

Pinksummer is pleased to announce the new exhibition by Peter Fend – ACTIONS ON EARTH
The exhibition will open on 19 October 2024, 6 – 9 p.m., and will run until 20 November 2024
Opening hours: Tuesday to Saturday, 3 – 7.30 p.m.

 

PRESS RELEASE

 

<<The main works on display were produced in 2019-2020 for Manifesta, a European biennial for cities in crisis or change, then sited at Marseille.

Upon arrival in Marseille, in 2019, Fend was driven to meet with officials from the Port and the Marseille office of the company Interxion. The company headquarters a network of submarine telecommunications cables from Europe throughout Africa and southern Asia. The network extends from Ireland to western France to all port-cities of Africa and south Asia, on to Hong Kong.   The network includes the bulk of internet. This is a physical reality faced by China, India, Iran and all of Africa.

Now, Africa is a battleground between China, the US, Italy and the EU (“Operation Mattei)”, India, Turkey and Russia. What are the rules of the game?

As stated, Fend began his adult life with a rejection of the World Bank and Western colonialism.  That was in 1974.  Now, in the 21st century, it has become fashionable.  But in what way?  The Italian Government presented at the UN, in 2018, a proposal for organizing all the world according to the Ocean.  The UN Environment Program has started, also since 1974, a Regional Seas Program.   Fend has talked with top people at the UNEP, and at the Regional Seas Program, conceived by a Yugoslav (not Croatian , he insisted) named Stepkjan Keckes.  Throughout, all terrain is demarcated according to its drainage into salt seas.  

Thinking in a similar way, the Italian Government led a conference at the UN General Assembly, with three countries as sponsors: Italy, Monaco, Palau.  The Italian lead speaker was Andrea Orlando, who was Minister of the Environment in 2013-14.  What would he say now?  And what did he, actinag as the head of hte Ministry of Environment, say then?  and what would Giorgia Meloni say in promoting Operation Mattei throughout the Mediterranean and Africa, in line with recent EU policy directives?

The Italian government has joined the European fisheries-based programme, called Fisheries Local Action Group (with acronym “FLAG.”). Fend has produced a saltwater-basin map of EACH of the 67 FLAGS  of Italy.  He did so using the 1959 Irish (also EU member) law for organizing al of Ireland (including the UK-held part) in its saltwater bays, or “hydrometric areas.”  Fend travels next to Ireland on this practice. It coherently organises the whole world in this way.  That’s because he rejects any notion of motherland or fatherland, saying that the only territorial imperative is preservation and strength of the Mother Ocean.

Because of Italian laws and practices, Fend sees himself here as less an artist advocating something new than a midwife helping give strength and legal power to already-achieved initiatives within the Italian State.

Historical results are intended.

The results are summarized in a poster produced by Fend and Canadian collaborator Ryan Foerster for a show in NY in March 2024 called RODENTS RESTORE AMERICA, from the Antarctic to the Arctic”. 

Responding to an empire made rich by companies like Apple and Microsoft, namely the “People’s Republic of China,” Fend has built on art overtures to Documenta, various biennals and scientific conferences, that humanity should be subordinated to the needs of BIRDS, REPTILES, INSECTS, CARRION (us mammals), SEAFISH.  

The days of “peoples” are over.  Now it’s time for restoration of all the wild animals.

Such wss intended for Manifesta in Marseille.  But… but… as too often occurs, someone in some country made a big mistake.  The PRC made a mistake in Wuhan.

The mistake led to a pandemic.   The pandemic shut down the exhibition in Marseille.

What we show now comes four years delayed.

What Fend shows altogether is about forty to fifty years delayed.   Most of the blame falls on the entrenched means of production:  petroleum, nuclear, high dams, solar farms.  They fight tooth and nail, often with murder, to stay dominant.   For Fend, this was a huge surprise.  He thought the US Constitution and Declaration of Independence, and all the treaties worldwide, would give him a business chance.  Not so.  Not at a ll.

We  try for progress here in Italy.  

Every document shown is as accurate as possible.  It is a scientific record of specific places within the Eastern Hemisphere, extending from Ireland to Hong Kong.

Then logic comes from Marcel Duchamp’s main icon of our time:  the Urinal.  

Earth art is intended next, especially in the deserts now stretching from Dakar to Beijing.  

We aim, in collaborative teams, to go not “forward” but “very far backwards,” to about 6,000 years ago, when places like the Sahara and Arabia were populated by hordes of wild animals.  Doing this, we act on a request made to Ocean Earth by the Algerian Ambassador to France in 1985.  He asks, can the giant earthworks we saw with satellites of the Iran-Iraq war zone, all very similar to works by pioneering Earth Artists, be 

constructed again, in North Africa, to restore the savannah that long ago thrived?

Our aim:  REVERSE DESERTS.

Our chief mens:  restoring rodent populations in what is now desert,  with huge in-flows of migratory birds and insects, so that water inn the soil, below ground, becomes abundant again.

Not too soon could this happen.  Witness the desertification now in Sicily.

What is, as sloganed in Milan. in the 1970s, “the appropriate response to recognized conditions”? 

Do we show that in Pinksummer?

Maybe these points help.

Peter Fend is a US citizen who has always sought to be responsive to the main problems facing the world during his life.

In Milan during the 1970s, according to a Magazin Kunst article, art was seen to be “the appropriate response to recognized conditions.”

The recognized condition now, and for some decades already, has been that humanity is destroying its wildlife basis for survival.  

If humans continue to destroy the tropical rainforests, or the ocean in its fisheries splendor, or the Poles in their climate control, they will descend further into what happens now:  extreme weather, desertification, plague and war.  

Anything like an “appropriate response” has not started.  A scale of action should be in the billions of Euros.

The works that Fend shows should lead to projects on site of large, military-scale budgets.  In the billions.  

Ideas from the art of the past two centuries, when converted into technology, or means of production, can meet the present needs.

This does not happen because those now in power maneuver to stay in power, delaying needed changes, and the realm of invention, such as art, avoids the historical realities

and chooses rather to be tolerated as “harmless.”

On most everything he shows, Fend publishes in the scientific world, and in political contexts like the US Congress and United Nations, as well as think tanks about ecological and military matters.  The ideas come from art, ut the art world is only one venue.

Everything shown is meant to happen in historical and economic reality. 

Any viewer can come, see and ask questions.  All objections or debates are welcome.

About Fend’s life.  Upon graduation from college, academically qualified for top PhD or law programs, Fend traveled to California then to Washington, DC, where he was offered a job at the World Bank.  But a week of trying out the job was a shock:  he saw that the World Bank was perpetuating 19th century colonialism.  Now he thinks. the UN does this.  Away out was early conceived:  to organize all territory on Earth according to drainage into saltwater seas.  The same organizing could be done on the Moon, or Mars, or anywhere else that humans want to settle.   Most essential are means of production that preserve the diversity of huge numbers of wild animals and plants on which we depend  Thus, Fend rules out extraction of fossil fuels, or indestructible nuclear fuels, or high dams (blocking the flow of nutrients to the Sea), or solar panels over terrain.  What are the means of production all at the primary-sector level, that increase the Natural Bounty that should be surrounding us.  The soldier-poet Spenser wrote that “art is that by which Nature makes more Nature.”  Everything displayed at Pinksummer this Autumn has that purpose.>>

Peter Fend

We decided that the press release should come directly from the artist’s keyboard, written in the third person.Although Peter Fend calls himself a physiocrat and as such acts in immanence, we believe that his work is intimately connected to the American Transcendentalist movement, and in this sense we dedicate to him a few short stanzas quoted in Walking by Henry David Thoreau:

When he came to the grene wode,
In a mery mornynge,There he herde the notes small
Of byrdes mery syngynge
It is ferre gone, sayd Robyn,
That I was last here;
Me lyste a lytell for to shote
At the donne dere.*

*‘Arriving in the green wood/one bright morning/he heard the harmony/of the birds’ merry song/it is long said Robin/that I have not come here;/I would like to hunt a little/the brown deer’.
From ‘A Little Geste of Robin Hode’ see Robin Hood: A collection, London 1823, p.58.

 

Peter Fend – AZIONI SULLA TERRA

Pinksummer è lieta di annunciare la nuova mostra di Peter Fend – AZIONI SULLA TERRA

La mostra inaugurerà il 19 ottobre 2024, ore 18-21, e sarà visibile sino al 20 novembre 2024

Orari di apertura: da martedì a sabato, orario 15 – 19.30

 

Comunicato stampa

<< Le opere principali in mostra sono state realizzate nel 2019-2020 per Manifesta, una biennale europea per città in crisi o in cambiamento, allora ospitata a Marsiglia.

All’arrivo a Marsiglia, nel 2019, Peter Fend è stato accompagnato a incontrare i funzionari del porto e la sede di Marsiglia della società Interxion.  La società gestisce una rete di cavi di telecomunicazione sottomarini dall’Europa all’Africa e all’Asia meridionale.  La rete si estende dall’Irlanda alla Francia occidentale, a tutte le città portuali dell’Africa e dell’Asia meridionale, fino a Hong Kong.   La rete costituisce sostanzialmente Internet.  Questa è una realtà fisica che Cina, India, Iran e tutta l’Africa devono affrontare.

Ora l’Africa è un campo di battaglia tra Cina, Stati Uniti, Italia e UE (“Operazione Mattei”), India, Turchia e Russia.  Quali sono le regole del gioco?

Come detto, Fend ha iniziato la sua vita adulta con il rifiuto della Banca Mondiale e del colonialismo occidentale.  Era il 1974.  Ora, nel XXI secolo, tale rifiuto è diventato una sorta di moda.  Ma in che modo?  Il governo italiano ha presentato all’ONU, nel 2018, una proposta per organizzare tutto il mondo secondo l’Oceano.  Il Programma ambientale delle Nazioni Unite ha avviato, sempre dal 1974, un programma marino regionale.   Fend ha parlato con i vertici dell’UNEP e del Programma regionale dei mari, ideato da uno jugoslavo (non croato, ha insistito) di nome Stepkjan Keckes.  Tutti i terreni sono delimitati in base al loro drenaggio nei mari salati.

Pensando in modo simile, il governo italiano ha guidato una conferenza all’Assemblea Generale delle Nazioni Unite, con tre Paesi come referenti: Italia, Monaco e Palau.  Il relatore principale italiano era Andrea Orlando, che è stato ministro dell’ambiente nel 2013-14.  Cosa direbbe ora?  E cosa disse lui, allora a capo del Ministero dell’Ambiente? E cosa direbbe Giorgia Meloni nel promuovere l’Operazione Mattei in tutto il Mediterraneo e in Africa, in linea con le recenti direttive politiche dell’UE?

Il governo italiano ha aderito al programma europeo basato sulla pesca, chiamato Fisheries Local Action Group (con l’acronimo “FLAG”). Fend ha prodotto una mappa dei bacini d’acqua salata di Ognuno dei 67 FLAG d’Italia.  Lo ha fatto utilizzando la legge irlandese del 1959 (anch’essa membro dell’UE) per organizzare tutta l’Irlanda (compresa la parte detenuta dal Regno Unito) nelle sue baie di acqua salata, o “aree idrometriche”.  Fend viaggia accanto all’Irlanda per questa pratica.  Organizza coerentemente tutto il mondo in questo modo.  Questo perché rifiuta qualsiasi nozione di madrepatria o patria, affermando che l’unico imperativo territoriale è la conservazione e la forza dell’Oceano Madre.

A causa delle leggi e delle pratiche italiane, Fend si vede qui non tanto come un artista che propugna qualcosa di nuovo, quanto come un’ostetrica che aiuta a dare forza e potere legale a iniziative già realizzate all’interno dello Stato italiano.

I risultati storici sono evidenti.

I risultati sono riassunti in un manifesto realizzato da Fend in collaborazione con l’artista canadese Ryan Foester per una mostra che si è tenuta a New York nel marzo 2024, intitolata RODENTS RESTORE AMERICA, from the Antarctic to the Arctic”.

Rispondendo a un impero arricchito da aziende come Apple e Microsoft, ovvero la “Repubblica Popolare Cinese”, Fend si è basato sulle proposte artistiche di Documenta, di varie biennali e di conferenze scientifiche, secondo cui l’umanità dovrebbe essere subordinata alle esigenze di BIRDS, REPTILES, INSECTS, CARRION (us mammals), SEAFISH.

*Abbiamo lasciato la sequenza di parole in inglese, perché le lettere iniziali formano la parola BRICS

che rappresenta la sigla dei paesi considerati emergenti nell’economia globale, i paesi emergenti inizialmente erano Brasile, Russia, India e Cina.

I tempi dei “popoli” sono finiti.  Ora è il momento della restaurazione di tutti gli animali selvatici.

Questo era previsto per Manifesta a Marsiglia.  Ma… ma… come troppo spesso accade, qualcuno in qualche paese ha commesso un grosso errore.  La RPC ha commesso un errore a Wuhan.

L’errore ha portato a una pandemia.   La pandemia ha fatto chiudere la mostra di Marsiglia.

Quello che mostriamo ora arriva con quattro anni di ritardo.

Quello che Fend mostra complessivamente ha un ritardo di circa quaranta o cinquant’anni.   La maggior parte della responsabilità ricade sui mezzi di produzione radicati: petrolio, nucleare, grandi dighe, parchi solari.  Combattono con le unghie e con i denti, spesso con l’omicidio, per rimanere dominanti. Per Fend, questa è stata una grande sorpresa.  Pensava che la Costituzione e la Dichiarazione d’Indipendenza degli Stati Uniti, e tutti i trattati a livello mondiale, gli avrebbero dato una possibilità di intervento.  Non è così.  Per niente.

Qui in Italia cerchiamo il progresso.

Ogni oggetto mostrato è il più accurato possibile.  Si tratta di una documentazione scientifica di luoghi specifici dell’emisfero orientale, dall’Irlanda a Hong Kong.

La logica viene dall’icona di Marcel Duchamp, la principale del nostro tempo: l’orinatoio.

L’arte della Terra sarà prevista dopo, soprattutto nei deserti che ora si estendono da Dakar a Pechino.

In gruppi di lavoro collaborativi, ci proponiamo di andare non “avanti” ma “molto indietro”, a circa 6.000 anni fa, quando luoghi come il Sahara e l’Arabia erano popolati da orde di animali selvatici.  In questo modo, diamo seguito a una richiesta fatta a Ocean Earth dall’ambasciatore algerino in Francia nel 1985.  Egli chiese se i giganteschi Earthworks che abbiamo visto con i satelliti nella zona di guerra Iran-Iraq, tutte molto simili alle opere degli artisti pionieri della Earth Art, possano essere costruiti di nuovo, in Nord Africa, per ripristinare la savana che tanto tempo fa prosperava?

Il nostro obiettivo: INVERTIRE I DESERTI.

La nostra missione principale: ripristinare le popolazioni di roditori in quello che ora è un deserto, con grandi afflussi di uccelli migratori e insetti, in modo che l’acqua nel suolo, sottoterra, torni ad essere abbondante.

Non troppo presto potrebbe accadere.  Lo testimonia la desertificazione in atto in Sicilia.

Qual è, come si diceva a Milano negli anni Settanta, “la risposta adeguata alle condizioni riconosciute”?

Lo dimostriamo in Pinksummer?

Forse questi punti aiutano.

Peter Fend è un cittadino statunitense che nel corso della sua vita ha sempre cercato di rispondere ai principali problemi del mondo.

A Milano negli anni Settanta, secondo un articolo della rivista “Kunst”, l’arte era vista come “la risposta appropriata a condizioni riconosciute”.

La condizione riconosciuta ora, e già da qualche decennio, è che l’umanità sta distruggendo le sue basi di sopravvivenza nella fauna selvatica.

Se gli esseri umani continuano a distruggere le foreste pluviali tropicali, o l’oceano nel suo splendore ittico, o i Poli nel loro controllo climatico, peggioreranno ulteriormente rispetto a ciò che sta già accadendo: clima estremo, desertificazione, peste e guerra.

Una “risposta appropriata” non è ancora iniziata.  La scala d’azione dovrebbe essere di miliardi di euro.

Le opere che Fend mostra dovrebbero portare a progetti in loco di grandi dimensioni, con budget su scala militare. In miliardi di euro.

Le idee dell’arte degli ultimi due secoli, se convertite in tecnologia o in mezzi di produzione, possono soddisfare le esigenze attuali.

Questo non accade perché chi è al potere manovra per rimanere al potere, ritardando i cambiamenti necessari, e il regno dell’invenzione, come l’arte, evita le realtà storiche e sceglie piuttosto di essere tollerato come “innocuo”.

Su quasi tutto ciò che mostra, Fend pubblica nel mondo scientifico e in contesti politici come il Congresso degli Stati Uniti e le Nazioni Unite, oltre a think tank su questioni ecologiche e militari. Le idee vengono dall’arte, ma il mondo dell’arte è solo un luogo.

Tutto ciò che viene mostrato è destinato a accadere nella realtà storica e economica.

Ogni spettatore può venire, vedere e fare domande.  Tutte le obiezioni o i dibattiti sono benvenuti.

La vita di Fend.  Dopo aver conseguito la laurea, accademicamente qualificato per i migliori programmi di dottorato o di legge, si è recato in California e poi a Washington, dove gli è stato offerto un lavoro presso la Banca Mondiale.  Ma una settimana di prova è stata uno shock: ha visto che la Banca Mondiale perpetuava il colonialismo del XIX secolo.  Ora pensa che sia l’ONU a farlo.  L’idea iniziale era quella di organizzare tutto il territorio della Terra in base al drenaggio nei mari salati.  La stessa organizzazione potrebbe essere fatta sulla Luna, o su Marte, o in qualsiasi altro luogo in cui l’uomo voglia insediarsi.   Fend esclude quindi l’estrazione di combustibili fossili, o di combustibili nucleari indistruttibili, o di dighe alte (che bloccano il flusso di nutrienti verso il mare), o di pannelli solari sul terreno.  Sono i mezzi di produzione, tutti a livello di settore primario, che aumentano l’abbondanza naturale che dovrebbe circondarci.  Il poeta-soldato Spenser scrisse che “l’arte è ciò con cui la Natura rende più Natura”.  Tutto ciò che viene esposto a Pinksummer quest’autunno ha questo scopo.>>

Peter Fend

 

Abbiamo deciso che il comunicato stampa arrivasse direttamente dalla tastiera dell’artista, scritto in terza persona.Anche se Peter Fend si definisce fisiocrate e come tale agisce nell’immanenza, crediamo che la sua opera sia intimamente collegata al movimento trascendentalista americano, in questo senso gli dedichiamo alcune piccole strofe citate in Walking da Henry David Thoreau:

When he came to the grene wode,
In a mery mornynge,There he herde the notes small
Of byrdes mery syngynge
It is ferre gone, sayd Robyn,
That I was last here;
Me lyste a lytell for to shote
At the donne dere.*

*”Giungendo nel verde bosco/un ridente mattino/egli udì l’armonia/dell’allegro canto degli uccelli/è
da molto tempo disse Robin/che non vengo qui;/vorrei cacciare un poco/i bruni cervi”.

Da “A Little Geste of Robin Hode” cfr. Robin Hood: A collection, London 1823, p.58.

THE MORBID PALACE – Summer show

 

PINKSUMMER IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE NEW GROUP EXHIBITION THE MORBID PALACE
THE EXHIBITION WILL FEATURE WORKS, IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER, BY:
MARIANA CASTILLO DEBALL, PLAMEN DEJANOFF, LUCA DE LEVA, MARK DION, PETER FEND, INVERNOMUTO, KOO JEONG A, TOBIAS PUTRIH, JORGE QUEIROZ, TOMÁS SARACENO, BOJAN ŠARČEVIĆ, GEORGINA STARR, LUCA TREVISANI, CESARE VIEL.
THE EXHIBITION WILL OPEN ON 27 JUNE 2024, 18-21 H, AND WILL BE ON VIEW UNTIL 27.09.2024
OPENING HOURS: TUESDAY TO SATURDAY, 3 – 7 PM OR BY APPOINTMENT
LOCATION: EX-CHURCH OF THE GUARDIAN ANGEL, VICO SQUARCIAFICO 6R, GENOA – ENTRANCE FROM PIAZZA DELLE SCUOLE PIE

 

Press release

 

“We are a blaze in the northern sky” Darkthrone used to sing in the 1990s.

However, we might add in the words of Eugene Thacker that the place of horror, the kind of metaphysical horror that takes place within a materialistic and overtly secular perspective, makes the planet a magical place.

This premise introduces a summer group show by Pinksummer entitled The Morbid Palace, a title also suggested by the place where the exhibition will take place, which will not be the gallery, but a space that has remained secret and abandoned and somehow protected from the asphyxiating logic of late capitalism. The very curious and imposing room is inside a 13th-century building in the city centre, very close to the Cathedral of San Lorenzo: we learned about its existence thanks to our architect friend Valter Scelsi. For centuries the church of the Guardian Angel in Vico Squarciafico, from the beginning of the 20th century until after the Second World War it was instead a power station and was finally forgotten until our exhibition. We thank here the new owners who have just acquired the building for agreeing to lend us this special place and to open it to the public after seventy years with the exhibition The Morbid Palace.

The exhibition, as a gallery group show – although there will also be new works produced for the occasion and an inaugural performance by Georgina Starr, followed by a second performance by Luca De Leva – would perhaps not merit typical press release lucubrations, but for us group shows, rare indeed, are an opportunity to glimpse, in the artists we represent, what we like so much and would like to see in the exhibition. That is to say, that typical attitude that unites them “beyond the belcanto”, that although they all move from a pessimistic perspective, they never resolve it into an intimist contemplation closed within their own affections, but rather it is transformed into a stimulus, an impulse for an active and combative life of the present, a committed one. The attitude for us, somewhat romantically inclined, could be summed up in that letter Lovecraft wrote in 1935 to Catherine L. Moore: ‘If it is to be authentic art, it must primarily depict the crystallisation and symbolisation of a precise human mood, not the delineation of events’.

Yes, the work must restore an atmosphere with respect to “that fruitless human aspiration”, as Shopenhauer would say, that makes aesthetic contemplation the drug that regenerates us, out of the illusion, out of the fear that becomes anxiety, so common in the impending times, in which man for the first time has to deal not only with his ontological inadequacy, but also with the certain fact that the Anthropocene does not provide for heroic solutions.

The exquisitely anti-humanistic approach of The Morbid Palace is only to counter the hybris of mankind in History, with Leopardi the exhibition could enunciate ‘Man is only a very small part of the universe’; however, the anguish is transformed into the stimulus for a new humanism: only when man has acquired, made his own, the conviction that we represent no more than a tiny insignificant aspect of the immense life of universal matter, will we find the strength to overcome hatreds, divisions and find a new universal brotherhood, a civilisation based not on struggle, but on solidarity with respect to a relationship, mediated by consciousness (evolutionary error? ), unequal man-nature relationship that we share with all beings. The different personalities that make up The Morbid Palace seem to aspire to this new civilisation and the exhibition appears, in fact, as an elegy to fragility.

Plamen Dejanoff – Trifon Ivanov Museum

 

PINKSUMMER IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE NEW EXHIBITION BY PLAMEN DEJANOFF – TRIFON IVANOV MUSEUM
VIA SAN FERMO 7 , 20121 MILAN
THE EXHIBITION WILL OPEN ON 21 MARCH 2024, 6-9 P.M., AND WILL BE VISIBLE UNTIL 06.04.2024
OPENING HOURS: TUESDAY TO SATURDAY, 3 – 7 P.M.

 

Press release

 

«The communist party in Bulgaria began building highly specialized high schools in the 1970s in order to better promote the talents of the youth.
There were high schools with a focus on mathematics… with a focus on languages… those with a focus on music… fine arts… sports…
when I was 12 years old I was chosen (without being asked) for the sports high school in Tarnovo.
My dream was actually to become an artist but someone decided that I definitely belong in the sports high school.
In the sports high school in Tarnovo we had at least 6-7 hours of sport every day (6 days a week) + a bit a few other subjects.
After a lot of effort on the part of my parents, I was able to leave the sports high school a year later and went to an art boarding school where I received 6-7 hours of lessons in art architecture & design every day (6 days a week / 5 years long).
However, my friends from the sports high school in Tarnovo (including my “idol” Trifon Ivanov) developed well and in the 1990s, 7 out of 11 Bulgarian national football players were from this high school.
At the soccer world championship in the USA in 1994, the Bulgarian national team sensationally won against France… Greece… Mexico… Maradonas Argentina… the reigning world champion Germany… and reached the semi-finals against Italy.
Bulgaria lost unluckily with 2-1 & Italy lost two days later the world championship final against Brazil on a penalty kick.
6 of the players who won bronze medals for Bulgaria at this world championship 1994 in USA were from my high school in Tarnovo!
At the end of the 1990s, the education system in Bulgaria totally collapsed and one specialized high school after another was closed.
The legendary sports high school in Tarnovo was also closed and brutally converted into a tourism school 5 years ago.
As part of the Heritage Project, I was able to save part of the building (which was not needed) from destruction.
with a lot of effort I dismantled part of the sports high school in Tarnovo with the idea of include this part of the building to Heritage Project ».

 

The Heritage Project by Plamen Dejanoff is a form of speculative realism with an identity-based matrix. Tracing the artist’s project in his Bulgary in comparision to the Plamen Dejanoff Foundation In Veliko Tarnovo, his hometown, we can understand that all the chapter of this radical long term project, a life project, refer to a personal necessity of rootedness, as an attempt to anchor himself in contrast to the smooth, fluid, and borderless surface of mercantile monotheism, of the capitalism that tends to reduce for vocation the other to the identical.
In fact, the approach of Heritage Project appears as a manifest that opposes itself to the reductio a unum that globalization which some have started to call globalitarianism, tends to shape a stateless, precarious, migratory humanity emancipated from any territorial rootedness, equipped with a light backpack, hand luggage, delocalized everywhere, because it feels in every place, even in the place of the origine, as transient. A flexible and nomadic humanity, deprived of his symbolic structure, inside a miniaturized word without boundaries and differences.
In regards to Dejanoff’s path, we could almost venture to say that the artist starts from the assumption that reality is already so exquisitely real that any attempt to translate it would be a failure.
A reality composed by a multitude of objects, both concrete and imaginary, whose structural significance has really little importance.
Dejanoff’s aesthetic, with his platforms and his pedestals, observed as temporary enclosures or rather parentheses, allude to a sort of ontology, tending to reveal the sensual qualities of real objects.
Dejanoff’s art does not allude to reality (real), it does not represent it, but it shows and reproduce it: we could assume that Dejanoff’s art is anti-literal.
However, unlike philosophers object-oriented, Dejanoff’s one is not a flat ontology, without gerarchy: its focal point are still humans end their identity aspirations, albeit never nostalgic.
Some objects must remind us our  belongingness, while some others must be accepted as different; this is maybe the essence of Heritage Project: to find objects capable of warming our hearts and our everyday lives without making our history and our past superfluous, in order to resist to heterophobia of globalization and its false multiculturalism.
The taxonomic phenomenology of uprooting, typical of colonialism, implies alienation, isolation and superfluity concerning cultures considered “other” about teleology of contemporary capitalist imperialism, a form of colonialism just apparently more softer and horizontal.
In practice, every form of colonialism deprives peoples of their tradition, of their soul, reducing individuals, reducing people to human matter, mere interchangeable material.
Within a present without history and memory, every oppression, every horror can occur.
The “self”, once, was just an element in a constellation of the group, the community; now it’s the predominant element: we don’t engage with the word, but with ourself, and this kind of dynamic imply a serious form of intolerance and lead at the progressive secularization and to the manichaeism that informs the contemporaneity.
Simone Weil in Écrits de Londres et dernières letters, wrote: «The human soul needs more than everything else to be rooted in multiple natural environments and to communicate with the Universe throught them. The motherland, the realms defined by language, by culture, by a common historical past, the profession and the country are natural environments. It is criminal what has the effect of uprooting a human being and preventing them from taking root.»
Uprooting is a pathology typical of modernity. Plamen Dejanoff’s Heritage Project appears in this way as an indication to build more peaceful and sustainable societies that recognize the central importance of the communities and people as productors of the sense that activates the objects and the practices, making them precisely cultural heritage, a fundamental resource for the well-being of peoples.
We’re not surprised that Plamen Dejanoff, who has mimicked the neoliberal deregulation of contemporary capitalism, since his identity change in 2002, presents today with Heritage Project a contribution to the preservation of historical memory and cultural heritage of the wealth and expertise that are passed down from generation to generation, from master to apprentice.

Plamen Dejanoff – Heritage Project

 

PINKSUMMER IS PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THE NEW EXHIBITION BY PLAMEN DEJANOFF – HERITAGE PROJECT
THE EXHIBITION WILL OPEN ON 22 MARCH 2024, 6-9 PM, AND WILL BE ON VIEW UNTIL 15.06.2024
OPENING HOURS: TUESDAY TO SATURDAY, 3 – 7.30 P.M.
Press release

 

«The communist party in Bulgaria began building highly specialized high schools in the 1970s in order to better promote the talents of the youth.
There were high schools with a focus on mathematics… with a focus on languages… those with a focus on music… fine arts… sports…
when I was 12 years old I was chosen (without being asked) for the sports high school in Tarnovo.
My dream was actually to become an artist but someone decided that I definitely belong in the sports high school.
In the sports high school in Tarnovo we had at least 6-7 hours of sport every day (6 days a week) + a bit a few other subjects.
After a lot of effort on the part of my parents, I was able to leave the sports high school a year later and went to an art boarding school where I received 6-7 hours of lessons in art architecture & design every day (6 days a week / 5 years long).
However, my friends from the sports high school in Tarnovo (including my “idol” Trifon Ivanov) developed well and in the 1990s, 7 out of 11 Bulgarian national football players were from this high school.
At the soccer world championship in the USA in 1994, the Bulgarian national team sensationally won against France… Greece… Mexico… Maradonas Argentina… the reigning world champion Germany… and reached the semi-finals against Italy.
Bulgaria lost unluckily with 2-1 & Italy lost two days later the world championship final against Brazil on a penalty kick.
6 of the players who won bronze medals for Bulgaria at this world championship 1994 in USA were from my high school in Tarnovo!
At the end of the 1990s, the education system in Bulgaria totally collapsed and one specialized high school after another was closed.
The legendary sports high school in Tarnovo was also closed and brutally converted into a tourism school 5 years ago.
As part of the Heritage Project, I was able to save part of the building (which was not needed) from destruction.
with a lot of effort I dismantled part of the sports high school in Tarnovo with the idea of include this part of the building to Heritage Project ».

 

The Heritage Project by Plamen Dejanoff is a form of speculative realism with an identity-based matrix. Tracing the artist’s project in his Bulgary in comparision to the Plamen Dejanoff Foundation In Veliko Tarnovo, his hometown, we can understand that all the chapter of this radical long term project, a life project, refer to a personal necessity of rootedness, as an attempt to anchor himself in contrast to the smooth, fluid, and borderless surface of mercantile monotheism, of the capitalism that tends to reduce for vocation the other to the identical.
In fact, the approach of Heritage Project appears as a manifest that opposes itself to the reductio a unum that globalization which some have started to call globalitarianism, tends to shape a stateless, precarious, migratory humanity emancipated from any territorial rootedness, equipped with a light backpack, hand luggage, delocalized everywhere, because it feels in every place, even in the place of the origine, as transient. A flexible and nomadic humanity, deprived of his symbolic structure, inside a miniaturized word without boundaries and differences.
In regards to Dejanoff’s path, we could almost venture to say that the artist starts from the assumption that reality is already so exquisitely real that any attempt to translate it would be a failure.
A reality composed by a multitude of objects, both concrete and imaginary, whose structural significance has really little importance.
Dejanoff’s aesthetic, with his platforms and his pedestals, observed as temporary enclosures or rather parentheses, allude to a sort of ontology, tending to reveal the sensual qualities of real objects.
Dejanoff’s art does not allude to reality (real), it does not represent it, but it shows and reproduce it: we could assume that Dejanoff’s art is anti-literal.
However, unlike philosophers object-oriented, Dejanoff’s one is not a flat ontology, without gerarchy: its focal point are still humans end their identity aspirations, albeit never nostalgic.
Some objects must remind us our  belongingness, while some others must be accepted as different; this is maybe the essence of Heritage Project: to find objects capable of warming our hearts and our everyday lives without making our history and our past superfluous, in order to resist to heterophobia of globalization and its false multiculturalism.
The taxonomic phenomenology of uprooting, typical of colonialism, implies alienation, isolation and superfluity concerning cultures considered “other” about teleology of contemporary capitalist imperialism, a form of colonialism just apparently more softer and horizontal.
In practice, every form of colonialism deprives peoples of their tradition, of their soul, reducing individuals, reducing people to human matter, mere interchangeable material.
Within a present without history and memory, every oppression, every horror can occur.
The “self”, once, was just an element in a constellation of the group, the community; now it’s the predominant element: we don’t engage with the word, but with ourself, and this kind of dynamic imply a serious form of intolerance and lead at the progressive secularization and to the manichaeism that informs the contemporaneity.
Simone Weil in Écrits de Londres et dernières letters, wrote: «The human soul needs more than everything else to be rooted in multiple natural environments and to communicate with the Universe throught them. The motherland, the realms defined by language, by culture, by a common historical past, the profession and the country are natural environments. It is criminal what has the effect of uprooting a human being and preventing them from taking root.»
Uprooting is a pathology typical of modernity. Plamen Dejanoff’s Heritage Project appears in this way as an indication to build more peaceful and sustainable societies that recognize the central importance of the communities and people as productors of the sense that activates the objects and the practices, making them precisely cultural heritage, a fundamental resource for the well-being of peoples.
We’re not surprised that Plamen Dejanoff, who has mimicked the neoliberal deregulation of contemporary capitalism, since his identity change in 2002, presents today with Heritage Project a contribution to the preservation of historical memory and cultural heritage of the wealth and expertise that are passed down from generation to generation, from master to apprentice.

Bojan Šarčević & Luca Trevisani – Pinksummer goes to Milan

Bojan Šarčević in dialogue with Luca Trevisani

Opening: 20.12.2023 6-9 p.m.

Opening dates: 20.12.2023 – 03.02.2024

Sanfermosette, Via San Fermo 7, Milan

 

 

press release

 

«When it comes to the external environment we are in relationship and in exchange through our skin. We are in contact with impressions of humidity, dryness, heat, these are sensory and sensual relationships.

Leather garment as second skin, which has come to seem like a replacement envelope, as our skin is an envelope and a kind of first garment.

A new body of works deals with the concept of monstrosity.

The transformation of second hand worn leather jackets, as a stand-in sign of rebellion, independence, thuggishness and also as first item that allowed human specie to regulate their body temperature in harsh climate.

A sort of ‘skinning’ of a fashion garment and transforming into a representation.

Inserting into garment’s sawing seams the taxidermist eyes, the figuration alludes to a bestiality and menacing presence that is observing us. As a formless leather Roscharch test looking back.

The concept of monstrosity can be seen as a formalization of anxieties because it represents a visual manifestation of our fears about the world around us and about the time we live in.

Monstrous figures are often representations of the unknown, the abnormal, and the threatening, and as such, they serve as symbols of our deepest angst.»

 

Bojan Šarčević

 

 

«Del taglio is a series of knives in the guise of the animals we eat and cut, constructed to establish a correspondence between material, form, uses and senses. An archipelago of sharp forms, objects but also subjects, that take on the spiritual management of the power relationship between our stomach and the world, sublimating into contradictory and provocative talismans. The different kind of life forms as ghosts to challenge our passive and automatic relationship with the idea of food, diet and matter. The morphology of the living as a pick with which to embody a whole series of tensions and relationships that too often remain silent and invisible, and to investigate the Western perception of the world, and shift its center of gravity from the eyes to other parts of the mind.
The cut as a form of thought, as a sculptural figure with which to find the good articulations of the world, the cut and its paradoxical sweetness, the cut as a cultural and cultic gesture, as mythologema. The mouth, the hand, the nurture: a never-ending writing where the distinction between the self, the body and the environment are no longer so certain.

Nurture as energy exchange, as the incessant production and destruction of forms, the supreme distiller of metamorphosis. Which to be understood must be formalized, coagulated, replicated.
Making sculpture is that specific way in which man seems to have always tried to stop the impermanence of life, to give time a solid body, and make the moment the story. It is an energetic practice, an experience that embodies immaterial forces, an act of imagination that unites the occult and visible parts of the world in an unprecedented mixture.

Cutting, separating, but also straightening, or freeing, and the taboo of danger. Knives are apotropaic objects designed to ward off bad luck, combining a protective and devotional function with a decorative one. An ordinary object but also an expression of popular epos, an essential tool for the agro-pastoral economy, a symbol of social ties, and an embodiment of power.
Working on an archetypal paradigm such as the knife, on a cultural fossil, is a way of disarticulating our idea of technology, of digital progress, and of freeing ourselves from the frenzies and stereotypes of the present. The past is the only future of our future.»

 

Luca Trevisani

LUCA DE LEVA – THYSELF AGENCY

info point genova post

English text below

 

 

Thyself Agency apre il suo primo INFO POINT a Genova, ospite di Pinksummer e spazio Campo XS.

 

Thyself Agency è un’agenzia di viaggio. Organizza spedizioni nell’ignoto, dove praticare la maieutica attraverso tre specifici esercizi:
– Scambiarsi la vita
– La Settimana dei 9 giorni
– gli Occhiali

 

L’INFO POINT è un ufficio per la sperimentazione di pratiche esistenziali – Luca De Leva propone nuovi metodi di ricerca, esercizi personali e intimi per scardinare automatismi comportamentali e facilitare la ricerca di altri modi di vivere e relazionarsi con il mondo.

L’INFO POINT sarà aperto dal 15 dicembre al 17 dicembre 2023. Tre giorni di attività intensiva dove sarà possibile conoscere il lavoro dell’Agenzia in maniera diretta, dalle parole vive dei suoi agenti e di chi ha partecipato agli esercizi. Il 15 dicembre dalle ore 18 alle ore 20 l’Agenzia verrà presentata al pubblico, mentre nei successivi due giorni verranno accolti i candidati, i disperati e i curiosi, per delle sessioni personali, dalle 12 alle 19.
Se anche tu sei tra loro, regalati quello che non conosci.

 

Ti aspettiamo in via del Campo 40R a Genova.

 

 

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Thyself Agency opens its first INFO POINT in Genova, hosted by Pinksummer and Campo XS space.

 

Thyself Agency is a travel agency. It organizes expeditions into the unknown, where it practices maieutics through three specific exercises:
– Life exchange
– 9 days week
– the Glasses

 

The INFO POINT is an office for experimentation in existential practices – Luca De Leva proposes new research methods, personal and intimate exercises to unhinge behavioral automatisms and facilitate the research for other ways of living and relating to the world.

The INFO POINT will be open from December 15 to 17, 2023. Three days of intensive activities where it will be possible to learn about the agency’s work in a direct way, from the living words of its agents and those who participated in the exercises. On December 15 from 6 to 8 pm the Agency will be presented to the public, while on the following two days candidates, curious and hopeless people will be welcomed for personal sessions, from 12 to 7 pm.
If you are also among them, gift yourself what you don’t know.

 

We look forward to seeing you at Via del Campo 40R in Genova.

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INVERNOMUTO – SANTA LUCIA

press release

 

 

A carol by Francesco Urbano Ragazzi written for the exhibition.

 

AWAKENINGS

I was alive, to begin with. There is no doubt whatsoever about that. But the reason I knew it, that I was alive, was sadly unpleasant. For the past few months, every day around six o’clock in the evening, my eyes began to water – both copiously and as soon as the sun set behind the buildings. Drops that I perceived to be elastic and somewhat viscous would descend unceasingly to the sides of my nose, rest on my lips, descend again to the tip of my chin, in the center of which they would accumulate. And from there, they would then fall, finally, beyond the surface of my skin.

Since every day that unstoppable dripping lasted for more than a few hours, at first, I tried to stop it by dabbing the end of the tear ducts with a handkerchief. But then my hand began to get sore; gradually, I grew tired of exerting that slight pressure, and I was forced, in spite of myself, to give up. I would then let the rivulet of tears flow as it came, trying to lick up with my tongue as many drops as I could, occasionally wiping away the many that escaped with the sleeve of my sweater.

The tearing was not painless. Already within the first few minutes of that weeping for no reason, my bulbs began to inflame, giving me an uncomfortable tingling sensation that grew in intensity as time passed. It was as if the surface of my eyes gradually became a large lake into which endless lighted appliances fell.

Here was the painful proof of my existence! It was enough for a Cartesio a little well skilled in ophthalmology to prove it. From the time it began at six o’clock in the evening until it ended many hours later, all the time I was thinking and rethinking that tearing. I was tearing, and therefore I was alive; I was alive as long as I was tearing. Under those conditions, I could only think of myself incessantly.

As always happened when the inexplicable phenomenon occurred again, that evening I was sitting in front of the computer doing some unimportant work. I then began, once again, a meditation exercise that granted me some peace, making me forget my tearful ego. It had now become a ritual. The exercise was not complicated nor had I been taught. Rather, I was instinctively doing what so many human beings do when they want to lose track of time and of themselves. I used to open Chrome full screen on my computer monitor and start searching, and searching, and searching.

After many hours, the research would lead me to beat unimaginable territories, but the starting point was more or less always the same: I would randomly type words corresponding to the symptoms I felt I had and read the results on the search engine, jumping from page to page at an increasingly impatient rhythm. I don’t know whether due to too much concentration or too much distraction, but within minutes I no longer sensed that I had a body, and with it those two wet, burning eyes. Without realizing it, I became nothing; the world around me became nothing, while the information I accumulated ended up coinciding with the world, with everything.

The routine was more or less the same. What had changed, as the days passed, was only my writing style. In the early days, I would randomly type rather generic headwords: tearing, eye pain, eye disease. Then the descriptions had become more precise: persistent tearing with burning eyes. Verbose: unstoppable tearing with concentrated inflammation on the perimeter of both eyeballs, sporadic telangiectasias. Almost poetic or shamelessly hermetic: watery eyes flare up in the evening. All the way back to the initial simplicity but with some pro-searcher tricks: persistent “tearing” + “inflammation” + “eyes” + related:humanitas.it. And so I had ended up believing myself to be a discreet expert on at least about twenty disorders and malformations, which, however, never coincided, for one reason or another, with what I was suffering from. Conjunctivitis (viral, bacterial, or allergic), blepharitis, keratitis, retinal detachment, glaucoma, uveitis, Sjögren’s syndrome, orbital cellulitis, hay fever, herpes, blepharospasm, ocular surface disorders, corneal chondropathy, ocular or palpebral tumors, pterygium, trigeminal neuralgia, dry eye syndrome. I knew all about these topics, but this all was of no use at all. I had switched from consulting popular portals such as my-personaltrainer.it, medicitalia.it, farmacoecura.it, starbene.it, to reading pages devoted to homeopathy, phytotherapy, yoga, and Ayurveda; from there, to frequenting forums whose scattered and paranoid users proposed risky natural remedies or the massive use of hallucinogens. Having arrived at the fiftieth page of results offered by the search engine, I no longer distinguished the plausible from the false. The information I was foraging for blended into a single plane of unreality that suspended my judgment. By searching, I was finding everything except the solution I was looking for.

Going to a doctor was out of the question. Not because I was afraid of facing a potential inauspicious diagnosis, but because of laziness or a strange form of forgetfulness. During the day, when the clinics were open, my eyes returned to normal. They stayed in place without bothering me, as if they disappeared from my sight. I, therefore, forgot the urgency of seeing a doctor until the effluvium started again at the first darkness of the evening.

The meditation exercise I practiced in front of the computer was very effective, but it caused a rather predictable side effect. Involving a fair amount of eye strain, the many hours spent staring at the monitor would indeed make me forget the pain for a few hours, but at the same time, make it worse. The more I lost myself in the glare of the screen, the less I felt my condition; the less I felt my condition, the more my eyes wore out. Punctually, after a good half-hour spent in a state of unconscious impermanence, a new painful jolt would force me back into the world.

That evening, as the last twinge still burned under my eyelids, it came back to me that I had read somewhere a philosophical phrase that perhaps suited me. Actually, it seemed to me to be about toothache, but I was sure it centered on what I was experiencing. The sentence in question, in broad strokes, ran something like this: only the pain of a cavity makes the tooth itself perceptible, the tooth as a tooth. Something along those lines. However, the meaning of the phrase seemed to allude to something much broader. Perhaps it had to do with the connection between pain and the perception of internal organs, with the relationship between suffering and the understanding of the parts, or with the end of the idea of the body as a whole. I couldn’t quite remember, but the phrase certainly dealt with a meaning that went beyond the confines of a mouth, no matter how wide open.

I was certain that the quote, vaguely held in my memory, was relevant to my condition. I was equally convinced it coincided with a famous paragraph by Sigmund Freud. Believing that I could easily track down the words of the psychoanalyst on the internet, I hurled myself onto the keyboard. Once I found the exact phrase, I would copy it into the little agenda I always kept open beside me. Who knows, I thought, it might come in handy someday.

I soon had to revise my expectations. After fifteen minutes immersed in inconclusive readings, all I managed to gather was an account of a dream in which an anonymous maid, seemingly young and attractive, appeared to be wearing an ill-fitted denture in her mouth. In the dream, Freud inspected the woman’s oral cavity, discovering a mysterious whitish glow within it.

What was to be done? Should I delve deeper into the meaning of the scene or continue in pursuit of the still elusive quote? Usually, a thirst for knowledge would lead me to open a long parenthesis of meticulous digression. However, this time I decided not to relent, to hold firm to my initial resolve. Racking my brains a bit, suddenly I had the impression of remembering. Could it be that Merleau-Ponty had something to say about cavities and teeth? Wasn’t he the one who wrote fundamental pages about how touch, integrating with the sense of sight, enables us to perceive the invisible?

Phenomenology wasn’t within my field of expertise, but I distinctly recalled the example of a finger inserted into a glove, sensing the shape of the emptiness within the object, reaching where the eye cannot. Was it possible that between the pages of The Visible and the Invisible, there might be another example where a tooth replaced the glove, and a cavity stood in for the finger? After another half hour of searching, I had to acknowledge that once again, the screen refused to validate my assumptions. There was no trace on its surface of any interest Merleau-Ponty might have had in decayed molars. Given the overwhelming frustration, I felt a clear desire—disproportionate to the context, I know—to dissolve into a consolatory cry. If only my cheeks hadn’t already been streaked with tears…

The emotion engulfing me coincided with my facial expression without any correlation between the two facts paralyzed me. I felt like an actor following the script of a play, shouting ‘Fire! Fire!’ and then realizing a real fire had broken out among the stalls. Like that alarm cry, my tears seemed so sincere and so fake, internal and external, appropriate and inappropriate at the same time.

Perhaps to swiftly escape the indecisiveness of the paradox, my brain brought forth a new and clearer memory. From the depths of my mind emerged the certainty that the sought-after quote revolved around a specific theme. I was now sure that, in the phrase, the tooth symbolized an object naturally designed for penetration, while the cavity represented the possibility of the penetrating object being penetrated in turn. That’s why I initially fixated on Freud and psychoanalysis! The sequence of words was meant to depict a role reversal, some sort of dialectic that still needed clarification.

I sprang up from my chair and went to rummage through the bookshelf. Following the order I had meticulously set and knew by heart, my hands instinctively seized upon what I was looking for. What a victory it would have been for the twentieth century if I had reached the conclusion of my inquiry through the analogical method!

I pulled out two paperbacks from a lower ledge on the bookcase. The answer to my quest had to be in one or the other of these volumes. Seated cross-legged on the floor, I began to leaf through both books almost simultaneously, swiftly scanning the paragraphs that had already been underlined. To my left, I had open The Penetrated Man by Jonathan Kemp, a literary history of male passivity in the modern age; to my right, I wielded Speculum. De l’autre femme by Luce Irigaray, where feminist psychoanalysis was conducted on certain classics of psychoanalytic thought: indeed the structure of the argument seemed to mirror the dynamics of the cavity and the tooth.

I immersed myself in the re-reading of the two essays for a considerable amount of time. It was amusing to note how in one of them, Freud was celebrated as a sort of queer progressive, while in the other, his figure was torn to shreds. Despite the slight amusement, however, there was not a trace of my coveted quote anywhere to be found.

Although the outcome remained unchanged, and I still found myself at a disadvantage due to my unreliable memory, a more compassionate feeling had taken over me. Two or three tears had fallen onto those rough pages I had flipped through countless times as a student. The salty water had dissolved some marginal notes I had written with a somehow childish handwriting decades ago.

All at once, I was thrust back in time. What had become of that person, of that young man, now that the cells in his body had all been replaced, one by one, with new cells? After all, he was still the same. Even in the mirror, his reflection had remained almost the same. There was still time for his potential to be expressed and understood. It wasn’t too late.

Reinvigorated by the feeling of finding myself again, I slowly became convinced that the search, now two hours old, was nothing but a waste of time. I had to stop looking for a phrase that wouldn’t serve me anyway, a snippet that would likely remain a dead letter in my notebook for who knows how long. I needed to focus on real goals and let go of the small obsession that had taken hold of me. I had to remain in the present.

In a bid to root myself in the here and now, I abandoned the books on the floor and sat cross-legged. I directed my full attention to the rhythm of my breath, beginning to employ a meditation technique I had recently learned called ‘sobbing.’

In a tutorial I watched a few days earlier, it was advised to take two quick successive inhalations before exhaling deeply. The advice continued to repeat this cycle daily for at least five minutes. The purpose of the exercise was to mimic the type of breathing we instinctively do when we stop crying and find strength within ourselves. A team of psychologists had verified that the brain areas regulating serotonin activated automatically by the third minute of repetitions. Encouraged by faith in neuroscience, I endeavored to breathe with discipline myself.

Before reaching the tenth repetition, my thoughts had already galloped elsewhere. I found myself almost back to the starting point of my digression. Once again, I began to ponder Descartes and his methodological doubt. Almost playfully, I wondered if the reason I couldn’t locate the quote might lie in some form of radical deception. Without invoking otherworldly entities, I could imagine, for instance, that my brain was the only thing remaining of myself; I could also imagine that this organ was immersed in a container connected to a machine, which would send me wrong information every time I searched for a phrase on the internet. If things were truly that way, I wouldn’t have any means to know. I would be condemned to a hell of unsuccessful searches, but in return, my incapacity would find complete justification. I pondered whether, in some way, the possibility of that hypothesis being real would offer me solace. I couldn’t deny it to myself and felt ashamed.

The image of the brain in a vat wasn’t original; I knew that. It was inspired by a thought experiment developed by Gilbert Harman in 1973 and refuted by Hilary Putnam in 1981. Yet, despite that science-fictional philosophical vision being worn out by years of debate, it still sparked a strong interest within me. Soon after finishing university, I even considered writing a short essay on it, which I, however, never managed to complete.

In some ways, the reasoning I had started to develop back then still convinced me because it was based on a rather obvious fact. In the essay, I argued: there is no need at all to imagine vats containing brains to demonstrate that our experience is always unreal. To do so, one simply needs to realize how the machines already connected to our thinking organs operate. Let’s consider the evidence carefully. The two eyes we possess each see slightly different panoramas. If we close our eyelids one after the other, we intuitively sense this. Yet, the inherent duality of vision is concealed from us through an unconscious process of synthesis. Therefore, isn’t it the first and most constant lie of our perception that leads us to see a single image where in reality there are two?

My mentor at the time had advised against continuing with the text. He identified so many contradictions, absurdities, and misconceptions of philosophy that he wouldn’t have known where to start correcting me. Since I held him in extreme awe, I obediently followed his discouraging advice. However, now that I reconsidered my arguments with an adult mind, I wasn’t so sure anymore if I had made the right choice. Not only did the premises of my syllogisms seem to link to the conclusions like clockwork gears, but the array of examples I had brought to support the thesis seemed undeniably erudite. At the beginning of the second sub-chapter, I had even found a way to compare two works of art: Marcel Duchamp’s Stereoscopie à la main and Robert Breer’s 3D Mutoscope.

A sense of deception swept over me. How had I let myself be persuaded to abandon such an ambitious project? After much reflection, the surge of anger that consumed me brought back into my awareness the gravity of bodily weight. Having remained motionless on the floor for many minutes, I also realized that the continuous stream of tears from my eyes had soaked the collar of my sweater. That sensation of stagnant dampness turned into a shudder of disgust.

Enough! I couldn’t bear the thought of being reduced to the state of a faulty faucet any longer. It was time to act! Without any more hesitation, I plunged all ten fingers into my eye sockets and pulled out the mushy content I found inside. Two snails in their shells. I felt no pain whatsoever, but I wasn’t surprised. I hurled everything I had in my hands against the wall in front of me, listening to the dry noise it made upon impact. Finally, I inserted my fingers again into the two gaps I had just opened on my face.

Finally, the tears had ceased. What immense relief! The tips of my fingers returned a smooth and crystalline sensation that I had only felt by brushing against certain glasses in Michelin-starred restaurants. Finally, everything was clear. Finally, everything was calm. As if I looked at the perimeter of my vision, all I could see was a single image:

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Thanks to

Painting S.R.L. Verniciature Industriali, Luzzara RE, Italia

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Cesare Viel – L’Inaspettato – OPENING 16.11.23, 6 pm

 

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Opening: November 16th, 2023, h 6 pm

 

“Here is L’Inaspettato (The Unexpected): the sudden shape of a plant body,
a tangled image that attracts you and would not have appeared if you had not slipped off the path. 

You begin to wander through the woods, constantly losing and regaining your bearings.
Scouring through brambles, bushes, thorns, leaning, fallen logs. 

Like a battlefield, earthy lumps mixed with stones and roots.
Trees rolled there by time and waters hold each other in acrobatic structures and shapes, from underneath, from within. 

Like blind moles you dig in the mud, and refocus, afterwards, multiple lines that continue in the sheet in all directions.”

 

Cesare Viel

Luca Trevisani – del taglio

 

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Del taglio is a series of knives in the guise of the animals we eat and cut, constructed to establish a correspondence between material, form, uses and senses.

An archipelago of sharp forms, objects but also subjects, that take on the spiritual management of the power relationship between our stomach and the world, sublimating into contradictory and provocative talismans. The different kind of life forms as ghosts to challenge our passive and automatic relationship with the idea of food, diet and matter. The morphology of the living as a pick with which to embody a whole series of tensions and relationships that too often remain silent and invisible, and to investigate the Western perception of the world, and shift its center of gravity from the eyes to other parts of the mind.

The cut as a form of thought, as a sculptural figure with which to find the good articulations of the world, the cut and its paradoxical sweetness, the cut as a cultural and cultic gesture, as mythologema. The mouth, the hand, the nurture: a never-ending writing where the distinction between the self, the body and the environment are no longer so certain.

 

Nurture as energy exchange, as the incessant production and destruction of forms, the supreme distiller of metamorphosis. Which to be understood must be formalized, coagulated, replicated.

Making sculpture is that specific way in which man seems to have always tried to stop the impermanence of life, to give time a solid body, and make the moment the story. It is an energetic practice, an experience that embodies immaterial forces, an act of imagination that unites the occult and visible parts of the world in an unprecedented mixture.

 

Cutting, separating, but also straightening, or freeing, and the taboo of danger. Knives are apotropaic objects designed to ward off bad luck, combining a protective and devotional function with a decorative one. An ordinary object but also an expression of popular epos, an essential tool for the agro-pastoral economy, a symbol of social ties, and an embodiment of power.

Working on an archetypal paradigm such as the knife, on a cultural fossil, is a way of disarticulating our idea of technology, of digital progress, and of freeing ourselves from the frenzies and stereotypes of the present. The past is the only future of our future.

Bojan Šarčević – Vieille Lâcheté

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Vieille Lâcheté is the name of Bojan Šarčević’s new art project and solo exhibition at Pinksummer gallery. These works represent what we call “existential formalism,” a big term that basically means Šarčević often explores the idea that life’s true essence lies within the limitations and boundaries we face. These boundaries are like the foundation of life, including all its ups and downs.

 

When we talk about transcendence in Šarčević’s work, it’s not about anything divine. Instead, it’s about this vivid awareness of emptiness or nothingness. This awareness brings him to create things that seem impossible or give form to things we can’t touch or see.

 

Lacan once said that the real world is like a bird of prey that feeds on meaningful actions, even though the world itself doesn’t have any built-in meaning. People who live in the real world, in space and time, often feel their existence is constantly at risk.

 

In this part, Šarčević isn’t so much into making existence a big deal or some grand plan. He’s more about how our existence naturally leaves its mark on the world without us even trying.

 

Way back when he had his first solo show at Pinksummer in 2002, Šarčević said something interesting. He basically talked about how our way of being becomes complete when we stop thinking of something bigger (the transcendent) as this mysterious thing and start seeing it as just a regular part of life (immanent). He also mentioned that true, absolute stuff is all about the present moment and being spontaneous. But don’t mix up spontaneity with being naive; it’s something you get better at with practice.

 

In this solo exhibition, Šarčević gets creative with fashion clothes. It’s not the first time he’s played around with clothing. Clothes are super close to our bodies, like a second skin, which, by the way, is actually the biggest and heaviest organ in our bodies. Our skin is the first thing that feels what’s happening in the outside world, like whether it’s hot or cold or if something feels good or hurts: In Vieille Lâcheté, Šarčević tinkered with a special type of clothing that’s quite interesting when you compare it to our skin. We’re talking about leather jackets, like the ones made from animal that people have used to stay warm since ancient times. But in modern times, they’ve also become a symbol of rebellion and defiance.

 

In this exhibition, Šarčević did something unique. He basically “dehumanized” old leather jackets by taking them apart and adding glassy, lifelike eyes to them, like what you’d see on a taxidermied animal. He turned these jackets into a form of art, a representation of sorts. It’s almost like he wanted us to look at these jackets and think about what they mean to us and the scary feelings they might stir up – like old fears and anxieties.

 

And, just so you know, this isn’t the first time Šarčević has played around with clothing. Think back to 1999 when he had those boots worn by an Irrigation/Fertilization worker. Those boots mysteriously leaked liquid, soaking everything during the worker’s busy day.

Think about what Šarčević did in 2000 with Favorite Clothes Worn while S/He Worked. He got 15 workers, like bakers, mechanics, and domestic helpers, to wear fancy designer clothes while they were on the job. Then, he displayed these worn and dirty clothes like museum exhibits. It’s almost like he wanted to celebrate manual labor and how our jobs shape who we are.

 

And let’s not forget his more recent exhibition in 2020 at the Frank Ebalz gallery in Paris, called L’Extime. There, he had three muscular, manly-looking plastic mannequins with stone-carved heads wearing these soft silk blouses that had a super classy 1980s style (kind of like “Homo Sentimentalis”?). It was as if these clothes turned emotions into something valuable. But remember, our feelings don’t always follow our will.

Luca De Leva – www.thyself.agency

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Opening: April 1st, 2023, h 6 – 9 pm

 

Pinksummer: Thyself Agency, on which your first solo show at Pinksummer is centered, is an agency through which people exchange for a determined time, as if it were a sort of journey, what we would call ordinary life, with its immense theoretical potential to the exposure of the body, of the subject, to the world. The work, for us, moves from the concepts of identity and extraneousness, intrusion and extrusion, understood as dialectical poles within which existence slips, and the body as the place where existence happens beyond any metaphysical implication. We thought of Jean-Luc Nancy when in The Intruder he states that to survive one must become a stranger to himself, in that case the philosopher recounted the trauma of his heart transplant by focusing on the fact that a body, his body, himself, to accept a new heart, had to resort to immunodepressants to sedate the immune system. Do you intend to turn Thyself Agency into a method for learning how to consciously become a stranger to himself, to fight the depersonalisation and derealisation that habit induces? Is Thyself Agency a kind of immunodepressant to what is called ego?

Luca De Leva: Thyself Agency is an instrument, an artwork made of life, and right at the bottom of my life I found an abyss of peace. Yes, I need a medicine to become myself again, a medicine made of life. I seek the meaning of this through the experiences of those who have participated in the exercise, those who have exchanged their lives with someone else, they tell me my idea and together we create the method, an applicable method, generated in sharing. Looking for my ideas in the words of others, I also came across this in Nancy’s words: “As always, the lesson is simple, but the task is arduous. We must do nothing less, ‘the rest of us’, than understand and practice the sharing of meaning – and the meaning of the world. This does not mean dialogue and communication, which now drag on like saturated meanings and buzzwords of general agreement, but it does mean – or does not mean – something else, for which the solitary and proud word is just as valid as the common conversation: that the truth of sense is nothing other than its sharing, that is, its passage between us (between us always other than ourselves) and simultaneously its internal and sovereign dehiscence, by which its law entitles its exception, by which sense exempts itself from itself in order to be what it is, and by which its enjoyment is not its sensible result, but the exercise of its own sense, its sensibility, its sensuality and its feeling. It is Barthes again who speaks of the ‘love of language’: this love is worth, it must be said, that of one’s neighbor, if it does not even possess its full value or sense. Here is – dare I say it – morality for our time – and something more than morality.” This was written in 2005 in The Disclosure, I can relate to it, at the end of the page I had drawn a heart with Good written inside.

PS: Thyself Agency seems to us to intend to free the subject from the subject, or rather from the subjection to the self and its limits, in order to expose us to the other than self, not an other than self, but the otherness that is in me: you in me, the colors in me, the animal in me, the air in me, the cosmos in me… Thyself Agency tends to organize, with simplicity and surplus, a journey that takes existences out of themselves by detaching them from their needs, to lead them into a space where in fact one could even really begin to write a future of co-existence? Does the idea of co-existence not refer to a form of ecology?

LDL: I live in a cosmos in which I have been immersed since birth and which for me, at least as an individual, is an immutable abode in which to live. Freedom and Liberation elude me when I think I understand them, how can I imagine their deeper meaning with such myopic eyes? Yet, I perceive something else, something bubbling at the root of that cosmos and vibrating my intuition. Something I can only pursue by abandoning myself to it, no longer rational or even irrational, only in the a-rationality do I find the courage to truly rejoice in the air that fills my lungs and brings reality inside my hope. Then infinite joy unrolls the corners of my smile and I understand that I do not exist, things do not exist, and reality is one. What does art have to do with this? I really wonder what art has to do with that cosmos I mentioned at the beginning, that system of thought so hegemonic that I believe it is the only possible way. I don’t think we can start writing a future of co-existence and ecology, because it would be based on a misunderstanding. Co-existence is a fact, it cannot begin, it already is. Then it is I who must develop the awareness of living in unity, of being unity. Thyself Agency, the Agency, helps me in this. I, you, ego, our, day, night, life, death are concepts and words perceived to be so real and incontrovertible precisely to help us overcome them. I do not want to live in a lie and yet I live in it. I do not know the smell of things, only what my brain translates. This suggests to me that it is on another plane that reality vibrates, and we can understand it, we are nature recognizing itself. I want to recognize what I am, not begin to be. I am the shadow of light; perception is only a challenger. The drop becomes the ocean.

PS: Yes, in fact to exist is to co-exist. Yes, alone we cannot know the scent of things per se, or rather objectively, but together perhaps, as Protagoras said, we can try to emerge from subjectivity, from singularity, through language, through confrontation, and perhaps we can even approach the inseity of the scent of things. Art perhaps has something to do with the gratuitousness of enacting an action, a gesture. Art above all must deal with the restitution, the formalization, of that action, that consummated gesture: a work, an exhibition. This is where language comes into play, the language that opens to the in-common, that language that sometimes vibrates and makes thought turn to intuition, to the a-rational glimmer even if only for an instant when it happens, but you get attached to it. Can one do without language?

LDL: I wouldn’t know how to do that. This is the meaning of ‘Thou shalt have no God but me’, the Islamic say it even more clearly ‘La Ilaha Illa Allah’ (there is no God but God), or even more profoundly ‘La Huwa illa Huwa’ (there is no Him but Him). Or I think of Wittgenstein ‘The limits of my language mean the limits of my world’. So many know this. Reality is one and there is no reality outside reality. Now liberation becomes more familiar to me, unmasking subjectivity and accepting its secret role, its challenge. It takes courage and faith, art is an act of faith, towards the human and from the human towards language. What truth can one seek if not the truth itself? Agency helps in all of this, listening to the stories of those who carry out the exercises we observe our sensitivities intertwining as we return from the unknown, we face the cold giving birth to ideas that do not exist, but inside we know that we are talking backwards and those ideas have always been there, it was us who were distracted.

PS: Thyself Agency made us think of the ornamental hermit in Painshill Park, Theodor Cerić mentions it in his book Gardens in Wartime. Tom Page answered the advertisement that Hamilton the owner of Painshill Park had placed in The Times on 10 April 1740. Tom Page had an ordinary life: he lived in London, was 31 years old, had a wife, lived in a nice flat to buy which he had incurred a debt, had a servant, and had lost his job. Hamilton offered seven hundred pounds a year salary which, at the time, was no small sum. The conditions of the contract were to live in a hut in the middle of the park, not to speak to anyone, to grow a beard and nails, to walk around with an hourglass in his hand, to dress in an old chamelot’s breeches, to eat soup, bread and cheese that would be brought to him every night. Tom Page knew nothing of the countryside, but decided to accept because he was being hounded by creditors. Hamilton, as soon as he met Tom Page, wrote to his friend Lady Beauclerk, that perhaps the young hermit was not suitable: he had too fine features and very polite manners and wrote that even a child would have understood that he had never encountered fasting and deprivation. Tom Page stayed ten months at Painshill Park, but already after the first few days he began to change his behavior, he bathed almost naked in the park’s lake, he seemed to become more and more familiar with the woods and frugal meals, he seemed to have taken a liking to solitude and stopped writing to his wife. Hamilton wrote to his friend: ‘At first, I could hardly recognize him. I had not seen him for weeks. His beard had reached a considerable length… Nevertheless, I noticed something new in the way he walked: he seemed to have forgotten how civilized men move, or, even more singularly, it seemed not to concern him. As I got closer (he was sitting on a boulder and looking at an invisible point above the trees, beyond the lake), I noticed that he was smiling. It seemed to me the smile of an idiot. Had he gone mad? He was holding the hourglass in his hands like a precious treasure, but in a horizontal position and perfectly balanced, so that the sand was no longer flowing to one side or the other’. The old misanthrope Hamilton wondered on that autumn afternoon whether Tom Page, his hermit, would find his way back to the world. What if someone through Thyself Agency wanted to stay in someone else’s life?

LDL: Imagine the person who is reading these lines now, if they decided to contact us because they were curious to try the experience, we would find them the right candidate with whom they could exchange their life and give up their own, the exchange would begin in all its intensity and joyfulness, and if this person at the end of the week no longer wanted to come back to themselves, I would say that we had given them a good gift. Happy New Life, Person!
I remember when you told me the story of the ornamental hermit, it was the first time we saw each other, I also remember another phrase ‘we choose artists, not projects’. Both you, and I, and the ornamental hermit, come across things. We are lucky, let’s keep our sensibilities appropriate to this movement. I want to imagine it as dripping into reality: I am now a puddle, the bulk of the flood is already reabsorbed, a force drains me deep, the journey contaminates me to the source.
Thyself Agency is an artist I came across, which is why I wanted to bring it to you, and for the same reason I imagined an exhibition within an exhibition, a meaning within a meaning, a casket within a casket. I am referring to what lies beyond the curtain of trousers, to the portraits of my sister Fiammetta, another fact that I came across as a child and that continues to blow me away. I was little, something I understood something confused me, something I remembered something I invented, something yes something no, nothing is true everything is allowed. She mutated genetically while her twin developed normality, once she was born she was affected by a syndrome that among other things causes her cognitive retardation without her knowledge, Fiammetta the child forever, the household oracle, I always had the impression that she did not perceive time, surely past and present are identical and she does not conceive the future, she reminds me of the horizontal hourglass of the ornamental hermit. Its mutation teaches me that: another world is possible.

PS: Yes, behind the curtain of trousers, secluded, your little flame, transfigured and independent of any narrative.

Mariana Castillo Deball – In a Convex Mirror

 

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Opening: December 2nd, 2022, h 6 – 9 pm

 

The words “object” and “thing” have different etymological origins, which, as philosopher Remo Bodei stated, time has confused by muddying the sense and meanings: “object” is a term introduced by medieval scholasticism that derives from the Latin “ob-jectum”, literally “thrown in front of”; the object opposes the subject, it is a kind of obstacle, an impediment, and the struggle ends with the assimilation and subjugation of the object to the subject.  “Cosa” – “thing” in Italian – derives from the Latin causa, to discuss, to reason, to deliberate, the “thing” is what we care about, we have somehow an affective relationship with the thing. Mariana Castillo Deball acts out the transubstantiation of the objects she calls “Uncomfortable Objects” into things, disassembling them, duplicating them, to assimilate them into her metabolism with the practice of making beyond all theoretical infatuation, a making that is an act of releasing the intangible essence of objects to transform them into things with patience and dedication. Uncomfortable objects are those of which it is difficult to trace a biography because they are decontextualized and classified chronologically and morphologically without any doubt in the Eurocentric way. One might venture that Mariana Castillo Deball, retracing the techniques that gave rise to those objects, creates an anti-materialist physical theory of material culture. The objects in fact are crystallized labor, representing man’s coming to terms with the matter and consequently with nature. Sometimes we have the doubt that Mariana Castillo Deball’s interest in material culture refers to the technical deculturation of contemporary society, no longer able to work with its hands and served by mechanisms that are beyond the ability of citizens, the community to control and that implies the alienation of the producing subject. The current regime of hyper-capitalism, constituted by the proliferation of objects, leads to a kind of commodity fetishism. Commodities no longer incorporate the culture of workers, but the instance of profit that produces them. Mariana Castillo Deball with her research and her making, opposes colonialism in general, and more specifically the colonization of the citizen-consumer thought regarding a fake welfare, built on the asymmetrical waste of one part of the world’s human inhabitants on the backs of all others from every species and latitude. The material culture of the past with its technologies of collective feeling and cooperation is a way to rethink spaces and History, because the object is less static than we think both conceptually and physically: things have taken various paths, incorporated multiple layers of meaning, and sometimes we are dealing, as in the case of ceramics, with anthropological universals that draw unexpected geographies beyond any Eurocentric pretensions.
Mariana Castillo Deball’s anthropological gaze is focused on work, on matter, on nature, the places of choice for her research are anthropology, archaeology, paleontology, museums and collections of applied arts and those of science, wherever objects can be found, tools that are the result of craft and traditional production processes that incorporate technical knowledge of collective cooperation, objects with which the artist interacts, adopting, adapting, translating and appropriating them to tell a relativized story while reforming the Eurocentrism of History. Mariana Castillo Deball liberates the intangible essence of objects by freeing them both from their use and exchange value for which they were made in their communities of origin, and from the positivist classification of museums or collections in general, redesigning spaces. Castillo Deball well knows that putting or putting things back to their place confirms the social and cultural order established; so, she moves things as far away from their agreed places as possible. Liberating objects by turning them into things is a ritual practice of Castillo Deball’s art to free the thought, to make it breathe and have a more natural relationship with the surrounding world. Mariana Castillo Deball’s work by reasoning and deliberating about things, represents a curious or rather surreal study of material culture, since objects inform our lives, our politics and indications of gender. Castillo Deball’s work with practical reasoning also focuses on waste. Someone said that man is a ravenous being even of future hungers, which have put and continue to seriously endanger the ecological life of our planet Earth. What the past and the present have in common regarding material culture is the disposal of objects once they are no longer used, but unlike the present, in the past there was a scarcity of objects that moreover were organic, and the death of an object coincided with its inability to be repaired once broken: the value was saving not consumption. Today the death of an object often occurs long before its irreparability, and our civilization is based on the consumption of not only having but also being.
Material culture, objects, even those that are chronologically closer to us, have always been saved fortuitously, are then never presented in their context of origin, and therefore it is always difficult to reconstruct the circulation of an object, not to mention that regarding collections, even those with scientific pretensions and an analytical perspective always end up representing an autobiography of the collector in action, and the same applies to museums. The relativized history presented by Mariana Castillo Deball has somehow a special authenticity.
Perhaps because we have an affective relationship with that work, we believe that Distanza e Menzogna, a 2011 work by Mariana Castillo Deball, is emblematic speaking of the artist’s relationship with History and historiography, in which material culture has assumed a very important role. The work presents a series of circular mirrors of different diameters, on top there is the cast of the artist’s hand in the form of a clapper, which refers to the objective impossibility of interpreting the past: slamming the clapper would shatter the mirror and the intact mirror can only reflect contemporaneity. In fact, objects over time change meaning and also value.
Speaking of mirrors, Mariana Castillo Deball’s new solo exhibition at Pinksummer is titled In a Convex Mirror.
“The title of the exhibition” explains Castillo Deball “comes from the poem by John Ashbery: Self-portrait in a convex Mirror from 1974, in which he takes as a starting point the homogonous painting by the Italian late Renaissance artist Parmigianino from c. 1524. The painting is a Self-portrait of his image in a convex mirror.
Parmigianino used a half spherical wooden surface for the painting, replicating the distortion of the convex mirror on the painted shape.
I read this poem for the first time when I was in art school, more or less at the same time when I started to develop the three-dimensional distorted prints.
I like it because he adds an existential aspect to the formal idea of painting on a curved surface, by making an accent on the role of the surface.

The whole is instable within

Instability, a globe like ours, resting

On a pedestal of vaccum, a ping-pong ball

Secure on its jet of water.

And just as there are no words for the surface, that is

No words to say what it really is, that it is not

Superficial but a visible core, then there is

No way out of the problem of pathos vs. experience.”

At the gallery will be present a series of engobed decorated distorted ceramics connected to each other in an aerial installation with a black cotton rope as to create a force field. The ceramics perhaps of Zuni ethnographic memory, are presented perforated, deprived of the receptive function of container and therefore of any use or exchange value. The perforated “kill hole” ceramics were used in burial rituals in the American Southwest, but they also hark back to a mathematical object, the Klein bottle, which Mariana Castillo Deball has worked on in the past, bringing it closer to the classic Mexican piñata. The “pentolaccia” in the catholic culture ends Carnival and precedes Lent and it has been used by conquering monks to evangelize Native Americans through the small gifts that the piñata poured on the ground. In fact, Klein’s bottle is a non-orientable surface in which the inside spills outward, projecting beyond the three Euclidean dimensions, into a fourth dimension that reality does not let us experience, but to which with reasoning, objectivity and imagination informed by a different narrative it is possible to aspire.
Inside the convex mirror of the exhibition, one will also be able to see roundels of three different diameters in the form of waxed scriptural tablets, referencing the large wall installation of waxed boards colored with black pigment in Mariana Castillo Deball’s exhibition titled Roman Rubbish currently running at the Bloomberg Space in London. In central London, or rather in the heart of the financial district, excavations a few years ago unearthed 400 Roman writing tablets, the wood of which did not decay because they were preserved by the mud of the Walbrook underground river that ran through the center of Londinium, founded by the Romans in 43 A.D. Mariana Castillo Deball says that from the debris, from the leftovers of a civilization, one can understand much more than from valuable objects. The Mithradeum tablets were not buried for any holy celebration but were simply discarded and now constitute the oldest written documents of ancient Britain. In fact, the Romans used the waxed wooden tablets inscribed with stilus, in a manner similar to our text messages: the moment they were delivered and read, the waxed tablets were thrown away.
“The series of black wax circular pieces” says Castillo Deball “are engraved with distorted images as if seen in a convex mirror.
The surface is black, and the engraving takes material out of the surface, making the image visible just from certain angles, depending on how the light reflects on the surface.
The images I engraved come from a series of XVI century etchings by Diego Valadés, a Franciscan friar whose work I discovered while working on the piece for the Mexican Pavillion at the Venice Biennale this year. The images depict characters speaking to each other, listening and writing, but what comes out of their mouth, ears and eyes are strange creatures such as serpents, scorpions and other insects.
These images depicted indigenous people spreading the word of forbidden religious practices by the catholic church. Diego Valadés illustrated his rethorica christiana with etching, thinking that the indigenous people were illiterate, and that the only way to communicate with them was through images.”

Koo Jeong A – Stars Above the Tree

 

PRESS RELEASE

Opening: October 6th, 2022, h 6 pm – 12 am 

“New Seven Stars paintings are continuity of the series of SS exploring (space, world, universe). Space related to the architectonic imageries, World related to the deeper topic on Earth, Universe related to N dimension”, wrote Koo Jeong A concerning the paintings on linen canvas she will present in the new solo exhibition at Pinksummer. The title of the solo exhibition is Stars Above the Tree, a title that somehow suggests that the new Seven Stars paintings, beyond being a continuation of the previous series on stars, seem connected in some way to the small precious drawings on rice paper of trees that have an exquisitely human vibe Your Tree my Answer. With the vivid astrality of this exhibition it seems clear that the artist feels the need to draw an imaginary line in the sky. Already in Koo Jeong A and Tomás Saraceno’s 2020 exhibition Nocturne at Custot Dubai gallery, made in collaboration with Pinksummer, we referred to the fact that in our time 80% of the world’s population lives under a sky polluted by artificial light that makes stars invisible. This is one of the most widespread and underestimated forms of environmental alteration. We can say night is disappearing, and since the biorhythms of beings, including humans, involve the alternation of light and darkness, if the sequence stops being well synchronized the environmental balance is in danger of shattering. Recent studies show that altering photoperiodism affects migratory flows, mating rituals, predator-prey relationships in wildlife and that of plant photosynthesis. Stealing the dark from the night alters our perception of the world.
In the large canvases of the earlier Seven Stars series, monochromes in daylight and figurative paintings in darkness, the reference to Earth’s photoperiodism was somewhat mimetic and acted upon. Paintings were made by spraying canvas, using the stencil technique, with phosphorescent pigments that charge in the light to become visible in contrast to the darkness.
The new Seven Stars paintings are acrylics on unprepared linen canvas that doesn’t refer so much to dimension itself, but to a curious poetic deviation of what in physics is called degrees of freedom: degrees of freedom theory determines the position and the motion of a material point in the space of possible configurations. The perspectives of the new Seven Stars paintings step out of Kantian Euclidean space and refer to an arbitrary number of dimensions. If the viewer penetrates this space of imagination, they understand that Koo Jeong A’s Seven Stars don’t stand over contingency but are part and influence it.
In these paintings, the stars aren’t in one dimension but are themselves the dimensions: they appear as mathematical objects discharged of all realistic excess, analytical and synthetic at the same time, grasped with the light and immediate apperception of an emotional intelligence apt to draw the connection between the Earth and the sky. Koo Jeong A’s stars are mostly above the trees. Between the trees and the stars, space has a variable curvature; it is like a space in which the observer and the observed appear intimately linked. The gaze that observes these stars is an ontological gaze that informs and participates in the dance of celestial bodies, one would almost venture that Koo Jeong A has imagined an observation in her paintings other than the human gaze. It seems that the most extraordinary capacity of the plants is precisely the vision. Trees, plants have a very clear perception of light and they know how to intercept it. It is through this keen sense of light that trees know when to sprout and bloom. As regards light, trees know how to recognize intensity and wavelength. Everywhere on the surface of their bodies, but especially on their leaves, trees are covered with light-sensitive sensors, the photoreceptors. The leaves of trees are covered with many tiny eyes.
Koo Jeong A’ stars are seven as the planets that have been associated with the plant world since antiquity, from classical Greece via Cornelius Agrippa to Marsilio Ficino with the theory of signatures to Rudolf Steiner, the father of biodynamic agriculture, who in 1924 devoted a series of nine lectures to the action of the stars and the planets on terrestrial life. Not surprisingly, all the cultivation activities of the tradition were carried out following the lunar calendar.
The paintings in the new Seven Stars series like the trees in Your Tree my Answer orbit in the same dimension of care, which in this case it is the care for the environment, for speciesism prejudice, for each and every virtue that all of the seven planets dispense on Earth.
Steiner wrote mantric verses to understand how planetary action enters the plant life of the tree by also connecting them to the corresponding metal soul. We would like to conclude this statement with the mantra Steiner dedicated to the birch tree and Venus.

Friday – Venus – Copper – Birch.

Thus speaks the coppery Venus

Through the virginal sparkling white birch

Which has shallow roots and drinks much light:

“O man, work on your soul

With tenderness:

Marvel at the beauty of the world.”

Georgina Starr – Quarantaine

PRESS RELEASE

Opening: May 5th, 2022, h 18 – 21 – screening will start at 6 – 7 – 8 pm – 43mins
05.05.2022 – 02.07.2022

Pinksummer: Your film Quarantaine was shot in 2019 and completed in the very early 2020. Soon afterwards, in that same February 2020, the somewhat obsolete term “quarantine” would re-enter our 21st century lives like a hurricane. The word quarantine derives from the forty days of isolation to which ships, coming from exotic territories or areas affected by the plague or other infectious diseases, were subjected in past centuries. In fact, the term “quarantine”, beyond the specific amount of time, differs from isolation tout court because it is applied to subjects who may have been exposed to an infectious agent, but who do not have a diagnosis, in order not to transmit a possible contagion. The correct use of the term “quarantine” is not actually applicable to isolation in the face of a disease confirmed by diagnosis to stem its spread. The term somehow travels on a hypothetical track. Why did you decide to title your film with the French term Quarantaine which somehow refers to the exceptional proximity of remote territories compared to the solid parameter of daily reality that we always trust to control?

 

Georgina Starr: I associate “quarantaine” with the mythological and the alchemical rather than any particular definitive meaning of the word. When I chose the title for the film, as you say, it was well before the recent world-wide pandemic, so the word seemed more fluid and mysterious. I was thinking specifically about the idea of une quarantaine – a period I read about in Celtic mythology. It is believed to take place in the 40 days leading up to the 1st full moon of Spring. It’s a strange liminal time-frame whereby spirits can descend to Earth and live amongst mortals. Imagining what this une quarantaine moment would look and sound like I began conjuring a whole world that would exist within this highly charged occasion. Quarantaine has one foot in reality, but by “entering” through the tree portal the women give themselves up to the unknown. Inside there are new rules, new educational structures, and new languages to learn. I was thinking about a model of an ‘educational institute’ and the process of acquiring new codes of learning and ways to communicate. My research for the film was extensive and prolonged. I was looking at Marian mythology and its power over female pedagogy, the psychological systems of Wilhelm Reich, musical, vocal and movement teachings from Kodaly, Orff and Keetman, Delsarte and Mettler and also metaphysical transformation from the Rosarium Philosophorum as well as exercises in wellbeing and spiritual purity inside the ancient Chinese Daoyin Tu manuscripts.

 

PS: The Belle-Époque poster that V, the girl in the black leather jacket, comes across while riding her moped through a contemporary London, deprived of any mystery, in a place just off the busy ring roads, made me think of the surprise of the Parisians when, one morning in August 1623, they found mysterious handwritten posters, hastily affixed to the corners of some streets, which read: “We, deputies of the principal College of the Brothers of the Rose-Cross, are making visible and invisible sojourn in this city by the grace of the Most High, to whom the hearts of the righteous turn. We reveal and teach without books or signs how to speak the languages of the countries where we wish to be, and how to draw men from error and death”. Like the posters of the Rosicrucians, who informed, without saying where or when, that a secret brotherhood had taken up residence in the city that would teach true knowledge, the poster with the women lying with their legs raised in a V and the pink bubble, like an ephemeral sculpture informed by breath, with its explicit and retro eroticism, infuriates V. Why do you use the poster, a founding part of your cosmogony of the last decade, of which Quarantaine appears as the narrative summation, to introduce the initiatory journey of an exquisitely oneiric-linguistic matrix of V and L, the new Alice or rather Céline et Julie of Rivettian memory?

 

GS: I didn’t know about the Rosicrucian poster campaign of 1623. It makes me think about Balzac’s History of the Thirteen his suite of 3 novels about a secret society at the heart of Paris. The vintage image on the ‘V’ posters in Quarantaine is also French in origin, it’s one that I’ve used repeatedly in my work over the last 10 years. It is a powerful image for me, and I keep being drawn back to it. It feels both mysterious and playful and also defiant. I was researching “anasyrma” while developing a performance work (Androgynous Egg, 2017) and the poster is very much connected to that. The history of the act of “anasyrma” is a complex one. The earliest examples I found describe women in battle situations – as the enemy approached the women would lift up their skirts in defiance to keep them at bay. It is also described as an apotropaic device to ward off evil. All these extraordinary stories unlock an interesting and complicated debate about the many meanings of “exposing” the female genitalia in religion, history, art, mythology and warfare. I was thinking about a dismantling of the body. This is a crucial theme in the film – the separation of arms, hands, heads, legs, ear, fingers and mouths. The film catalogues a taking apart of the female body to possibly rebuild, repossess or reposition it. The body parts that V “cuts” from the poster are literally the keys to enter Quarantaine – she inserts them piece by piece into the tree in the park before she disappears into it. Religion is riddled with separated female body parts, especially female hagiography – St Lucia (eyes), St Ursula (dismembered and beheaded) St Agatha (breasts) and many, many more. There was other imagery that inspired the arboreal portal. While doing a teaching residency in Glasgow in 2014 I was researching ancient alchemical manuscripts in the Glasgow University library and came across the Rosarium Philosphorum, a 16th century treaties on alchemy, part of which was an illustration of a tree growing out from the belly of two conjoined androgynous figures. The idea for the perfect alchemical transformation through Arborium Ostium was crystallised at this moment – they would enter the tree! By harnessing the magical powers of other arboreal spirits like Ariel and Daphne, I imagined that the whole of Quarantaine could take place inside this tree.

 

PS: The first word that is pronounced by L, the co-protagonist of Quarantaine while she is inaugurating a new chapter of her life sitting in the park, holding Papus’ book Traité methodique de magie pratique, a book borrowed from Jacques Rivette’s Céline et Julie vont in bateau, is a numerical incantation: “six six nine nine”, “66-99”. What is this encouraging number that opens portals and invisible passages? Are magic and references to occultism, in your work, in a Jungian sense, an ajar door to the unconscious?

 

GS: The numbers are a secret incantation, something that L believes will bring about a transformation. I think most of us have these odd, coded belief systems, whether it be prayer in the more regular religious sense, or other spiritual, esoteric or neurotic mantras. Those specific numbers “66-99” come from a novel I began writing about 6 years ago, so they have personal relevance to me. I also like how they sound and feel on the tongue. Numerical poems fascinate me. For the German artist and writer Unica Zurn the number 9 held the secret to everything. Numbers were her savior’s. She used anagrams to conjure her mystical hero The Man of Jasmin. Of this Man of Jasmin she said:

 

“Someone travelled inside me, crossing from one side to the other. I have become its home. Outside in the black landscape someone is claiming that they exist. From his gaze the circle closes around me. Traversed by him inwardly – encircled by him from without – this is my new situation and I like it.”

Numbers hold great power. In the closing scenes of Jacques Rivette’s 1976 film Duelle – Une Quarantaine the main protagonist Lucie (played by French actress Hermine Karagheuz) speaks a numerical poem out loud: “Deux et deux ne font pas quatre. Tous les murs à buf š’abatttre. Sept, huit, neuf, cinq, trois, six, deux.”

 

These numbers cast a spell on me. With a little digging I discovered that Rivette had borrowed them from the pages of Jean Cocteau’s Les Chavaliers de la Table Ronde – they were a magic spell that would allow Merlin to magically transport himself from place to place. Incidentally, the numbers 7 + 8 + 9 + 5+ 3 + 6 + 2 equal 40 – une quarantaine! Is that magic or just a coincidence?

 

PS: As in every initiatory journey to become adults, V and L must cross different doors: entering the tree in the park they are catapulted into the grey room, a sort of limbo in which the girls wait their turn to know their aims and destiny through the reading of tarots. Your tarot reading is silent, without voice, but very serious, expressive and didactic. Then there is the door of the wall with the representation of the tangled forest and that of the big ear in which the young women venture as if into a cave. Guided and urged by hands and heads without bodies, but above all by sounds to which the girls seem to lend their own bodies. The bodies trained finally to adhere to the sounds are able to materialize at heart height the pink brains (pink matter) to deform and re-inform them. Finally, the red door with women written on it brings them back to reality transformed. What trials must be overcome to adhere to the words and in particular to the name woman?

 

GS: The Pink Ursula Material appears at womb height rather than heart height. This Pink Material suggests a turning inside-out of the body. It’s visceral stuff: gloopy, mesmerising, disgusting and quite uncontrollable. It is also sacred – a kind of sculptural manifestation of jouissance. Is it a gift for the strict lessons in language and physical geometry that the initiates have endured in The Light Room and The Curtained Room – an offering from Pearl Mama One their disembodied head teacher? The Pink Material also has a voice*. It speaks:

 

Rose à voix haute

Rose cerveau de la pensée

Résine vierge de résidus

Matière Ursula Rose

Je répète!

Matière Ursula Rose

 

(Pink Spoken Loud

Pink thought brain

Residue Virgin Resin

Pink Ursula Material

I repeat !

Pink Ursula Material)

 

It is also a morphing material with hallucinogenic properties. I like to read Henri Michaux, especially his work written while under the influence mescaline. He describes incredible new treacherous journeys as if infiltrating another language:

 

“Enormous Z’s are passing through me (stripes-vibrations-zig-zags?). Then, either broken S’s, or what may be their halves, incomplete O’s, a little like giant eggshells a child has tried to draw without ever succeeding. These shapes, like an egg or an S, begin to disturb my thoughts as if they partook of the same nature. I have once more become a passage—a passage in time. So this, then, was the furrow with the fluid in it, absolutely devoid of viscosity, and that is how I pass from second 51 to second 52, to second 53, then to second 54 and so on. It is my passage forward.”

 

At the end of Quarantaine V and L are ejected via the bright red door labelled “Women”. The meaning of this violent ejection is multi-faceted – who and what have they become? You could ruminate for hours about what this final exit represents. If you listen hard enough, you can hear some words spoken by L into the ear of V – this might hold some clues.

 

PS: In your film, the sign quality of the generative matrix of nature emerges as an apparition, as if to recover the primordial origin of a mimetic language of matter and form. The final lesson in fact moves from vowels and consonants in the act of naming at last: the s drags on until it generates souffle, breath. If language were to convey only a convention, the idea of searching for a truth, would it be a naivety without parameters? In your film Quarantaine do you try to recover the glorious body of language?

 

GS: Above everything I am interested in sound and voice, how listening can transport and communicate independently of linguistic “meaning”. The lessons in listening that the initiates undertake in Quarantaine really begin inside the EAR Room. Before that the codes are mainly visual (the cards in The Grey Room). While laid naked beneath the EAR they are serenaded by Pauline Oliveros’s Bye Bye Butterfly (1967), a seminal experimental electronic sound work from the pioneer of “deep listening”. Of this work Oliveros said – “It bids farewell, not only to the music of the 19th century but also to the system of polite morality of that age and its attendant institutionalised oppression of the female sex.” It was important for me to use this piece in this scene. In the following chapter – through/or inside the EAR, we encounter the instructor Pearl Mama One for the first time. She performs a prolonged and extreme vocalization while hovering back and forth as a floating head. The sounds, breaths and utterances are strange and foreign to us, it’s difficult to listen to, she penetrates our brain, but if we listen deeply enough meaning will eventually arrive. In fact, Loré Lixenberg (the mezzo soprano performing as Pearl Mama One) had Oliveros’s Bye Bye Butterfly inside her ear during filming and was attempting to vocalise and translate these electronic sounds. This was a glorious virtuoso performance which created a whole new embodied language and became the beating pulse and breathing lungs of Quarantaine.

 

*The voice of The Pink Ursula Material is the voice of Rivette muse and star of Duelle (1976) the late actress Hermine Karagheuz, recorded in 2017.

Pauline Curnier Jardin & Feel Good Cooperative – Fireflies (lucciole)

PRESS RELEASE

Opening: February 3rd, 2022, h 18 – 21
3.02.2022 – 02.04.2022

Regarding her book Storia laica delle donne religiose, in the columns of the magazine Jesus, the Jesuit Piersandro Varzan suggested Ida Magli to consult a psychoanalyst to solve her obsession about sex, but the anthropologist dismissed the attack by responding on a page of La Repubblica with these words: “Speaking of the institutions of the Church, one is forced to speak of sexuality. They are the ones who made the distinctions. If the Church canonizes saints, rightly, as virgins, what can I do about it?”. It was 1995. Ida Magli stated that the language and the imaginary are gendered and that the female image is a construction of the male gaze mediated by theology which provides vocabulary and images.

The work of Pauline Curnier Jardin with its hyperbolic use of the grotesque category, tending towards hypersexualization, seems to refer to the idea of sacrifice and martyrdom, we are thinking of Explosion Ma Baby (2016), an experimental film produced by editing material collected since 2010, of Grotta Profunda Approfundita (2017), centered on the figure of Bernadette Soubirous, presented at the 57th edition of the Venice Biennale curated by Christine Marcel, Fat to Ashes (2019) presented at the Hamburger Bahnhof for the Preis der Nationalgalerie exhibition, a film that assembles images of Sant’Agata Festival in Catania and the Köln carnival in Germany with those of the slaughter of a pig. This reference to martyrdom and sacrifice is also subtly present in Teetotum (2018) the film commissioned to Curnier Jardin by Frieze Film and Channel 4, and Fireflies (lucciole) (2020), the film made in Rome together with Feel Good Cooperative founded by the artist, an architect and three sex workers at the time of the pandemic, after the artist’s residency in Rome at the French Academy in Villa Medici. These works somehow lead back to the sacred and profane and sacred and power, endemic in the Western culture and which festivals and popular devotion so appropriately return in the emphasis of bodies and gestures. Technically controlled, as baroque virtuosity always is, considering the baroque as a universal category, the works of Pauline Curnier Jardin express the strength of the archaic that shows itself in the contemporary world and seem to ask the viewer to go back to the origin of Western civilization and capitalist patriarchy, based on sacrifice and martyrdom imposed to everything recognized as different, whether it is woman or nature, indigenous population of colonized territories or forms of sexual diversity. Curnier Jardin’s grotesque realism colored by paradoxical overabundance is not a cathartic reverse world like Bachtine’s carnival, but rather tends to hyperbolically tint the unconscious of our culture to eradicate its darks roots. Curnier Jardin’s work with its bright colors seems to tell us that the human world, in order to become ecological, should be queer and completely anti-capitalist, and its language should slowly desexualize to become more neutral, peaceful and sustainable, but this requires a rebellion, and we understand Pauline Curnier Jardin’s Q’un sang impur (2029) as a rebellion. Inspired by Un chant d’amour, Jean Genet’s 1950 sole and cult film, in Q’un sang impur Curnier Jardin presents elderly women whose sexual desire, awakened by young, unaware males, manifests in a sudden and abnormal menstrual flow, comparable in its mode to male ejaculation, which causes the equally sudden and dazing death of the boys touched by the impure gaze of their grandmothers. On the other hand, Mary Douglas in Purity and danger: an analysis of concepts of pollution and taboo of 1966 states that the test of purity organises society on levels of inequality, defining dirty everything is out of place compared to the shared morality.

At Pinksummer Pauline Curnier Jardin will present the film Fireflies (lucciole) made in 2020 together with Feel Good Cooperative during the first traumatic pandemic period. The magic of Curnier Jardin’s film makes “the fireflies” mythological creatures that move in the suburban countryside of Rome, actualizing, in an arbitrary but reasonable way, that article on the void of power and the disappearance of the fireflies by Pier Paolo Pasolini that appeared in the Corriere della Sera in 1975: “Even the most advanced and critical intellectuals did not notice that the fireflies were disappearing”. If Pasolini interpreted the actual disappearance of the fireflies as a clear sign of the economic, ecological, urban and anthropological disaster of the void of power, here the reference is also to the fact that the coronavirus pandemic has decimated the sex workers’ trade, reducing the approximately 100000 people working in the sector to poverty. Although sex work is not explicitly prohibited by the criminal code in Italy, the abolitionist system makes it very difficult to carry out this work, and sex workers have no economic or health protection. Removing the sale of sexual services from the realm of morality and psychology and placing it within the realm of work, with all the rights and duties that a job implies, would also be a form of ecology to eliminate marginalization, abuse and exploitation.

The drawings presented in the exhibition are made with Feel Good Cooperative too.

One could conclude with Pasolini thus: “that I, even though a multinational, would give the whole of Montedison for a firefly”.

Pauline Curnier Jardin (b. 1980, Marseille, France) is a Berlin-Rome based artist working across installation, performance, film, and drawing.  In her work, Curnier Jardin has revisited Joan of Arc, Bernadette Soubirous, the Goddess Demeter, the birth of Jesus and his saint Family, the Anatomical theatre of the Renaissance, as well as pagan and catholic rites in Central and Southern Europe. She is the winner of the 2019 German Preis der Nationalgalerie, the 2021 Villa Romana Prize in Firenze, and recipient of the 2019-2020 Villa Medici fellowship in Rome. Her work was included or commissioned over the last years in: Steirischer Herbst Festival, Graz; Manifesta 13, Marseille; Palais de Tokyo, Paris; the Bergen Assembly, Bergen Biennial; International Film Festival, Rotterdam; the 57th Venice Biennale; Tate Modern, London; Performa 15, New York.

Feel Good Cooperative was born with a workshop made during the severe Italian lockdown of spring 2020. With the help of the photographer and sex worker Alexandra Lopez, architect and academic Serena Olcuire, Curnier Jardin invited a Rome-based, Columbian group of sex workers to draw their work and paid them at the equivalent cost for their labour, in or-der to produce the content of an exhibition. The project created a space of expression and financial compensation for these Roman workers whose daily life is linked to intimacy and to the foreign body. Proceeds from the sale of these works will be divided between members of the cooperative. “Feel Good Cooperative” members: Alexandra Lopez, Serena Olcuire, Pauline Curnier Jardin, Andrea, Alexandra Mapuchina, Gilda Star, Giuliana.
The Feel Good Cooperative has exhibited internationally at: Villa Medici, Academia di Francia a Roma, Italy, Fondation Lambert pour l’Art Contemporain, Avignon, France, Haus der Kulturen der Welt, berlin, Germany, Kunstverein Braunschweig, Germany and Villa Romana in Firenze.

Tobias Putrih – Internal Affairs

 

PRESS RELEASE

October 1st, 2021 – January 15, 2022

Opening: October 1st, 2021 – 4 to 9 pm

 

Tobias Putrih: I realized it would be too complicated to ship the cardboard works to Italy. They are simply too fragile without a frame… so I decided to frame them all here. But most of all, I would also like to revise the concept of the show a bit. I have been digging through Slovenian newspapers archives from the ‘50s and collecting images. Mostly around 1950-1953 when a couple of politicians in Yugoslavia decided to brake with Russia and build their own hybrid system between socialism and market economy, they called workers’ self-management. I can write a few paragraphs about it. The title of the show right now is Internal Affairs. But I’ll think about it. My fluorescent work from the late ‘90s would be the central piece in the show. During the last month I also made some wooden sculptures that go along with it and have photographs (actually they are offset printing plates) attached to them. The same plates will be used to print v few page “artist book” in a size of a newspaper. The cardboard pieces will come extra – you can show them in the back. I’ll send you images of the works in the next days and you can tell me which ones you want. All together there are nine of them.

Pinksummer: Did you see Toward a Concrete Utopia: Architecture in Yugoslavia 1948-1980 at MoMa and Architecture. Sculpture. Remembrance. The Art of Monuments of Yugoslavia 1945-1991 at Dessa Gallery in Ljubljana? It is Tito who decides in 1948 to brake with Russia making of Yugoslavia, SFRY the leader of not aligned nations, isn’t it? This kind of Yugoslavian Socialism made that modernist architecture in Yugoslavia became so special. When you write about utopia you mean this kind of abstract peculiar language? Utopia is always an island? Yugoslavia has something of Huxley island between the Eastern culture and Western one between NATO and URSS.

TP: Yes, Tito and the rest had to brake from Soviets because they were afraid to take all the land from the partisans who fought during the war and without nationalization of the land Soviet system simply was not viable. So later Kardelj and Kidrič came up with the new social and economic program that was somehow propped up with extensive American funding. Meanwhile Tito was baking apple strudel with Sophia Loren.

PS: On October 3rd, 2011, Slovenian Constitutional Court declared the dedication of Ljubljana’s new road to Josip Broz Tito unconstitutional, because it could be interpreted as a recognition of the previous non-democratic regime and in contrast of the respect and human dignity according to the new Slovenian constitution. It was the first decision made by a judicial body of a democratic state of the former Yugoslavia on Tito’s inheritance. Socialist Yugoslavia represented a sort of prosperous anomaly in the world map, choosing to back out of the Cold War and drawing an alternative path that is somehow uchronic as well as utopian to the two existing power blocs. The starting point of utopias is to identify a single or multiple evil, guilty of a negative social asset against which an alternative was going, outlining a new identity. Did the history of the Federal Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia build its first prospect of happiness around the anti-fascist partisan struggle? Was it for this reason that Yugoslavia was never part of the Warsaw Pact like all the countries of NATO? Although history is always much more complex, is it possible that Tito’s Yugoslavia has always remained a post-war country that continued to identify evil in fascisms and good in liberation from fascisms? Was it a mistake not to identify a new true enemy?

TP: As you mention, talking about Yugoslavia’s so called “third way” you have to put everything in perspective. First of all, after the war Tito realized that he simply can’t go forward with Soviet idea of land nationalization. Land was everything what was left to the boys and girls who joined the partizans and fought on his side. So agrarian reform in1948 was a glass half full. It left Stalin angry because the Soviet directives were not followed and as the cap on the land ownership under new reform was relatively small, farming of countless small lots simply became unsustainable. So, they had to invent something new. And this “something new” was a slight turn back towards market economy. It was a pure experiment, imagined by Tito’s right-hand intellectuals Edvard Kardelj and Milovan Đjilas. Of course, Americans were delighted to get on their side someone like Tito able to poke Stalin in his eye, so they pumped money into Yugoslav economy and put Tito on the cover of Times and Life magazine. And of course, Tito played both sides. Soon after Stalin died, Khrushchev realized that Soviets can’t let Yugoslavia slip into American hands and suddenly the country was awash with American and Soviet loans. This was exactly Tito’s main legacy – building a country between two superpowers and inventing in-between economic and social system. He might be able to get it his way if Yugoslavia wasn’t such a fragmented place – different religions, languages and huge difference in economic development between north and south. It worked till 1968, simply because majority believed in the idea of better future. Peasant girl could suddenly go to school and finish university. The economic expansion till mid-sixties was simply amazing. As Bosnian-American writer Aleksandar Hemon described his mother – she believed in the idea of Yugoslavia, beyond nationalism, beyond corrupted West and autocratic East. Yes, Tito was a dictator, but was the one who won the war and said no to Stalin and besides, he was one of them, a locksmith from a small town on Slovenian-Croatian border. The photos of him dancing with Elizabeth Taylor and baking apple strudel with Sophia Loren didn’t hurt. He was a glamorous dictator who had a dark side, but people simply didn’t mind. So, Yugoslavia was something she and many, many people really believed in.  But then came disillusionment of 1968, where the old guard simply didn’t understand that to keep nationalism at bay, the idea of progress and constant economic and social alignment was crucial for the country existence. You are maybe right that the old guard who saw the world from the war’s perspective simply didn’t let it go. And from there on it went downhill. Hemon’s parents emigrated to Canada after the hell broke loose and Yugoslavia fell apart. They joined their rebellious son, who after all realized that his parents had something he will never have – they had a belief in the idea that was much larger than individual, a belief they are building better society. No matter how misguided or naive this sounds from today’s perspective, it was probably quite special.

PS: Internal Affairs is the title you gave to your fourth solo show at Pinksummer. Referring to the “Druga Yugoslavia”, it immediately made us think of Heisemberg’s uncertainty principle and the fact that it is impossible to know the details of a system without disturbing it. Certain pairs of complementary physical quantities (external image and internal reality) are not measurable at the same time. In this exhibition you have privileged the measuring instruments to determine the position and the internal electric charge of the former Yugoslavia in those first metabolic and very hybrid 50s. But the outsider cannot be produced by the structure of utopia, just as the foreigner is tolerated only for short periods, the time necessary for them to be able to witness the wonders of the trendy utopia elsewhere, in the case of the former Yugoslavia, more constructive that escapist. Doesn’t every perspective of utopia happiness always gets bogged down on the difficult terrain of social inclusion?

TP: Yugoslavian case is highly idiosyncratic. In 1951 couple of former partisans simply got the task to implement the new system of self-management, the cautious turn back to the market economy. There was no blueprint how to do it, they didn’t know what to expect or where the whole experiment is taking them. For this sort of shift into unknown, you need certain consensus within the society, certain element of fear, even repression, but also hope, expectation of better life, and brighter future. You could say it’s a utopia in terms Édouard Glissant used – utopia as trembling, a state of a constant flux. But question developing this project was perhaps more directed towards nostalgia, nostalgia in a productive sense of exploring side alleys and lateral potentialities of modernity. Svetlana Boym described at length this “off-modern” re-use of the past, sometimes tortured but poetic, and by no means straightforward. Viktor Shklovsky’s metaphor for this sort of approach was a knight’s move in chess, where modernity, is never a state of facts, but constant replay of “what if” scenarios.  In that sense an object becomes a marker of a conflicted, state between fear and hope, a narrow line between emptiness and fulfillment, but most of all, a feeling of belonging, being part of communal experience, brighter future. When I was still in Ljubljana, I was close, but never really part of the artists’ community that occupied former army barracks at Metelkova in the early nineties after the fall of Yugoslavia, so for my project “1:1” at Metelkova in Ljubljana in 1999 I had a freedom to ask the same question I’m asking now – could an object reflect such “what if” tension? In the case of Metelkova I was focused on a brief period of social transition of the early nineties, a time of hope and energy, that was never meant to last and in fact it did in part already collapse by the time of my show in 1999. The object in the show was, as you mention, a measuring instrument, a foreign object that didn’t belong there. It was a part to some parallel “what if” universe. The current show is continuation of the same experiment, in this iteration focused further back, in the early 1950s, when the energy was similar, maybe just more amplified, and in both cases, it was a time of a rift that produced enormous collective effort that’s in the center if my interest. So, if you ask me what this show is about, my answer would be – it’s like reenacting a time of belonging. As such it’s masked as a narrative, where viewer has a chance to approach and understand it.

PS: That new society that believed in a better future and knew how to get out of the individual sphere also involved women, the partisans had earned the Federal Socialist Republic of Yugoslavia with gun shots together with men. The first post-war constitution of Yugoslavia in 1946 granted full citizenship to women, the right to vote, special protections in the education process. In 1962, just under half of the graduates of the Zagreb Faculty of Architecture were women. Branka Tagik Novak designed the first prefabricated kitchens Svetlana Kana Radević collaborated in Tokyo with the metabolist Kishō Kurowawa. It was believed in the egalitarian distribution of wealth and attention to the female condition was implicit. The condition of Yugoslavia after Tito’s death in 1980 was relatively peaceful in the 1980s; in the 1990s, those who intended to divide society according to ethnic and religious criteria prevailed and heinous crimes such as mass rapes were perpetrated during the wars in the Balkans. Don’t you think that the extreme capitalism in which we live, where wealth is in the hands of a few destined to be less and less can only lead to divisive conditions, including gender, and to a gloomy vision of the future? Don’t you think that a more egalitarian distribution of wealth can herald brighter visions of the future, beyond any sense of belonging to a specific community?

TP: The fact is that Yugoslavia strived to be egalitarian society, but the problem and one of the causes for its eventual downfall was exactly the failure to achieve this goal. Similarly to Italy, income and productivity gap between north and south was enormous in the 50s and in an ethnically and religiously diverse country this was a really hard problem to solve that eventually created resentments on both sides. So, on one hand you can say that the system created relatively egalitarian middle class, but the existence of the middle class was a work in progress, because the industrialization of the country was highly uneven. Looking from a broader perspective, these openings, the states of “trembling” are most of the time triggered by a traumatic event. In Yugoslavia this was a Second World War and later collapse of the country in the early nineties. I’m not sure if such braking points that eventually balance society towards egalitarianism, can be result of a policy or political will. It’s a much rawer, bottom-up force needed for such a seismic shift. Perhaps today during globalism’s push towards uniformity, standardization, and optimization the task of a cultural producer is to nurture a disorienting state of diversity, endless chain of “what if” scenarios, to reimagine and reenact the state of trauma and hope, to remind us on different modes of coexistence and keep us sane.

Mark Dion – By the Sea

PRESS RELEASE

Pinksummer: Since language produces sense and generates meaning, do you think that abolishing the word “race” from the vocabulary of the constitutions, where the laws of the states and nations are based, could discourage the discriminatory attitudes typical of racism?
Although starting from Hippocrates to the XVIII century the word “race” has been used more or less interchangeably with the term “species”, we now know that unlike species, race is not a taxonomic category, but a biologically blurry social construct based on a phenotypic grouping lacking zoological significance, regardless of the species of reference, whether it is the human (homo sapiens) or any other species belonging to the animal kingdom. Isn’t naming in itself the first form of classification and in this sense doesn’t it imply the possibility of thinking exclusively one’s own thought? In what relationship are words and things in your work?

Mark Dion: Interesting question. I am not an expert in constitutional history or the concept of race, however I have learned quite a bit from scholars of the history of science and evolution like Stephan Jay Gould (particularly in The Mismeasure of  Man), Cary Wolfe and Donna Haraway, about the grim history of “scientific racism”.
As far as I know, the term race is used in constitutional language as a way to protect the rights of all, regardless of race. It tends to be used to emphasize those who have suffered historically from discrimination, as is the same for the terms sex or sexual orientation. Perhaps it should could be eliminated, since protections and rights of  “all people”, could actually mean all people.
As you say, race is not really a biological term, but a cultural one, which has a long history of mischief, from domination and discrimination to all out extermination. For the first half of the last century there was a fierce attempt to qualify race as something like species. Race theory camouflaged itself as evolutionary biology. I have a large collection of early 20th century biology text books which strive to frame race as a biological issues of separate species in the most appalling and fraudulent manner.
I think a big part of my work is about looking at the history of science and classification and highlighting the moments when ideology, pseudoscience and social agents permeates bourgeois science. Language, as you mention, can be the first instance of this pollution. The body of work I am exhibiting currently, is of course of full frontal attack on language and signification, since there is very little apparent logic to the drawings, masquerading as informational charts.

PS: Shortly after the storming of the Bastille in 1789 the Enlightenment led to the declaration of the rights of human, in which women and slaves were not implicitly admitted, but not explicitly excluded either, and in the context of sensory anthropology at that time began to consider inadmissible the sharp break between the rights of humans and non-humans, animals. Jeremy Bentham, founder of utilitarianism, proposed an ethical approach aimed at minimizing the suffering of sentient beings. According to anti-speciesist political activism, the invention of the concept of species is fundamental to think of oneself as other than the animal. The exploitation of animality goes back to the Neolithic, to the birth of settled agricultural societies, and coincides with the beginning of slavery. In order to get out of the anthropocentric domination to non-human sentients, the question that anti-speciesists think must be asked is not whether they can speak or reason, but whether they can suffer. Do you think that the peculiar intelligence of humans can remain a parameter for determining the value of other zoological species?

MD: One fundamental problem of course is that we tend to frame the discussion as humans on one side and all animals on the other. The word ‘Animal’ is pretty bloody useless. The refers to everything from Protozoa and Corals, to Hummingbirds and Orangoutang. Not much room for differentiation. Clearly when we speak about animals we need to express that there is a world of difference between a sea snail and a killer whale, between a wolf and a cricket. There are numerous animals who share a form of cognition remarkably similar to our own, including complex social structure. I would have no issue including them in the concept of personhood, with all its rights and protections.
The problem of how humans imagine their place in the world, goes back to the formation of the most pernicious and persistent idea in the Western tradition – The Great Chain of Being or Scala Naturea. This concept which lasts from the classical period all the way into the 19the century (and indeed finds expression today), establish hierarchy and the sense of human as the culmination of the natural world.
I think so much of our culture has evolved as a direct denial of our animality, which would include death, sex, eating, aging, and the elimination of waste. The terror of our own mortality has much to do with the selling out of the beings we share the planet with. It is telling that we actually use the word ‘animal’ as insult.

PS: Capitalism could be the way in which homo sapiens has expressed anthropocentrism to the detriment of the planet and diversity. In this sense, could the post-human inter-speciesist ethic ever develop within a capitalist system whose paradoxical plasticity is that it also benefits from ethical veganism?

MD: As much as I truly believe that Capitalism and Colonialism, have been the most destructive historical factors for the world’s environments and biodiversity, I don’t think Capitalism is the only expression of world-shaping anthropocentrism. Certainly in the Western tradition as well as numerous others, domination, degradation and destruction of natural places and organisms existed long before capitalism.
However I totally agree that the kind of world where a post-human inter-speciesist ethic, or even a place that valued wild things and places for their inherent selves, can not be fostered by the values of capitalism which states that wealth is generated by the conversion of natural resources.

PS: Tell us about your environmentalism, made even more radical not only by the imaginative use of taxonomic categories handled with ease, but also by the intelligible line of your drawings, by the polite aesthetics of your “cabinets” and by what has been defined in your work as the lack of historical distinction with respect to the finds, generally artificialia, that you collect and order.  Everything refers to the hic et nunc: your exhibits carefully arranged in historical indifferentiation seem to intimately subvert those same standards of positive or positivist museum cataloguing to which you refer. History intended as linear progress has exploded and with it every deterministic illusion about the futures should be extinguished?

MD: There are many ways to be an environmental thinker and artist. When I imagine art in the service of the environment and art as part of building a progressive culture of nature, I feel like the situation calls for “all hands on deck”. My role as an artist is to interrogate the history of ideas and objects to attempt to understand how we, as a society,  have evolved a suicidal relationship to the natural world. That is my place in the construction of a thoughtful critique and manifestation of a new culture of nature.
However I also think one of the most important roles artists can have is to nurture and stimulate love for environmental justice, wild things and wild places, and I do not mean only pristine places. In the end, people will only save what they love, and they will only love what they encounter, learn about and experience. It is this progressive culture of nature I am championing. To thrive it will require the participation of a wide variety of visual artists – from those who take beautiful photos and make exquisite films about the natural world, to those who work with engineers and scientists to find practical solutions to ecological problems, to those who condemn destruction and greed, to those who imagine another world. We each have our job to do. My place in that is to interrogate the history of ideas in the natural history display tradition but also to build works and spaces that encourage fruitful interactions with biotic communities.

PS: In order to erase the thousands of botanical and zoological species that disappear from the face of the earth every year due to some action of human, has the binomial nomenclature of the last two taxa of Linnaeus’ taxonomic method been maintained: genus species in Latin and italics? Isn’t it poignant to think of a negative cataloging of the natural world?

MD: People often misunderstand my criticism of taxonomy as a war on scientific systematics, when this is not the case. While we have be vigilant about social agendas influencing systematics, the field is an exceptionally valuable tool in our understanding of world. Systematics is a way of tracing evolutionary relationships and while an artifical system it is an a structure which helps us comprehend and quantify biodiversity. While scientific classification may have started with the imposition of hierarchical thinking as a way to understand the works and methods of the christian god, it has transformed as field essential to illuminating the complexity of evolution.
The poignancy you mention is something I have long worked about (since the late 1980’s)- the modern period being bookend by first the list of plants and animals ‘discovered’, followed by the list of the species going extinct. Of course without systematic identification of organisms, we would not have a clue what we are loosing.

PS: It is said that collectors are the most passionate men/women in the world. Your work certainly implies collecting and ordering in a rigorous way, classification is the terrain in which your ascientific freedom as an artist manifests itself, considering that one can define in a proper way this attitude to freedom, with respect to the classifying action. In your work, is it the object that has a guiding role or is it the system that contains it?

MD: Well ordering a collection is remarkably similar to curatorial practice which I find almost indistinguishable from art making. While I often determine an organizational framework before I start collecting, it can not be overly rigid, since the method must be in dialogue with the objects themselves. There certainly are times when an object or series of things are just so truly remarkable that the entire framework must be altered to accommodate them.
As you say my orderings are often ascientific. Additionally I avoid recapitulation of standard organizational tropes like chronology, regional difference, taxonomic types, function and form, random or chance operations. As problematic as the wunderkammer may be, it does offer a range of allegorical ordering principals which predate the Enlightenment and can be expressively liberating.

PS: What will you be presenting at Pinksummer for your first solo show titled By the Sea?

MD: This exhibition is particularly exciting to me since much of the work is the result of the recent lockdown period. Most of work is based on an interaction with site. I respond to the location where projects are situated, research and explore and let the site tell me what do. Suddenly, I had no site, no team, no budget, nothing of my usual methodological structure. Rather then becoming paralyzed I recalled that I am an artist, I don’t need much more then pencil, ink and paper. So much of the work in the exhibition are drawings and charts made over this period.
Drawing has long been an essential aspect of my practice but in the past a large drawing for me would be 30 X 40 cm. These new works are often much larger. This was a great moment to adapt and push myself beyond my conventional range of expression.
Most of the works in the exhibition relate to issues of ocean health and marine biodiversity. This has been a major focus of my work for quite some time, but also it has much to do the Genova’s relationship to the sea. My home town, New Bedford, Massachusetts is also a gritty industrial sea port and fishing city. I feel a kinship with Genova based on my own formative experience as port city dweller. Part of this exhibition arrives from an infinity to the kinds of issues and challenges  working cities of the sea face. Work related to the oceans can not help but be somewhat melancholic since there is so little positive news arising from the marine environments. One of the only ways to make work like this bearable is to deploy humor, craft and complexity in the critical DNA of the works themselves.

 

 

We would like to thank The Black Bag and Genova Cleaners for their help in collecting the plastic marine debris that the sea gives back to the beaches.

Luca Trevisani – In bocca

PRESS RELEASE

Pinksummer: Sometimes one has the impression that food, at least within Western countries, has become the ephemeral background of some pathological social assets. As if in front of the excess and the waste of food, we tended to invest less in substance and more in form. Food is tasted, enjoyed but not eaten: hunger, meant as need, appears anachronistic, if not really gross. You said that diet is a social sculpture. To what extent your diet has been informed by your choice to turn the leftovers of your dishes into the fairy landscapes of the papers you will present at Pinksummer for your fourth solo show, titled In Bocca (Into the Mouth)? And what in this exhibition – we are referring especially to the reliquary still life works- concerns the recovery of food sacrality?

Luca Trevisani: Our diet – whatever it is – is a real sculpture, a process of formalization of the world, a way of casting energies obtained by making choices concerning taste, belonging and ideology. Diet is an attempt to control of your body that designs economies, alliances, societies and landscapes. Each artwork is a scale model of reality, a way to fix up things, to make order, to remind us of the hierarchies.  Working with what we eat, with what keeps us alive, is a political gesture, because it reminds us that our identity is a construction in progress, an uncertain clot of matter and narrations.

Kitchen work is not a revival of Futurist provocative stances, nor of Gordon Matta-Clark’s rituals: the crux of the matter is not to involve food as eclectic raw material, but to act on food as a collective glue, history of matter, social precipitated, biological writing. It is not about making a sculpture out of food, but about transforming food into a sculpture, into a monument, into an experience, thus acknowledging its wisdom and celebrating its power. I call myself a sculptor, as you know well, because I taste the matter, and because I try to tell stories that pass through us in my own way: hardware and software, we would say in English. The material knowledge and the narratives with which we organize it. One great thing about matter is that it is old, ancient, ancestral, it forces us to take a bath of humility, it is an excellent antidote to the boring world of social egomania. We live in an always on present, in which we must always be up to date, accelerated, jerky, prompt, to pull off opinions on anything at any time. Well, my reaction is to look at the cycle of the seasons, to go back to studying a different biological rhythm, without being nostalgic or naïve though. I want to transform the biological fragility of food into an innovative materic laboratory, into a playful, but also ethical and political, phantasmagoria.

A few months ago, I started emptying and drying seasonal fruit and vegetable, in order to make some bowls of time, magical relics that would turn the wet into the dry, and the soft into the eternal.

At first, I thought they were docile, also tender, and funny objects, but as the time was going by, I realized their violence. After some time, I started to save the leftovers of my meals, as I was giving thanks to what feeds me. The acid of the lemons, and their juice invisible ink, did the rest, composing those paper mandalas.

This exhibition is made up of two series of works that conceal a desecrating and desperate energy under decorative clothes. They are fossils, as the fossil, if you think, is a lump of undigested, never assimilated matter, vomited into the world. These sculptures are an irreverent analogic message, they remind us that no body is neutral.

Fossils undermine any idea of authorship, in their world there are no inventions, only discoveries, hybridizations and syncretism, their writing proceeds by pollination, they are the result of a collective metabolism.

I am more interested in materials than in forms, and I try to tease them to free their voice, to drag them out in order to show their wisdom, to make them sound in order to hear how conformist and limited is the way we look at the world and think about it.

PS: They say animals get food, and only men, as an eminently symbolic animals, properly eat, and, in this sense, we could transform the Cartesian cogito ergo sum into edo (from the Latin verb edere) ergo sum, meaning that food a is form of initiation into knowledge, because men think about food while eating. The crisis seems to be pushing people to flock to restaurants. You have described this trend as a kind of hysterical writing and it is no coincidence that much of contemporary despair is transmuted into anorexia, into nervous bulimia and, within other social spheres, obesity. Don’t you think that in such a table society, food tends to devour every form of complexity, to the point of flattening urban landscape into gastromania?

LT: Our knowledge of the world passes though the senses and occurs in the direct manipulation of things: eating, digesting, expelling, withholding are just a few moments of the wheel of metamorphosis, that is always in motion. In a world obsessed with the pure and the certain, we need to nurture highly energetic processes, to find the strength to be curious.

I am keen on matter as nourishment, not on mainstream food culture, that in just a few years has transformed a ritual of coexistence into an empty and aggressive fetish, into a status symbol to be conquered and exhibited. The world of food, as it is told and experienced, is a sad, steroidal laboratory, where our identities are defined according to the parameters of a naïve and toxic positivism, a performance nightmare with no joy, where the only hunger is the one for success, while our social position must rise. In all this neurasthenic whirlwind of social duties and performative cuisine, what happened to curiosity? Curiosity is everything to me: it is a constant work, neither light nor innocent, neither necessary peaceful, but with guaranteed rewards. Being curious is not a party, or a playful, childish or colorful act; being curious is an addiction, which forces us to be open to the world, to question our beliefs and balances, to look for solutions to problems we don’t yet know we have. It is like making works of art by pretending not to have made them, but to have found them, like a fossil discovered in the heart of a mountain, perhaps made from dried fruit…

PS: Ludwig Feuerbach, whose ideas influenced Engels and Marx, stated “Der Mensch ist, was er isst” “Man is what he eats”, a phrase that in German language plays on the similarity of the third person singular of the verd “to be” with the verb “to eat”. Feuerbach’s radical materialism argued against any philosophy that denied psychophysics unity of man, going so far as to claim that we coincide with whatever we ingest. On the other hand, at the time, in the middle of the 19th century, there were serious problems of subsistence, so Feuerbach said that hunger not only destroys the physical vigor but also deprives man of his ability to think and thus of his humanity.

He argued that at the bases of perfecting culture there is good nutrition and that, in order to change a population, one must change its material conditions.

Now, even though hunger and famine seem to be tamed in Europe, the Community agricultural policy (CAP) established in 1962, absorbs the 40% of the total UE budget and still tends to facilitate the big landowners who go against to the so-called green new deal, thus affecting the quality of the products of food farming industry in respect of the use of pesticides and chemical fertilizers, that have a strong impact on the environment and on the quality of our eating habits. To get back to a text you recommended us reading, the wild bread discussed by Camporesi, that induced people to dream of quiet, artificial lands of milk and honey, did it take on more ambigous and sugary guises, a bit like wars did? Does food, like the leftovers and food fossils in your works, turn into feelings too?

LT: In the years of Weimar republic, from 1919 to 1922, a pervasive smell of garlic filled the spaces of the Bauhaus canteen, and the bodies of the student who ate there. Alma Mahler, Walter Gropius’s wife, as ascetic as she was, found that smell simply intolerable.

According to Bernd Wedemeyer-Kolwe, Bauhaus was the first art school to include rhythmic gymnastics in its courses. Well, it was also the first one in which a strict dietary regimen was introduced, regulated by Georg Muche and devised by Johannes Itten after the rules of the Mazdaist doctrine.

Inspired by Zoroastrianism, the programme involved strict vegetarianism, imposing a strict diet of grains and nuts, juices and vegetables, without disdaining the use of powerful laxatives. Between lessons and rituals, Itten persuaded students to focus on purifying their bodies, with the aim of achieving a form of intestinal cleansing to balance the individual body and affect the spiritual one, part of a shared and binding community experience. Here we go, you ask me about food as a feeling, and I answer you with the bitter chalice of utopia…

One story among many others reminding us how body and food are engaged in a never-ending duel, the one between the perception of technology as an evolutionary tool and the perturbing sensation of being inhabited and defined by a foreign body. I believe in the cognitive power of art and sculpture, but above all in the cognitive power of cooking, as a form of democratic knowledge exercised from below, as a magnifying glass that let us understand, and decide, what animal we want to be.

PS: The emergence of epidemiologically relevant diseases is always embedded in a certain social anthropological background. Carol Gilligan, in A different Voice, states that women’s psychic illness have been misunderstood because the underlying reading model is a male one. On the subject of identity construction through the redefinition of diet, anorexia determined by deliberately starving oneself at the risk of one’s own life became widespread in the second half of the 20th century and took the place of 19th century hysteria as an essentially female pathology.

Anorexia affects mainly adolescent, affluent, white, Western females. Rudolfh M. Bell in The Holy Anorexia. Fasting and mysticism from the Middle Ages to the present day, has built a bridge between the anorexia of the mystics in the Middle Ages and contemporary nervous anorexia. It is difficult to trace the ascetic fasts of saints such as Caterina of Siena and others who suffered from eating disorders between 1300 and 1500 back to a malfunction of the pituitary gland, which the scholar traces back to the struggle for identity autonomy and the conquest of rights in a patriarchal society, implemented by interrupting the vital mechanism of nutrition and repudiating physicality. Under that light, Middle Age anorexic saints seem to be surrounded by a feminist aura. Both medieval saints and contemporary girls who pursue the thinness launched by Twiggy in the 1970s, pursue ideals that are well accepted by their time. With the Counter-Reformation, that branded as heresy the dietary pathologies of ascets, the practice of extreme fasting among saints has gradually disappeared. Instead of being a democratic means of cohesion, food sometimes becomes an element of dispersion and still plays a major role in the differentiation between male and female genders. Still, even today, kitchen work is mostly a female domain, while gourmet cooking with its tendency to sublimate, to etherize, to aestheticize and finally to miniaturize portions, is predominantly male. Will there ever be a cohesive and common food horizon, and if it will, how shall we recognize it?

LT: I’m thinking of the monastic Rule, the monastic community that shares the silence, the cloister’s vegetable theatre, and the daily practice. Without rules we do not live, it is like playing tennis without a net, there is neither head nor tail. If food is a triumph of masses and libations without shame or direction, then I propose Franciscan poverty, that fights for a single right, that of having no rights, and positions itself beyond political control, into metaphysics. Poverty meant not as deprivation, but as frugal knowledge, as the ability to recognize what is necessary.

PS: The artworks that are going to be featured in the exhibition In Bocca seem to refer to the need to move from an ego position to an eco position: moving from food, they take back to the idea of the circular economy of life, that, unlike the linear productive economic development of the Anthropocene, is inclusive, producing no waste whatsoever, both in terms of material and in terms of marginalization of human and social capital. The productive waste of the linear economy is indigestible: it cannot be thrown away and disposed of, but only moved a little further down the planet. Food has changed the biomass of the earth, if we think that 60% of the mammals on the planet are animals bred for food, 36% are humans and only 4% are wild species. Besides gently whispering that no body is neutral, the fossils and the indigestible leftovers of In Bocca indicate the urgency of a thorough ecological approach and of solidarity too – or rather pity?

LT: Cooking exists to maintain the fire, and therefore the ritual. These recipes of mine are therapeutic but not because they are meant to soothe, on the contrary they keep wounds open, they do not aim to cauterize our ego, but to strip away all its defenses. Altars to fragility, vanitas, memento mori, still life, call them however you like, the genre is just that one. They are the perfect image of our stumbling into a mystery, an image with a solid body but a liquid soul, fleeting but not vanishing, remaining as a timeless warning. Food is the glue between our body and the whole landscape, eating exorcises the fear of the eternal, the works I set up inside In bocca question what happens to matter when it separates from the notion of the individual, at the end of the ego, beyond the narcissistic dream, when what we are goes where we will never know.

PS: Your art has always been characterized by an attempt to permanently fix what is perishable. Is it a sort of repudiation of the passing of time or a fascination with eternity?

LT: It is a bit like water, that embodies the idea of perpetual motion, a continuous redefinition of everything. Alchemy is a hymn to the porosity of things, it is holistic trust, it is the theory of Whole, recognizing that everything is everywhere. To react to the cult of the self with the suspension of the ego, the little control, the beauty of inexperience, the mystery.

It is said that Henri Bergson believed that our consciousness was not located in the body, but that it existed outside of us, and before us, out there, dispersed in the world. Hence the brain became a receiving station; the mind was not rooted in us like a leathery plant, but it rather was a careful antenna capable of picking up vibrations, a little radio that listens to signals that pre-exist us, in short, and not a self-confident megaphone that blah blah blah all the time. Alchemists surrender to the narcotic faculties of matter; they are greedy lovers of metamorphosis, and thus of the incessant becoming of identities. In a world obsessed with purity and certainty, with clinic certainty, it is useful to look at powerful and improbable procedures such as alchemy, to find there the strength to ignore prohibitions and taboos. However, caution is needed: do not adopt the spiritualistic and simplistic vulgate of alchemy, but the synesthesia, the fusion of the senses, the desperate trust.

Rethink transplantation, grafting, mutation, steal the gestures of the restless botanist and use them to give life to images, sculptures and actions. Those are the methods and paths that distort and sublimate our idea of scientific research and ferry for it across the artistic practice, to a visual fairy tale, to freedom.

How to listen to the universe in a spider/web: A live concert for/by Invertebrate Rights by Tomás Saraceno

 

 

On New Year’s Eve Rome will connect all the inhabitants of Planet Earth to the Universe through “How to listen to the universe in a spider/web: A live concert for / by the Invertebrate rights”, world premiere of a new artwork by artist Tomás Saraceno.

 

The artist will explore the connections of Planet Earth with the Universe and of Human beings with Nature and the Cosmos, thanks to a new artwork that involves the public in three levels of active participation: a sound level, a visual one and a third level related to the perception of vibrations.

 

Thanks to the Gravitational Waves detected by the Virgo Antenna, active at the European Gravitational Observatory in Pisa, Saraceno elaborated a series of sounds that correspond to the phenomena that occur in space (i.e. explosions of stars, black holes, collisions…). Each sound accurately describes a cosmic event thanks to a system developed by the blind astronomer Wanda Dìaz-Merced.

 

It will be possible to listen to the concert both through the portal www.culture.roma.it and through the Arachnomancy App – for a better enjoyment of the concert it is strongly recommended to use good quality headphones.

 

The app will also be the way to experience the second perceptual level, where the sound, perceived with tact via smartphone, will be broadcasted with vibrations in the full version of the concert.

 

During the concert, the artist will invite the participants to approach, if possible, a spider/web – a recurring theme in his work – in order to share the experience of the concert with the animal: there are many similarities between the communication of the arachnoids and the diffusion of cosmic gravitational waves.

 

The third level of the experience, the visual one, will consist of a video-documentary produced by the artist that illustrates the celestial bodies from which the sounds has been taken and explains the role of spiders/webs in his research.

 

The video-documentary was developed by Tomás Saraceno in conversation with Wanda Díaz-Merced, Stavros Katsanevas, Peggy SM Hill, Costantino D’Orazio, Francesca Macrì and Claudia Sorace.

It will be visible on the portal www.culture.roma.it and on www.arachnophilia.net, and will also present the images of the light beams installed in Rome by the artist, which will be projected towards the constellations.

From the eastern quadrant of Rome, between via Tiburtina and Prenestina, from the suburbs to the historic center, on New Year’s Eve three rays will rise to the sky and will connect three significant places, chosen by Saraceno for their symbolic value, with the universe and vice versa. One will point the stars from Lake Bullicante “Sandro Pertini” at the ExSnia, a place where the city community conducts awareness-raising and research on environmental issues; one will start from the ruin of a bombed house in San Lorenzo district, symbol of the Resistance and custody of historical memory; the last one will be located on Colle Oppio, near Caritas association, where significant social commitment is implemented every day by serving meals to the poor ones.

 

 

 

CREDITS

 

How to hear the universe in a spider/web:

A live concert for/by Invertebrate Rights

by Tomás Saraceno

 

Promoted by Roma Culture

and produced by Azienda Speciale Palaexpo and Sovrintentendenza Capitolina ai Beni Culturali in collaboration with Zètema Progetto Cultura.

Curated by Costantino D’Orazio with Francesca Macrì and Claudia Sorace, curators of OLTRE TUTTO.

 

Idea, composition, visuals & sounds: Tomás Saraceno.

 

With project collaborators: Wanda Díaz-Merced, Stavros Katsanevas, European Gravitational Observatory and Peggy S. M. Hill, University of Tulsa.

 

With the support of Studio Tomás Saraceno in particular Sarah Kisner, Saverio Cantoni, Marina Höxter, Irina Bogdan, Lars Behrendt, Claudia Meléndez, Manuela Mazure, Dario Lagana, Giulia Albarello, Gustavo Alonso Serafin, Lucas Mateluna, Jillian Meyer, Lugh O’Neill, Soledad Pons, Ilka Tödt and collaborators Christian Flemm and Caterina Nicolini.

 

With vibrations from the Arachnophilia community: Nephila senegalensis, Pardosa lugubris, Cyrtophora citricola, Habronattus dossenus from the Arachnophilia Archives recorded at Studio Tomás Saraceno, and Duncan Anderson, Ally Bisshop, Markus J. Buehler, Peggy S. M. Hill, Prof. Dr. Hannelore Hoch, Odysseus Klisouras, Marco Isaia, Elena Piano, Patrick Reddy, Roland Mühlethaler.

 

With vibrations from the universe: Wanda Díaz-Merced, Stavros Katsanevas, Vincenzo Napolano, European Gravitational Observatory, AGC7849 Spiral Galaxy, Solar winds, Solar storms, Cosmic Microwave background, Gravitational waves, Earth-Moon-Earth radio connections, Topography of the moon, Damian Elias, Dustin Jaschko, Advanced Composition Explorer, NASA, Giuseppe Greco, University of Urbino, Irene Fiori, Gary Hemming, Pierre Chanial, CA Muller Radio Astronomy Station, Dr. Gregory Neumann.

 

With sound processing in collaboration with Stefano Ferrari and Constantin Carstens at Paraverse Studios Berlin.

With moving images in collaboration with Matías Lix Klett, Felix von Boehm, Charlotte Jansen, Maximiliano Laina and archives from Tomás Saraceno: Quasi-social musical instrument IC 342 built by: 7000 Parawixia bistriata – six months, Museo de Arte Moderno de Buenos Aires, 2017, Particular Matter(s): Jam Session, How to entangle the universe in a spider/web?, Sounding the Air, Palais de Tokyo, 2018, Palazzo Strozzi, 2020.

 

Arachnomancy App developed with the Arachnophilia Archives together with Studio Tomás Saraceno and Ingo Randolf, Mei-Fang Liau and Abe Pazos Solatie.

With producers from Rome: Martina Merico, Sarah Parolin.

With technical director from Rome: Maria Elena Fusacchia.

With light beams hosts in Rome: Lago Bullicante, Casa della Memoria di San Lorenzo, and Caritas in Colle Oppio Park.

 

With special thanks to Antonella Berruti and Francesca Pennone of Pinksummer Contemporary Art, Genoa, and Andersen’s, Copenhagen; Ruth Benzacar, Buenos Aires; and Tanya Bonakdar, New York/Los Angeles, Verónica Fiorito and the teams from Centro Cultural Kirchner, Ministerio de Cultura de la Nación Argentina and Canal Encuentro, and to all the community members of Arachnophilia, Arachnomancy and Aerocene.

 

Courtesy the artist.

© Tomás Saraceno, 2020

 

How to hear the universe in a spider/web: A live concert for/by Invertebrate Rights is property of Tomás Saraceno. Material may not be copied, reproduced, shared, modified or in any way distributed without express written consent from Studio Tomás Saraceno.

 

 

INFO

 

There are various ways to listen to Tomás Saraceno’s “How to hear the universe in a spider / web: A live concert for / by invertebrate rights”.

 

Download the Arachnomancy app available on the Apple Store and Google Play.

 

At 10pm CET (Rome) on December 31st connect to the app, join the community of arachnophiles around the world, and find your spider / web friend, to feel the spider / web’s binaural vibrations and listen to this concert in a different way. Don’t forget to wear headphones and activate vibration mode. Feel the earth beneath your feet, listen to the song of the stars and the spider / web …

 

The concert will be available starting from 10pm CET (Rome) on December 31st also on www.culture.roma.it and www.arachnophilia.net.

 

For a better enjoyment of the concert we strongly recommend the use of good quality headphones.

 

In Rome, in the historic center and in the eastern part of the city, stay at home and look at the sky. The stars you are listening to will shine on three special places – Lake Bullicante, Casa della Memoria di San Lorenzo and Caritas del Parco di Colle Oppio – together with the terrestrial lights of three light beams.

 

The concert will be available on www.culture.roma.it and www.arachnophilia.net from 10pm (CET) on December 31, until January 3.

 

In Argentina the concert will be broadcasted on Canal Encuentro at 10pm ART (Buenos Aires).

Can an empty space be explosive?

Film and video programme

Can an empty space be explosive? is the title that we chose for the video – film programme that will happen because the rest programmed couldn’t and since we have a strange wish to do, and to do in presence, we gave the contingency a title that, although it recalls the quantum effervescence of zero-point energy, we would like the sum of this little review not to be anything, but to fill a bit the void. 

From 22 December to 16 January, with an interruption from 24 December to 6 January, the programme will be hosted in the hour of the gallery, in the main room of one or different films of the same artist, in the project room each day will be presented an artwork of the same artist. In the stairwell for the duration of the programme, a small drawing cabinet will be set up independently from the show. A maximum of four people at a time can access the exhibition.

22.12.2020 Cesare VielAndroginia – Domande d’Identità

23.12.2020 SUPERSTUDIOSupersuperficie – Atti Fondamentali

07.01.2021 Tomás SaracenoFly with Aerocene Pacha

08.01.2021 Georgina StarrAndrogynous Egg – Moment Memory Monument – Before Le Cerveau Affamé – Flesh: Six Sculptures – THEDA – The Bunny Lake Collection

09.01.2021 Bojan ŠarčevičThe breath taker is the breath giver

12.01.2021 Amy O’NeillThe Zoo Revolution

13.01.2021 Guy Ben NerSoundtrack

14.01.2021 The Icelandic Love Corporation: Aqua Maria – Water and Blood

15.01.2021 InvernomutoWishes of a G

16.01.2021 Koo Jeong A: CHAMNAWANA

Michael Beutler – Keep beating below 65°

 

Press release

 

We decided to keep suspended the questions stimulated reading the emails by Michael Beutler. Michael Beutler will answer during the exhibition if he wants to.

Michael Beutler: the summer is very very hot. I am melting away in my studio.
I haven’t decided on the topic for the show yet, but I would very much like to make one big installation. So not a show of fragments like last time, but an installation that does deal in an architectural kind of way. I very much fancy big volumes these days and work on a way of making my own kind of Styrofoam, but made of paper balls. It is a bit related to a work that I am planning for a solo show in Ludwigshafen at the Wilhelm Hack museum. Ludwigshafen is the city of BASF. amongst many plastics the maker of Styrofoam.
I imagine one big volume that is a bit like an artificial rock that is then eventually cut into smaller sections, to build architectural shapes.
The only problem and of course also the nice part about them is their giant volume…. which might be problematic for transport, your small door and also storage. I will also search for alternative, less heavy volume solution for a big installation at your place. But I would very much like to do one big work in there.
I will build a little model of the space and the installation and some samples of the material, so we have more in hands to talk about.

(Pinksummer: Your work tends to encourage the production of meanings in the visitor, rather than the consumption of closed meanings. If you weren’t the author, what meaning would you produce in front of a “monolithic” exhibition, more than a “fragmented” one of the same authors, that is to say compared to a unity of style and thematic coherence?)

M.B.: It is one of the baselines in so many of my works, that is the idea to think of the gallery as a container that was built to suit a certain object, rather than thinking of the gallery being there first and the artwork later. The VASA Museum is probably a very good example for that kind of architecture.
By doing this the remaining social space changes to a high degree. The artwork is in control of the movement of people.  these find themselves in a special situation, they need to deal with it together, communicate….
Another part of this strategy is to give no option to overview the entire work, the visitors have to move around to observe, need to remember and need to puzzle the object together in their head.
I always liked your gallery space for having this nice vaulted ceiling. I would very much like to play with it and I think this could be a good way to do so.
Let’s see…
Imagine the Portikus exhibition (Portikus castle) inside the gallery. Or a big rock of stuff standing on just a tiny bit leaving only little space to walk around the gallery.
I will have a look about what I can do about the fitting in transport etc… The entire Venice exhibition also fitted exactly into one truck only
So fingers crossed it works this time.

(Ps: The main question that people ask themselves in front of a ship in a bottle is how one could put such a big creation inside such a tiny little space. Under a technical profile, that you are always aware of, ships in bottles can be built in two ways:

  • The ancient technique requires the building of a model outside the bottle and the unfolding of the veiling happens once the hull is inserted into the bottle, through the use of wires.
  • The modern technique requires the building of the ship directly inside the bottle with precision tools.

However, the most ancient ship in a bottle dates back to 1780. At the beginning sailors, lighthouse keepers, prisoners used to build it. It was bargaining chip in dive bars and brothels. The most ancient objects kept in bottle were mostly prayers, crosses, that seafarers used to bring with them to anchor themselves to some kind of certainty in the form of an amulet. The bottle was a simple container to protect the lucky charm from the salt and the dampness. Ships in bottles sometimes resembled ex voto: objects donated to a deity following a commitment that the claimant took on so that a wish could be granted. The ex voto is a thanking as if it was a tactile manifestation of a prayer. But ex votos like ships in bottles are small objects to look at from the outside, here you take us inside the bottle where the object is ungraspable and it requires memory, logic and maybe imagination to be perceived. Is your bounding artificial rock a metaphor or a falsehood, to quote the Harald Weinrich’s essay? And to quote Baudrillard when the prison stops existing can kidnapping and reclusion happen in any space/time?).

M.B.: I scrambled some thoughts and notes together from within my studio. I distilled a title out of it which is the following:
Keep beating below 65°
It is a misread quote from an Oat milk barista bottle which foamed content I enjoyed together in my coffee this morning.
It is the manual on the package that tells you how to foam your milk the best. My works tend to have manuals, since I am not the only one producing them. Even though I have an ambiguous relationship with manuals. I do not like recipes much. I rather experiment myself and work with what is there, open my senses to the material around. Non the less I also tend to look at the internet to find some information about how things are done. Doing this I always have the feeling I am wasting my time. Since I started my practice about 20 years ago, the means of gathering knowledge have changed a lot. Back then I really would have to figure out how to bend a meshed fence myself. Today I could open a webpage and would always find someone who has done it already and made a movie of it. But what does it really help? I am still here with the materials in my hand I am just not wanting to make what I am seeing out there, and I don’t want to repeat a process knowing that I would miss all the wonders of discovery. None of these manuals would help making the art, not even Sol LeWitt.
With my coffee in my hand I passed by a little heap of books in the corridor containing our library. I see a little booklet that I achieved in Kanjiro Kawai’s pottery workshop in Kyoto during our Goethe Institut residency in 2018. It says on the cover: “We do not work alone”, so true I think and suddenly seem to know why I am struggling to bring my stuff together. I made a whole range of experiments and not one of them really has worked out. I do these experiments to be able to pass on jobs to my helpers. To rationalize a flimsy technology, to be able to turn it into repeatable procedure. The reproduction would create believe and establish a system beyond the appearance of just one of the objects.
I am doing these experiments thinking of how the production in the gallery would probably look alike. I am always aiming for a situation, where all the materials are there, all the tools are set up and all of them are tend to by busy curious people, enjoying whatever flies off their hands and contraptions.
Yes – “We do not work alone”, I certainly don´t, but how is that in these times? I like doing these experiments and I actually do have to make them alone to really have my senses at work. But I will rely on others, when the production really starts.
Covid19 is still around and will only be delt with when all are working together. The internet has helped to spread information and to keep people busy in their lonely homes, but it also keeps spreading wrong information and a lot verschwörungstheorien. The internet provided a way to talk to my students, but meeting them after some month in person really made us very happy.
So I guess Keep beating below 65°, because we don´t want the beautiful foam to collapse. Energetic but careful beating I would say.
I so very much want to set up this tiny workshop in the gallery, that with just three or four people will make some nice foamy shapes, that will slowly grow together, to shape some big structure, which conquers the space, separates us from each other again, but which hopefully also will display the joy of its togetherly making.

(Ps: Why did you use culinary metaphors to describe the project of the exhibition? You scramble your thoughts as they were eggs, you talk about manuals as if they were recipe books. It is not a that you title the exhibition reinterpreting the instructions to properly beat the milk on an oat milk’s packaging. Keep beating below 65° seems like a will:
Regarding foam Roland Barthes wrote in Mythologies: As for foam, it is well known that it signifies luxury. To begin with, it appears to lack any usefulness; then, its abundant, easy, almost infinite proliferation allows one to suppose there is in the substance from which it issues a vigorous germ, a healthy and powerful essence, a great wealth of active elements in a small original volume. Finally, it gratifies in the consumer a tendency to imagine matter as something airy, with which contact is effected in a mode both light and vertical, which is sought after like that of happiness […] Foam can even be the sign of a certain spirituality, inasmuch as the spirit has the reputation of being able to make something out of nothing, a large surface of effects out of a small volume of causes

Ps: On the subject of Roland Barthes and The Death of the Author and also of Foucault and Suzanne Prinz’s incipit in you latest monography Things in Slices, what is your relationship with authorship and with the ideas of avant-garde and of “masterpiece”? What’s more important: the author, the artwork, its reproduction or the visitor?

Ps: Talking about recycling, how can one distinguish between a sustainable or unsustainable artwork?).

Why should not we enjoy an original relation to the universe?

PRESS RELEASE

Pinksummer goes to, after Rome and Palermo, will go in the countryside in the castle of the small medieval village named Senarega, in Valbrevenna, at the feet of Mount Antola, a very dear one for the Genoese. The name derives from the Greek word ἄνθος (antos), which means flower, therefore flowery mountain where a sixteen years old Albert Einstein (Ulma, March 14th, 1879 – Princeton, April 18th 1955), on the street from Pavia to Genoa, spent a night, looking at that mysterious sky for the first time, at the odd orbit drown by Mercury. But then this year, nothing feels more appropriate than a vacation in the countryside, and the following otium, to refresh before eventual travels or holidays, in a future that we can’t redraw yet in a confidential form.
A middle summer show, that will open the Fieschi castle in Senarega at the end of July, that will be over very close to the fall. For the title of the exhibition we got inspiration from Nature by Ralph Waldo Emerson (Boston, May 25th,1803 – Concord, April 27th, 1882) which says: Why Should Not We Enjoy an Original Relation to the Universe?
Friedrich Nietzsche (Röcken, near Lützen, 1844 – Weimar 1900) himself got inspired by Emerson when he was imagining The Gay Science in Genoa.
An exhibition to think about a time, our time, when we don’t seem interested in looking at a direct relation with nature or God, both collapsed in the myth, but differently from our ancestors we got to see the biopolitics in action with our own eyes.
The network of powers that manages, or better is managing the body discipline and the regulation of the population. To speak with the
words of Michel Foucault (Poitiers, October 15th, 1926 – Paris, June 25th, 1984): an area where power has access to the body to guarantee life. A space where the law has been substituted with the norm, ductile and malleable on the circumstance as molten metal, that guarantee to power a no man’s land of the state of exception, that Giorgio Agamben (Rome, April 22nd, 1942) feels, in the ultra-modernity is becoming, for some reason, a habit. A norm that in the last few months transformed to a worldwide level in a poisoned distilled of pure terrorism, beyond linguistic aberration of indicating a slight spring rain with the word “alert”, followed by the one indicating the color yellow.
Why Should Not We Enjoy an Original Relation to the Universe? will present work of art by eight artists represented by Pinksummer: Koo Jeong A, Peter Fend, Tomás Saraceno, Mark Dion, Luca Vitone, Bojan Šarčević, Cesare Viel, Luca Trevisani. A show with a fragile intent, to claim full life, burning as if it was a straw and rags scarecrow, the nude life. A passage, like those celebrated in the mountains, to chase away the winter with a fire ritual and welcome regeneration.
A ritual exhibition in the steep mountains of a valley in the Ligurian Appennines, to celebrate the right of the individual, young and old, to subjectivity and intersubjectivity, even inter-species, to freedom and the satisfaction of true desires against any science or statistical or sociological discipline that has dragged us defenseless in the wake of a fake and scaring normality in relation to biological activity.
An exhibition sprouted to remind us that something deeply dystopian happened, and that occurred in the frame of pervasive and deviated neoliberalism, perhaps even pathological, that tends to flatten nature in the ecological-environmental echo, making us forget that when nature wants, can be really evil, even with humans, without any exception, composing and dissolving us almost as if we were clouds. Nature that asks our body and intelligence to adapt continuously. Nature that has no equal between beings for its perfidy and its instinct of beauty and we could never race against it on indifference.
A vicious and anti-ecological exhibition, like the closed circle of Giacomo Leopardi (Recanati, June 29th, 1798 – Naples, June 14th, 1837) poetic through, between man’s tedium and heroic titanism, which could, with some disinterested adjustment, stop considering us, humans, as locusts of the planet, or even comparing us to the meteorite falling on the Yucatan, or the giant reptiles, consumers of prehistory.
Human is in fact an exception between all the species, and our reckless humanism we know that even amongst the best beavers that build dams, there isn’t any Galileo Galilei or any Michelangiolo. The show is an invitation to take a break, briefly, from the blatantly neoliberal hygienic and sanitizing framework of bio-politics because, beyond the misanthropic chatter of the gnome or the goblin of the Operette Morali (Moral Operettas), even Giacomo Leopardi recognized that heroism of the human race lies in the awareness. Some works presented in the exhibition are unpublished, fresh from production, others are phantasmal like dreams, all are humanized and humanizing in the most positive sense.

  • On July 30th a talk by Luca Vitone when the artist will talk about the trees in his drawings presented in Senarega is connected with the Polcevera Park project, where he will participate as an artist within the Parco by Studio Boeri.
  • Close to the night of San Lorenzo, on August 8th, the writer Rosa Matteucci will make a reading of the Tarot created by Tomás Saraceno.
  • On August 15th there will be a performance by the collective of artists Mefistofele Documenta.
  • On September 22nd the beekeeper Alberto Pesavento will talk about beehives and indirectly about polis.
  • On August 29th Cesare Viel will make the revision of the performance “Il giardino di mio padre” held for the first time in the PAC (Pavillion of Contemporary Art) last autumn under the stars during the opening of the solo show curated by Diego Sileo “Nobody anywhere anymore”.

Thanks to Comune di Valbrevenna, l’Ente Parco dell’Antola, the restaurant Il Pioppo and all the participants of the collateral events: Rosa Matteucci, Alberto Pesavento, Cesare Viel, Luca Vitone, the collective Mefistofele Documenta

The exhibition will be open from Friday to Sunday, from 4 to 8 pm or by appointment

EVENTS

  • August 8th, 2020 – Rosa Matteucci reads Tomás Saraceno’s tarot
    Inside the very ancient walls of Senarega Castle, we imagine that everything could happen, except that spiders and insects of any kind are going to become extinct. However the tarots by Tomás Saraceno presented in 2019 together with the application Aracnomanchy, in the Spider Pavilion in the Gardens realized by Saraceno for the 58th International Art Exhibition at the Venice Biennale May You Live in Interesting Times curated by Ralph Rugoff, were created as a mapping and overall exercise against the extinction of anthropods and in general against extinction.
    The on-line application implies, in fact, a sort of trade: the chosen card is read in exchange of sending a photo of a spider web taken where it can happen to find them, in the corner of the bathroom, on the terrace and in general wherever our gaze is wandering, a little more attentive.
    The oracular deck of Tomás Saraceno and in general, the oracles of all time, are aimed not so much at knowing the future, as at transforming it, through possible corrections of the present. A sort of form induced by the syntropy law, intended as the right to life, freedom and the pursuit of happiness, which often excludes not only for humans but for all beings from the mere satisfaction of material needs.
    If the satisfaction of material needs takes place in an environment that generates fear, anguish, panic, there will never be organization and regeneration.
    The well cared oracular reading by Rosa Matteucci, who has already been at the Venice Biennale and at the opening of Aria, the solo show of Tomás Saraceno at Palazzo Strozzi curated by Arturo Galansino still ongoing in Florence, brings out this tension towards anabolic cohesion with the universe, rather than the catabolic breakdown.
    Every cell and every biological system are in fact, throughout life, continuously stimulated by rebounds that come from the past, Kronos or the law of causality and others that come from the future, Kairos and they must adapt and make free will choices, at less for humans we can deal of free will: every willful and therefore rational act can only identify the pursuit of happiness that implies life, finalism and cohesion with the universe as essential.
    Also in Senarega the reading of the Tomás Saraceno’s tarots by the writer Rosa Matteucci will take place as an exchange of thoughts and emotions and in absolute gratuitousness.

Guy Ben Ner – Keeping the family safe – Film program

Pinksummer presents

Guy Ben Ner | Keeping the family safe – Film program

20/03/20 – 03/04/20

20 March: Berkeley’s Island, 1999

22 March: Moby Dick – 2000

24 March: House hold – 2001

26 March: Wild Boy – 2004

28 March: TREE HOUSE KIT – 2005

30 March: Stealing beauty – 2007

All the films will be available on our YouTube channel until 3rd April 2020

Pinksummer would like to thank Guy Ben Ben for allowing us to present his artworks

© Guy Ben Ner. All the right reserved. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.

Cesare Viel – Scrivere il giardino (Writing the garden)

 

Press release as interview

 

Pinksummer: Your father for sure wasn’t a wet guy. Your artwork Il giardino di mio padre (My father’s garden) presented at PAC in Milan during your solo show Più nessuno da nessuna parte (Nobody anywhere anymore) made us think about the last episode of the second season of the TV series The End of the F***ing World. In particular at the end, when James (Alex Lawther), convinced by Alyssa (Jessica Barden), goes with her under a flyover to spread the ashes of his father that he is taking with him since a long time. James clumsily tries to spill what’s inside the golden industrial urn, but what comes out is a grey mush that just splatters on the ground. Nothing flies. James justifies the fact without being surprised, considering that his father, when he was alive, was always a bit wet. Alyssa then, in her very flat peculiar way, says that dying is bullshit, because we lose everything.

The area under the flyover was the place where James’ father and mother met for the first time, such horribly squalid that Alyssa asks James if his parents were there because they were tailing someone. James answers that that place was a park before being underneath the flyover.

Who knows if being a parent implies any kind of stereotypical position, accompanied, also in some antiheroic cases, by an affectionate negative acceptation. On the other hand, the best parents should hide themselves from their sons and daugthers in order to become role models, the models, just like writing does with words and the nature with us all.

The objects you were taking out of the ground in Il Giardino di mio Padre (My father’s garden) don’t disguise any sense of aridity in their perception.

Which question would you like to be asked on this work? And then, eventually, how would you answer?

 

Cesare Viel: I had a very silent relationship with my father, sometimes also very distant. The question could be: What did bring me to imagine and to want making a work as such? A famous verse of the Persian poet Rumi says: “Beyond what is right or wrong there is a garden, we will meet there”. Well, maybe, first of all, the desire of a reconciliation. Putting down the weapons, sitting down on the edge of a relationship and finally listen to the silence. And to walk in it. Slowly. If art has any function, that is making us to perceive simultaneously the entire range of emotions and thoughts enclosed in a situation, real or imaginary, that we lived or that we could live.

 

Ps: If Socrates could be among us as a friend or acquaintance of yours, he would draw you in a very dense dialogue about the title that you chose for your fourth solo show at Pinksummer, Scrivere il Giardino (Writing the garden). They say he was very skeptic about the written word, he used to sustain that once composed, a book is something dead: everyone can interpret a written work as he like and, consequently, that is an illusionary knowledge. He would say that the garden is a privileged location of the philosophic practice expressed in the dialogic form, marked by the rhythm of thesis and antithesis, as they were two nightingales replying from a tree to the other.

The garden is a utopic space par excellence because gardeners live for the future, they have to foresee what could be, something that is not yet.

In this sense, we too feel as we were gardeners and we imagine that your garden, even though written, will never become a book, since your writing doesn’t subtend to narrativity, not even to the feeblest and disenchanted of the narrations. In this sense, your sentences are like seeds, and even if words themselves are not so prone to comply to gravity, your phrases are like the seed bombs in green guerrilla. You have always been a polite activist, but as every activist you want a better world. Tell us about your sententious writing and the difference, and also about the future. Imagine what question about tomorrow you would like to be asked.

 

CV: The garden is a world, the sentence is a world. Garden, world, sentence get intertwined and reflected by each other. I don’t know if Socrates was right about writing, but I know that for me that is an infinite dialogue with the surface, on which everything slips away and rolls down. Writing hands out a plan, as a hand passes a plate, in the space. A page, a sheet, a face, a body, a curve, a word, are surfaces of different nature and size. Now writing sentences means to me, mostly waiting for the right calibration and porosity in the thoughts.

Set different planes in mutual contact. And see what happens.

I wait for questions to emerge, little by little from the bottom, as sounds inside the body. There is a different eternal return of sentences written in this garden created for them. Resistant guests, shy and strong just like the flowers, the plants and the memories.

Before starting any project, why do not walking amongst the trees? Let the intentions grow as trees do. This is now my question-whish on tomorrow.

 

Ps: The spontaneous forest was followed by the orchard, the garden. In Sicily they call “gardens” the orchards. In the Cantico dei Cantici (Song of songs) is written: “As an apple tree amongst the wood my dialect amongst the young people. Closed garden you are, my sister, wife, closed garden, locked fountain. Your buds are a pomegranate paradise, with the most delicious fruits, Cyprus trees with nard, nard and saffron, cinnamon with every species of incense tree, myrrh and aloe with all the best scents..”

Don’t you think that our idea of garden, comparable to the idea of Eden, of lost paradise, refers to the failure where the disobedience of original sin brought us?

Do you think we treated the world and all the other human species, animals, plants and minerals badly, to call us outside of beasty attitude for which we thought we didn’t suit? For a myth, a belief, a superstition?  Is the wall we built to separate from nature the origin of our progress, our garden? Is it still possible to change the direction of the writings?

 

CV: Hortus conclusus, cloister, orchard.. In the history of garden desires and real needs of reflection and philosophical speculation, plantation, growth and maintenance of the biological cycle resound. The nature and the forms of the garden have changed in time as if they were transformed in our language and in our culture.

As a matter of fact, the garden always asks as us a question about the origin, the starting point and the direction we want to take. Nowadays we are living such a complex and difficult time. Our choices on environment will be crucial to the future. Such important planetary issues, of such a scale, make us quiver. I feel like I was out of scale. A tiny point lost in the sand. Here it comes, then, here, the moment to sit in the garden. Everyone as he can and manages doing. To spend time apparently doing nothing, to rest and prepare the required energies. To allow ourselves some garden moments in our life. Maybe this is the only way we can start thinking at changing the direction of the writings. To act the pause, to develop a different form of activity.

 

Ps: The important gardener Gilles Clément, author of Le Jardin en Movement (The Moving Garden) conceives the world as a garden, a planetary garden where we all should be careful gardeners.

He states that in every public space, in every garden, we should always leave an uncultivated space, free from any hand, any design, for the pioneer species and for the pollinator insects. To leave the nature a void to develop its own energy. Your attitude of acting the writing reflects sometimes some sort of attitude facilitating immobility and silent enchantment. Does the void you create tend to support the tropism of the unpredicted?

 

CV: Absolutely. Consciously listening to the training of the garden, with its slow times, its waits, the lights and the shadows. I find fundamental Clément’s idea of leaving a portion of free space, uncultivated. To open some crack. Making space. I consider free spaces, and to let them be, vital for any project, relationship, gesture or thought. The void and silence: essential ingredients to accept the unpredictable and support the movement of things. Between my written garden and the “garden in movement” by Clément I feel a very big similarity, an intense resonance.

 

Ps: When speaking about Monk’s House garden, Virginia Woolf, on whom you worked many times, seems to furnish it like Clarissa Dalloway in the same novel prepares, since the early morning, managing fullness and emptiness, her night party.

“Leonard and I bought a field and we are making ambitious projects of any kind to put terraces, kiosks, ponds, water lilies, carps, gold fishes, statues of naked ladies and figureheads of war ships that reflects on shadowed lakes”.

The image of the invitation of the exhibition Scrivere il Giardino (Writing the garden) is very beautiful. What are you presenting at Pinksummer?

 

CV: The invitation is an image taken from an illustrated encyclopedia of 1908, owned by my grandfather.

Leafing thought the pages of those volumes in German and looking at the colored illustrations has been an emotive and mental experience. An entire unpredictable world has been revealing itself to my eyes. I meant to do the same in the gallery. Opening and carrying out a garden world, to walk inside it, to stop, observe, read, meditate, experience. Past, present and future live together and collaborate in this project.

I imagined surface-sentences for an environment that can be experienced now but comes also from other times and affective worlds. Some written parts of this garden on the floor are personal memories of the garden of my family, in Trentino.

Together with the vast and horizontal garden-map, there are some new collages. Sheets from a silent herbarium of modular abstract shapes, that recur identical but always different.

A bicephalous writing on the wall says: “inafferabile si manifesta, la natura ama nascondersi” (“slippery revealing itself, nature loves to hide”).

A graft-sentence between Laozi and Eraclito. Secret and mysterious nucleus of the entire exhibition.

Jorge Queiroz – Blink

Press Release

 

Pinksummer: At first sight, if we happen to see a piece of a puzzle, we could define it as abstract, considering that a tiny part would hardly reveal the entire image. Abstract is a quite alien adjective, numbers are not more abstract than words, after all. To say “one” or “apple” is always a matter of vowels and consonants, both terms result from the action of naming, a sort of shortcut suspended between the particular and the universal. No matter what people say, the world perhaps would have existed in the same way without naming it: abstractions are not as fundamental for existence as allegories make us believe. Maybe it is so in politics, that at least here in Italy seems to organize real Dionysiac feasts on abstraction, without even taking into consideration the world, giving that it ever existed, and it is not fading because of the fires in the Amazon forest and the climate change, and because we, all the humans, who are really a lot of people, we are chewing it all, each to his/her own taste, served as an ornamental side dish of some statistics grown into the greenhouses as if they were off-season vegetables.

Within another History, definitely considered rather minuscule, the history of art, Wihelm Worringer in Abstraction and Empathy. A Contribution to the Psychology of Style, work based on Freudian theories and on the antithetic relationship between Dionysian and Apollonian, on which The Birth of Tragedy by Nietzsche is based, present differently the problem of abstraction by claiming that geometric style is much more spontaneous than any naturalism. According to the German art historian, abstractionism is a sort of apperceptivism, typical of less advanced people, who feel a latent or negative empathy with the surrounding environment and therefore need to build up a sort of temporary, neat and clean shelter – let’s say simplified by synthesis – against the world chaos, with the ultimate purpose of controlling their anxiety. In Europe we switched from naturalism to abstraction, somehow by making mythology of it; in the age of industrial revolution, some extraordinary artists wanted to refresh, by injecting the vitality of the primitive civilizations, a world alienated from the repetitiveness and ugliness of the assembly line production cycle, of which at that time people can only perceive a single piece of the puzzle. Can the idea of abstraction exist in relationship with the meaning? In front of one of your paintings, do we have to ask ourselves what it represents or how it works?

 

Jorge Queiroz: The way of seeing the work, I will say, better to listen to what viewers have to say. The work has to be finished by the viewer.

I will say it is a mind romance journey, through the relationships from ideas and ideas of figures and a sea of images, on the road trip colors melting on the sun and rain in overstimulate landscapes.

I don’t have one single way of reading the work, and very happy about that.

The idea of abstraction in my work is not in the opposition to figure or image, it is more chaotic and formless, and experimental, it is essential for connecting all of the mind thoughts.

 

PS: A lot of texts we read about you say that your work grows on the border line between abstractionism and figurative. If it’s fair to speak about boundary or boundaries on the plastic level, in which you use to organize your glimmering imagination, we would say that the only boundary is the one your shapes and colors try to stubbornly determine when they manage to come out from the background, giving a glimpse in that blink on how wonderfully heroic and tragic and temporary individuality is.

About the formless in painting, we understood that it is a hardly cultivated territory, same as an impervious land where chaos should seriously kept under control with a powerful structured grid. We never understood if it is a hostile place or if it is simply a place where all the hopes would like to live at the same time, as inside a primordial soup. Literally everything is taking place inside your paintings, and some enigmas want so bad to be there, to come to existence, that impress your retina as if they were radiant energy, and then they disappear lightly, releasing the soft melancholy of dissipation.

You must be advanced if not really wise, not to taking into consideration the liquid nature of a horizon. Everything is happening can be melted again in the background, with the weak, but very dangerous, blow of surplus.

In a sense, formless/baroque, meant as an absolute category, and abstractionism are not two eternal opposite in art, taking turns and always repeating themselves across the time, but they are naturally different as if they were the Big Bangs or the black holes (expansion and contraction) of not represented universes?

 

JQ: It is yes, a place for opposites, is exile and belonging opposites are visions and that motivates the work.

No particular style of my own, but the approach of same Ideas is visited many times, In different moments, melancholy is the atmosphere of the mood, also are ingredients for the construction of forms and space in my work.

 

 

PS: You are the first painter, painter-painter, we present at Pinksummer. We have always seen painting as a sort of Wormhole: an abyss with singular and intimate laws, that bring every kind of depth, including the one of times or of Time, to the physical flatness of the surface. Chronotopic-painting laws that a painter-painter must know to be able to evade them at time, but it rarely happens, as if it was a grace more than a blessing. There is a popular believe, but we know it is not true, that painting, maybe because of that sum of syntax, is a language that takes time to be assimilated and made your own, and that painters, among artists, give their best at old age, perhaps because elderly tends to like slowness and rethinking, as oil paint does, or simply because the end, when it comes well, leads to the essential. Don’t you think that painting is an intimate and particular way to approach space-time with the obsession of organizing it in a landscape? Have you ever looked at landscape, when it is possible, with the look of other artists, painters, working before you or in your times? Can’t you imagine that one day, representing one of your simultaneous landscapes, you could meet yourself in every single place of your existence, even the future one, as in science fiction movies?

 

JQ: Yes, I believe painting is walking space-time of our existence, that reflects, generates, destroy and reviews the condition for making the invention and is on instruments, and, the painting on walking.

 

 

PS: A very short story titled The Hunting Gun, written in epistolary form in 1949 by the art critic and poet Inoue Yasushi  gave us the hint on asking you: would a painting by Gauguin fit in the serene atmosphere of a room more or less than a snowy landscape by Vlaminck? And, moreover: if you should decide, would you rather love or be loved?

 

JQ:

 

PS: Tell us about the exhibition at Pinksummer. There will be a title?

 

JQ: BLINK title of my exhibition. Right from the beginning of the preparation for the show, on the first weeks of March, I decided to work at home, near the sea. I spent the time working on the paintings, walking and looking at the sea, trying to find a haiku and transfer that idea to my work, and the site of the venue.

This was my starting point and guiding idea; it was a private thought and I was not sure in my intent to make an image out of it:

 

One afternoon of work

In the corner of the eye.

Blink

I made the Haiku and I found the title for the show, Blink.

That haiku revealed my work and established echoes for the different relations in the work: some more real others less real, among those are color, scale, surface and line, which present visual ideas.

The density of signs allows the options in a drawing or a painting, in my mind no just a way of making but a way for the senses to work together.

The character of the work is also defined by the way it is done. The outline reveals what is necessary, neither more nor less. I keep removing the cover of a structure that exists in my mind.

That it is not a simple transplanting of forms, objects or situations already in my mind., What is done, what could be done, is the mark left by the way of doing.

Not a technical image, where a hierarchy of possible  values, where details may be inferior to forms or forms that only react to subversive space by which they are dominated, a space continuum , and there are no neutral intervening components, what they have in common is more than what is different. Things create the form, and this creates space, always are at my disposal as if on a moving stage.

 

 

 

Jorge Queiroz, settembre 2019, Colares

Mystical geographies and landscapes of deep time: three artists explore Mongolia

Press release

Pinksummer: Each culture assumes different rationalities to order perception, Robert Lenoble, in Esquisse d’une Histoire de l’Idée de Nature, states that perception fights with all the objective troubles of observation and that the motivation of the dogmas is much deeper than perception itself. From 17th Century onwards the actor of the evolution of ideas concerning the concept of nature has shifted from aesthetic to science, and science has not taken into consideration the research of the final result. This methodology has given back a nature without intention, to be driven and maneuvered as any other tool, thus spreading among humans some sort of hysteria for collection and classification. It also incites a powerful form of aggression towards the environment, produced by frustration. The Natural History Museum is for sure emblematic of the attempt, if not just to fill the anxiety, at least to recover a bit of centrality. In William Hogarth Boys Peeping at the Nature, Isis is a statue on a pedestal and the boys who are trying to do a portrait of her are chubby cherubs, running away from the frame. The scene is happening in the 18th Century in the twilight of the Fine Arts Museum. Does each attempt of the classification of nature, being arbitrary and based on conjectures, show us the limit, the impossibility? Does this limit and this impossibility on which your work seems to be based, have to be grasped, beyond the post-modern fascination for the modern approach, as an invitation to renounce or as a solicitation to seek with a certain urgency new way of approaching environment, not to say nature?

 

Mark Dion: Well the attempt to classify nature from a western scientific standpoint is not a task arbitrary or conjectural at all. It is an attempt to find a system of classification based on nature itself which reflects and reveals evolutionary relationships. The tools for doing this themselves have evolved from the time of Linnaeus where one compared the sexual organs of plants as the basis for classification, to the more broadly encompassing comparative anatomy approach refined by Cuvier, to the new techniques and technologies of molecular taxonomy. The origins of systematics are rooted in natural theology, and so the naturalist imagined their task as one of enumerating the works of God himself. They arrogantly imagined already in the 19th Century that they were coming close the completion of the task. However, the establishment of the fact of evolution gave the process of systematics a new mandate, that of illuminating evolutionary relationships.

All societies construct taxonomies, even if they are remarkably basic, like things that fly, things that swim, things that crawl on land. Not all of these societies destroy the world around them with such ferocious efficiency. Western scholarly taxonomies are scientific in nature and strive to be natural rather than artificial. Our biologist friends are attempting to find a system of order which actually maps evolutionary relationships. It is perhaps ironic that the societies that construct the most subtle and elaborate orders are also the ones which, through a double whammy of colonialism and capitalism, have been the most overwhelmingly destructive.

If we look at what Linnaeus says in the first edition of Systema naturae (1735), “The first step in wisdom is to know the things themselves.” He goes on, “This notion consists in having a true idea of the object; objects are distinguished and known by classifying them methodically and giving them appropriate names. Therefore, classification and name-giving will be the foundation of our science.” So, I guess your question is, is classification also the foundation of domination and destruction? I think it is rather a tool, which can be employed as part of a program of plunder and degradation but can, and very often is, a tool for protection and fostering of biodiversity. Undoubtedly in the search for order in nature there has been an aspect of the pernicious search for hierarchies, natural theological nonsense and all types of mischief, but it has also been a tool in understanding evolution, wildlife conservation, and debunking pseudo sciences like eugenics. In all the time I was looking at various hierarchical systems of order, what became clear is that those who make the order are those seated firmly atop it. However, we are beyond that. There is no top, or direction for systematists today.

As artists we can explore the impulse to order in ways that are also skeptical. We can and do use humor to undercut the authoritative assumptions of those who would organize people, living things, places, and even objects in ranking. I don’t think the inclination to organize things or ideas is inherently maleficent, but couple it with supremacy, colonialism, unhindered resource extraction, capitalism, and fanaticism and we have a pretty catastrophic compact. Our job as artists is decouple ideology with science and point out where and how pseudo-science and political agendas pollute scientific discourse.

PS: In the exhibition you will present a “portrait” of the American explorer scientist Roy Chapman Andrews, who started to work in 1906 as guardian of the taxidermy department of Natural History American Museum and became, in 1934, director of the same museum, mostly thanks to his four paleontological expeditions in Mongolia, in the Gobi desert, between 1922 and 1930. It was considered amongst the biggest paleontological expeditions of the 20th Century, and was a huge spoil for the American museum. Among other things, they retrieved the fossil remains of a velociraptor, and the first fossil eggs of an oviraptor dinosaur ever found. As a matter of fact, Andrews, an expert in mammals, went to Mongolia to find the origins of mankind, based on a curious theory of his time that claimed were to be found in central Asia. Andrews, a scientist and adventurer, with a sure shot, seems to have inspired the character of Indiana Jones. Since boyhood, the explorer stood out in Wisconsin for being a great marksman and a skilled taxidermist. His autobiography is called Under a Lucky Star. Are you fascinated by the legends of dragon hunters?

MD: Roy Chapman Andrews was not only an explorer paleontologist, but he was a writer of children’s books on natural science. He wrote books on Dinosaurs, prehistoric mammals, whales and other natural history topics. Some of these were illustrated by Rudolf Zallenger who I later studied with at Hartford Art School.

As a curious child growing up in bookless home, I frequented the book mobile, a library on wheels which visited different neighborhoods allowing access to books for kids. Here I encountered the works of Roy Chapman Andrews. In those days (later 1960’s) there was very little on dinosaurs one could easily find, and not even many dinosaur toys. Like many children I was utterly obsessed with dinosaurs and finding the books of Roy Chapman Andrews was incredibly important to me. It is through these books that I first learned of a place so far away called Mongolia.

So, in having the good fortune to work with RedHero and travel with Tugludur, Duke, Paolo, Alice, Mateo and Dana in Mongolia, my mind was once more on dinosaurs. Indeed, many of our encounters with scientist and museum professionals in Mongolia have been with paleontologists. Mongolia remains one of the world’s dinosaur hotspots.

I also have a long and deep relationship with the American Museum of Natural History. So, I was able to visit the marvelous archive and research library and see the actual photos from the 1922 expedition to Mongolia lead by Andrews. In many ways Andrews is part of a pantheon of late 19th and early 20th century naturalist I have produced work around. These would include figures such as William Beebe and David Fairchild, who also represent a transition from the European naturalist tradition to the new era of evolutionary biology. These figures are far from flawless paragons of contemporary progressive values and must be viewed in the context of their historic period.

Roy Chapman Andrews in many ways is the template for the macho scientist adventurer that became a figure in both scientific journalism (National Geographic Magazine) and popular culture (books like She and fictional heroes like Indiana Jones). In a sense my work, which turns him into both a specimen and an action figure is a way to playfully critique the status of this historic model which shaped the picture of the world painted for people like myself in childhood.

There is much to untangle in the legacy of Andrews. First of all, his mission was not to find dinosaurs but rather to find the origins of humans. Around this time, many in the field of natural history and particularly those at The American Museum had quite pernicious racist and white suprematist beliefs regarding the origins of human. They were very invested in the notion of race. I have the impression that much of the motivation to find the origins of the white race in Mongolia was a response to the evidence that pointed to Africa as the site of the birth of humankind. Once dinosaurs and particularly dinosaur eggs were uncovered the emphasis of the mission changed or at least the spin about the expedition changed.

PS: Your reflections on nature, the environment and society develop primarily, across food. In fact, the human species evolved through nourishment: from the Australopithecus to the different kinds of homo, until the sapiens, it seems diet has changed a lot. It is sure that we owe to the discovery of the fire, cooking and the culinary arts, making food easier to digest, the ability to dedicate ourselves with relatively enough calm to cultivate culture and E/earth. In fact, being omnivorous allowed man to colonize the planet. In contemporary times, food coming from crops and intensive farming is responsible for much of the pollution that causes climate change as well as the extraction and usage of fossil fuel. Even though you work with biologists and social scientists, you tend to define your analysis methods purely a-scientific. However, you demonstrated, by cooking meals and preparing night banquets monitored from cameras that native wild animals, as well as man, tend to choose readymade food, rather than hunting or harvesting. Raccoons, foxes and hawks enter more and more frequently densely populated urban areas: you interpreted such a territory overlapping, the overlapping of the tamed one devoted to humans with the wilderness, as a sign of destruction related to the Anthropocene. When we asked the artist Peter Fend how can we get back in respect of the approaching ecological catastrophe, he answered with no hesitation that we should go back to pre-Neolitic, meaning go back to fishing, hunting and collecting. Anorexia, subtle contemporary disease, that in the Western world hits more and more teenager of both genders, is described as a contradiction of the nature of things. Food rejection, typical of anorexia, speaking of boundaries to go through, seems to depend on the inability to distinguish the line between fact and fiction, visible reality and the psyche’s invisible one, hunger and emotion. Can food become fatal without boundaries between domestic and wild?

Dana Sherwood: Domestication; the taming, colonizing and exploitation of nature is about control. Just as we try and control our territories to keep invaders of all kinds out, we keep out the pests, deer, raccoons, rodents and other critters. We control our bodies, the internal microcosm of the universe. It is a reflection of the human survival instinct to control. The human psyche has adapted to this hoarding and protecting mentality since the advent of agriculture. Spending time with traditional nomadic people in Mongolia revealed a stark contrast to contemporary, human-centric life and its survivalist ethos that is harmful to the ecology of the planet. Impressed with the more balanced, symbiotic relationship the nomads have with the natural world inspired me to embark on a new body of work that engages with nature, horses in particular, to co-create an energetic, invisible, inaudible language that engages in a more subtle way with the earth and its inhabitants. Inspired by the shamanic past and its resurgence in contemporary Mongolia, I explored ways of connecting to nature though the invisible realm of the senses.

PS: For the exhibition at Pinksummer you will present a brand-new video, based on communication between human and non-human as a paradigm of collaboration that prescinds from language, since once, quoting Wittgenstein, you stated that even if a lion could speak, we wouldn’t have any possibility of comprehension. You defined the wild animals of your video, your drawings and watercolors as collaborators and you reflect on inter-species communication as a possibility of avoiding ecological catastrophe. You said in Mongolia you have been influenced by shamanism, a social practice links to the sacred, seeing the shaman as the one who knows (saman) how to communicate with the spirits of ancillary animals, and with the world of energies, to bring back harmony and therefore the beauty of the world, because beauty has never been separated from morality in their tradition. Just reaching a balance with the natural world and with energy supported by its harmony, we can heal and thrive. You compared the role of the artist with the one of the shamans. Doesn’t the sacred, in the aesthetic tradition, mean overcoming the transience of time and the boundaries/confinement of language?

DS: My first rule of art making is: embrace fear and the loss of control. From my earliest projects working with wild and domesticated animals I have struggled with the concept of control and the expectations put upon animals to act in accord with my artistic vision. This was a mistake. Every time I planned my videos in this way; seeing the animals as my performers, and expecting them to follow my direction, my efforts were somehow frustrated. I struggled with this for a long time until, while making a video in Demark, I found myself thwarted again and again by the red deer who refused to appear on camera and partake of the food prepared especially for them. It was unexpected, as I had been told that these deer were very tame from being fed by the hunters year-round. Reluctantly, I decided to make this frustration the subject of the video, The Wild and the Tame which ended up being much more compelling than the original plan. There is a quote from Robert Smithson about the process of making art that I resonate with, especially in these situations. It states, (in reference to traveling in Central America) “All those guide books are of no use. You must travel at random, like the first Mayans, you risk getting lost in the thickets, but that is the only way to make art.” In this way, I approached the video for this exhibition: See/Sight Equus Mongolia. Instead of using food to entice the horses to participate I attempted to communicate with them energetically based on my research into the shamanic ceremonies of Mongolia and the Americas. I also studied equine communication and healing through energy work. In a way I became the shaman, but also the baby, making its first attempts at speech. The video is shot on a camera that I modified to film in Infra-red, which is a light spectrum invisible to the human eye, making the invisible visible and transmuting energy into art.

PS: When NASA some years ago presented the project of using laser light to increment the speed of the transition of data in downlink and uplink, especially towards distant places in the solar system, the scientific community seemed to split, because the usage of that very powerful optic system could have made the Earth visible to alien predators from remote galaxies, as if that was the jungle. You translated the poem Khan Kharanqui of Altai region of Mongolia in “SAA”, a binary language invented by scientists, conceived in order to communicate with aliens and manipulated by artists, or better by the artist, by you. “SAA” language, inspired by Arecibo message, transmitted from the Arecibo radio telescope in Puerto Rico in November 1974, was addressed to the globular mass of Hercules M13, 25.000 light years away. It was composed by 1679 binary numbers, produced by the prime numbers 23 and 73. By ordering the message in rows and columns, anybody, also an alien from M13, could have obtained a cryptogram with the ability to release information. A sort of extremely synthetic universal language. In 2001 someone thought to have found the alien answer to Arecibo message, in the wheat pictogram of Chilbonton in England. You wrote that the poem was suitable to be translated in “SAA” language because it deals with heterogenous communication practices and also with trips to different dimensions and also because the magical events contained by the poem were strictly connected to the Mongolian measurement system, essentially of binary nature. We know that shamans in Mongolia are divided into white and black, the former will ascend to the sky, the latter, will go down to the underworld. They both have a positive social role, though. We know that Mongolian cosmogony includes 99 gods, the same number of the distance in years from the Earth to the place where the dark Khan Kharangui confined the beloved princess in the poem. What do you mean when you state that a lot of things in Mongolia have a binary meaning? Tell us about your project 81 Meters Backwards to the Darkest Dark. Is it an attempt of actualization and universalization of the old Mongolian poem of Altai or is it an interpretation? Would you like it to be decodable by aliens too?

Tuguldur Yondonjamts: Great limited event (10 00000000000000000000000000000)

Beautiful light (10 0000000000000000000000000000000)

The Great Eye (10 00000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000)

Janj khutugtu A.Rolbiidorj (Mongolian mathematician from 18th century) named up to 66 zeroed large numbers with this poetic, but with quite strong visual language. I was interested in this way of thinking and this idea was “visible” as we were traveling in Altai. The visited countryside was a perfect place to investigate the poem and of course the numbers seemed to be significant. I have a desire to decrypt petroglyphs, rocks, fossils if they would hide a certain map. The artists imagination is still limited to visual information that we keep, gather or experience. The methodology of creating was inspired by the progress of the poem, but also physically experiencing temperatures, days and nights in Altai.

“Horse that has no gaps between its ribs and having no joints in its legs. Horse that gives advice to humans. Horse that thinks independently, navigating and covering far dimensions carrying the rider”…(part of Khan Kharanqui poem). It is a paradox to reinterpret an ancient poem today, then I start to think automatically about something else but not a horse.

But there is also an update in the story, a Common Myna appears in the poem executing a mission. The myna bird is not native to Mongolia, they are described as “Cocky and arrogant, not able to take human commands, eating berries, not insects in the fields” (Chapter 13. How the Myna Went to Hawaii, The Alien Animals by George Laycock). The presence of that bird gives a hint of a Buddhist influence in the epic, so the epic was written/rewritten by a different time. Maybe it is time to rewrite it in binary language, then it survived orally to an old Mongolian script, then to Cyrillic Mongolian…

Yes, I was interested in the process of “SAA” language that took 27 years to conclude a certain circle of imagination. Scientists, Aliens and Artists, this weird triangle should keep making geographical locations into magical dark holes.

Khan Kharangui poem is a well-known epic in Mongolia. It tells the story of a protagonist whose name can be translated as the Darkest Dark (artist translation) and his home country is located in 99 years of travel distance. The protagonist travels with his brother to his beloved princess who can predict the events of the coming three days and who’s face shines light to any direction that she directs. And there is a son of the heaven, the competitor of Darkest Dark and whose home country is located in thirty third layer of sky. The protagonist goes through different challenges and competitions and takes the princess to his far country. The jealous son of the heaven takes several revenges on the protagonist.  At the very end of an epic the protagonist, his brother and their joint friend will be given names of Insects by protagonist’s father. The poem is practiced as a long song during the night by a well-trained singer accompanied by Morin Khuur (a musical instrument with binary horse strings) in the covered yurt. High snowy mountains are described in the poem as a home country of Darkest Dark and also as a place where he sleeps as he was poisoned and turned into 90 headed monsters.

PS: In 1990, with the end of Communism, Mongolia, especially in the rural regions and in the mountains, started to recover shamanic tradition as if it were a sort of crisis philosophy, able to guide the tragic passage from socialism to post-socialism, by recreating a positive humus, negotiating with the indeterminacy of that transition. In this sense, shamanism, together with music and singing, has in some way restored an historical-cultural continuity, wiped out by the Socialist Republic of Mongolia in the Thirties. In Mongolia, the shaman has always been in charge of the restoration of balance in order to create harmony and concord; the power of shaman has never been separated from sound, singing, music, meant as a form of intersubjective communication. How do you relate with shamanism and with sound in your research?

 

TY:  “A shaman is able to jump seven times from the top of a mountain to reach the bottom of it”, I heard this as I was a kid. Of course, I did not know how high the mountain was, if the rumor is based on the dream or physical reality of someone, or if it is one of the “stories” chatted between kids in communistic Mongolia in 80’s. I am not an expert in knowing the shamans, but they existed since a time that I cannot really imagine. They represent knowledgeable travelers, whose knowledge of spirits, plants, animals, and landscape with its weather conditions brought them to a significant role in the ancient, but also in current Mongolian society. The shaman suit/gown is equipped with diverse items and each of them has a specific role/usage for the journey to different dimensions. They camouflage quite well into any environment, so they have been practicing their knowledge even in communist Mongolia. They have traveled quite far, they are fascinating for many.
In my video Myna Song, I was curious about time perception of insects, birds and humans. I tried multiple times to alter sound speed of birds and insects and to find any Mongolian or any words or dialects in it. Someway it triggered a certain feeling, that relates to a dreamlike situation. Adding layers by editing, altering sound speed according to birds and insects, writing the story on the snake skin system, making a map of a portal bone, all these steps were done to imitate the poem.

PS: On RedHero we read: RedHero is a long-term local and international project constructed around Mongolian arts and culture with a particular focus on the capital city Ulaanbaatar, whose name translates to red hero”. How did this project in Mongolia start?

RedHero: The idea started from a meeting, in 2014 in Venice, between Paolo Rosso and Dulguun Batbold, co-founder of the project. Dulguun proposed to develop a cultural project that had as first point Ulaaanbaatar, the capital that, after the fall of the USSR and the consequent independence in 1992, started a big rise of growth and development. Let’s just think that 45% of Mongolians are less then 24 and the average age of the population is 27. The Mongolian capital city, named “red hero” during the soviet period, is a very particular Asiatic city, as you would never expect, chaotic but not too crowded, with a lot of sand, asphalt, skyscrapers, wood houses and yurts. It hosts almost the half of the inhabitants of the entire country (three million in total, one of the lowest population densities in the world). Like a European city at the time of the industrial revolution, it is polluted during the winter because of burning charcoal and wood stoves, which makes it the most polluted (and cold) capital in the world. Mongolian tradition and the fast transformation of its capital, with many contradictions, brought us, together with the video-maker duo Kinonauts (Matteo Primiterra e Matteo Stocco), to visually map, in a spontaneous fashion and not programmatically, the most heterogenous aspects of this wonderful country. This multimedia mapping, an approach already used for the research projects Guwahati Research Program (Assam, India) and Los Caminos del Café (Cuba), became an investigative tool, related to international and Mongolian artists, invited to explore in a long-term project, the land. Hosting half of the population of the country, Ulaanbaatar is an important starting point, but not enough to understand the soul of this millennial culture, still linked to the nomad tradition and to shamanism. For this reason, RedHero moves also outside the capital borders.

In collaboration with RedHero: Paolo Rosso, Alice Ongaro Sartori, Kinonauts

www.redhero.mn

Thanks to Sergio Poggianella Foundation for: Author unknown, Shaman horse, cm 22×26

Invernomuto – MED T-1000

18 April – 15 June 2019

 

 

 

PRESS RELEASE

 

 

PINKSUMMER: We have never thought about your work in geographical terms before Black Med, the project you presented at Manifesta 12 in Palermo in 2018. Listening to Alessandra Di Maio and Iain Chambers, that you invited to give a lecture in Palermo, the first in the context of your project, we thought that ideas of place can be defined in several different ways, and that your soundscapes tend to define the place through the dislocation and the de-territorialization. Invernomuto landscapes are moveable, fluid, and changing. They are immaterial landscapes of diasporas: acoustic places, out of any border, for “anti-absence” they are transnational, transcultural. Opaque landscapes that seem to originate from spatial memes that fluctuate in time, ready to put the roots in the ears of those who pay attention to the back-sound. They are landscapes to listen to. They speak about exiles and resistance, about crossroads and hybridations, about sound correspondences and dissonants. In this way they can be defined as coral or not permitting to be flattened from a unique Euro-American vision of the place, meant mostly as nation. The link between music and geography, even if we look back, seems to us central in your work. Do your geographies evoke other epistemologies? Other stories, other cultures, other bodies, to quote Iain Chambers, that tend to be denied and refused by the visual and linguistic maps that we are so used to handling? Does it exist as a place for music?

 

INVERNOMUTO: We think that Black Med is a project that completes and expresses our interest in imageries that sound is able to generate. It has always been a subtext that brings together all of our work, but we think that with Black Med maybe a clearer idea emerges, even if the operation is still a work in progress and has to be defined, it’s liquid, as you said – and therefore for many aspects still hard to catch. With this cycle the geographies you mention don’t want to indulge a cartographic or a traditional geopolitical conception. On the contrary, the goal – to quote Chambers again – is to create “holes in the space and in time”, to drill the maps, to avoid looking at the Mediterranean as a flat and bidimensional layer. Black Med tries to listen carefully, it forces the perimeter of Mare Nostrum to explore expanded geographies, made of people, objects, data, and capital movements. Music and sound are the media of this research. It doesn’t exist a place of music, because it travels faster than you can get, and above all it does so without asking permission for transit.

 

 

PS: We’ve read that in 2006 some illegal residents of Latin America sang the USA national anthem in Spanish in the streets of California. They called it “nuestro hymno”. George W. Bush, president at that time, intervened saying that the USA national anthem could only be sung in English. It can sound surprising, the higher charge of the state intervening to put the language as a central topic, different from the idea of nation. As if the language would coincide with the idea of nation. The Rasta refuse the first singular person of the creole Jamaican language “me”, because they indent this as expression of servility. Instead they use “I”, us is expressed with “I and I”. This language has in it a series of I-words as I-vine that substitutes divine. When Rastafari was born in the ‘30s, 90% of the population in Jamaica was composed of slave’s descendants, deported from Africa to guarantee the profitability of the Caraibic island meant to produce sugar for the British Empire.

Is verbal language a divisive border marker? If we think with sound, not of sound as an object, does it produce another sense of belonging? Is sound a language? Are geophony, biophony and anthrophony languages as well?

 

IM: The languages of young or oppressed cultures have never coincides with the official languages. Slang was born for this reason. Jamaican Patois – or Verlan in Parisian banlieues – are traditionally jargon languages of the poorest classes of society, using it as a political necessity, an indispensable relexification that re-interprets a language, and that make it the one of oppressors. The important Rasta leader Count Ossie, in an interview for Swing Magazine in 1972, said: “We were fighting colonialism and oppression, but not with guns and bayonet, but WORDICALLY”.

Black Med sound archive is continuously crossed by non-official languages: from Neapolitan dialect to Quran recitals and traditional songs of Salentinan Greece; from the wrong use of Auto-tune of Amazigh pop music to the different slangs of contemporary rap and trap. The languages are multiples and the contribution of technology applied to voice is not secondary, often it’s desecrated and decomposed.

Parallelly, Google Translate is becoming more and more sophisticated.

 

 

PS: During the first Invernomuto solo show, Africa Addio, at Pinksummer in Genoa in 2015, you crowned with gold the postmodern and post-colonial moors, with very thin tissue used to wrap Sicilian oranges to be sent north. Your Black Med symbol, that moves from the “Africanist” theory of Alessandra Di Maio, is a Moorhead that you found already crowned. The Moorhead are presented as a crowned couple, man and woman, sometimes white, sometimes black, in the typical ceramic vases of Caltagirone. The moors in this folk are not slaves, but Arab conquerors that dominated Sicily until 1071, the year in which the Normans took the island. Just the head is left from “your” moor because the legend tells a moor was decapitated by his lover, a beautiful Sicilian gardener, who didn’t want to let him go, so she decided to keep him with her in some way, transforming his crowned head as a vase for basil. A story about Mediterranean, sea in the middle, sea of fights and crisis and the suspended bridge between Europe and Africa. Alessandra Di Maio states that people’s migrations are never accidental, they are always shaped and structured, the one about Black Atlantic of slaves’ deportation in Africa and the current ones about Black Med?

 

IM: It’s interesting to think about the King Moro series and tissues from Sicilian oranges today, that an agreement is being signed between Rome and Beijing, something that helps the exportation of those fresh citrus towards China, in the framework of a new hypothetical Silk Road.

Black Atlantic theory is shaped on African diaspora post-slavery, the one of Black Mediterranean on contemporary migrations. Black Med was born thanks to the texts by Alessandra Di Maio, so it was important to launch the project alongside Alessandra at Manifesta 12. We generally consider these theories important tools for our research; we started a special collaboration with Alessandra Di Maio. Her essay Those Are Lasers that Were Their Eyes – linked to this press release and online at palmwine.it – from this point of view is a sort of theoric extension of the exhibition.

 

PS: What are you going to present at Pinksummer?

 

IM: The exhibition will be presented as a unique installation, with ceramic robots and lasers. MED T-1000 is a grid, composed of eight modified “teste di moro”. These heads no longer belong to “moors”, and maybe we don’t even have to state if they are good or bad: are they patrol of the Mediterranean coast or are they contemporary exotes? Are they missing people of the Mediterranean, arising again, looking for revenge?

Referring to T-1000 (Terminator Serie 1000, showed for the first time in Terminator 2, where the Terminator was able to become liquid) is formal, but also programmatic: Terminator payoff recites: “They would reshape the Future by changing the Past” – a sentence that breaks the cartesian conception of time and simultaneously  works for us as a sort of Manifesto. Med T-1000 is a sculptural, bright installation elevated by sound. The sound is our refix of “L’Egitto Prima Delle Sabbie” song and album by Franco Battiato published in 1978, inspired and told by the Armenian master Georges Ivanovič Gurdjieff. Gurdjieff stated that he found a map, proof of a former culture in Egypt. In those times sand still hadn’t transformed Northern Africa into what we now call the Sahara Desert, and the continent was the most flourish and civilized of this planet.

In the second room we will present two bidimensional works, produced parallely to Black Med research: a photograph shot in Marseille port, Corsica Linea (2019), with a PVC mirroring intervention – and MED T-800, a big collage composed of 42 postcards from different times, showing a variety of landscapes of the Mediterranean and of the places by this sea, being harassed by a T-800 cyborg from the first Terminator.

 

 

 

 

Those Are Lasers that Were Their Eyes

 

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

(W. Shakespeare, The Tempest)

 

Alessandra Di Maio

 

In September 2012, when the renowned Italian designer duo Dolce & Gabbana presented their Spring/Summer 2013 collection in Milan, their use in women’s clothing and accessories of what was perceived by international audiences as blackamoor figurines caused extraordinary scandal. Particularly controversial were the earrings portraying highly stylized Moors’ heads dangling from the ears of a few dozen models, none of whom were black. Journalists, artists, bloggers, and fashionistas were up in arms, especially in England and the United States, nations historically sensitive to racial discourse and representation of the black body. The Guardian compared the blackamoor jewels to Aunt Jemima dolls, noting how hard it was “not to be appalled by the transparent exoticism in sending the only black faces down the runway in the form of earrings.”[1] The feminist blog Jezebel branded the objects “Mammy earrings.” The Huffington Post affirmed that they reproduced “racially insensitive imagery” since the figures represented slavery, concluding “the design duo should have steered clear of anything that would profit from slave culture.”[2] American hip hop artist Azealia Banks harshly commented on what she defined a racist collection, tweeting to the world that she would boycott Dolce & Gabbana. The magazine Refinery29.com described the collection as resting heavily “on the laurels of a long-lost colonial era, complete with all the cartoonish, debasing, subaltern imagery that would make even your politically incorrect Grandpa think twice.”[3]

Although the controversy is easily understandable—there were indeed black heads hanging from the models’ lobes on the Milan catwalk—there is a fair amount of historical inaccuracy revolving around these figurines. As Dolce & Gabbana explained in their runway press release and in their own self-defined “luxury magazine online” Swide, their earrings reference the Moor’s head vases of Sicilian tradition, just as the rest of the collection portrays images from Sicilian folklore, like the highly decorated wheels of traditional carts and the puppets from Opera dei pupi. Behind all this, Elisa Della Barba explained on Swide, there is an ancient history and a specific legend.[4]

The notorious earrings reproduce the Moor head-shaped ceramic vases that have long decorated many Sicilian homes and can be easily found in souvenir shops all over the island—which happens to be the birthplace of Domenico Dolce, one half of the fashion brand. Specifically, the Moors represented on the vases cover a vast chromatic range: some are pitch black, others are white, off-white, or brown; all have Moorish facial features. To be sure, even the color variety was imitated in Dolce & Gabbana’s earrings. But the pictures that surfaced on the Internet and in the main press outlets on the occasion of the fashion show were those of the black heads—what the English-speaking world refers to as “blackamoors”, emphasizing blackness, in contrast to the most common Italian definition Mori, “Moors.”

Whether the original vases, and by analogy the Moors’ heads in the Dolce & Gabbana earrings, independently of the color, display exoticism perpetuating “racially insensitive imagery” is an intriguing and still largely overlooked subject of aesthetic inquiry. Indeed, some appear realistic, while others portray grotesquely stereotyped Moorish features. What remains certain, however, is that the history inscribed in the traditional vases that apparently inspired Dolce & Gabbana does not refer to early modern conceptions of either slavery or Western colonialism. In fact, in contrast to their Northern counterpart—namely, the blackamoor statuettes from the Venetian and Florentine traditions portraying servants of African descent—the Sicilian Moors’ head ceramic vases refer to an older, pre-modern specific moment of history: the Arab domination of Sicily, widely acknowledged as the zenith of splendor for the island. In particular, they reference a Sicilian folktale, which, according to legend, dates back to the year 1000 AD. In order to contextualize the tale, it is necessary to go back to its historical background, through a brief flashback in Italian history.

Italy today is considered a Western country. It is part of the European Union, of the original G7—now G20—and a member state of NATO. In the contemporary discourse, it belongs to the North and the West of the world, as opposed to the Global South and the Orient. It is the country where, in the past years, a large number of migrants have landed from the four corners of the world, especially from Africa, in search of better life conditions. However, until the country was unified in one nation-state, in 1861, the territory comprising the peninsula and the two major islands of Sardinia and Sicily that today we call Italy was an ensemble of small independent states, including the Papal States, more often than not at war with one another. Sicily, geographically and culturally strategic, was one of those small states.  Located at the center of the Mediterranean, the island was a magnet for conquerors across the centuries.

Arriving from present-day Tunisia, the Arabs conquered Sicily in 827 and remained in power for some two hundred and fifty years. In fact, the new conquerors were not usually addressed as Arabs, but instead as Moors. The “notoriously indeterminate” term “Moor” was adopted, more generally, by the Europeans to refer to both the Amazigh and Arabs from North Africa, often extending to peoples from other African countries, from what today we call the Middle East, and even places as far away as India.[5] The term did not imply a single culturally, ethnically, or racially bounded identity. It referred to dark-skinned people as well as to white people. Although habitually used as a synonym for Muslim, “Moor” actually transcended religious boundaries, encompassing a number of histories, geographies, and ideologies, all with their own cultural markers. Most importantly, the expression, coined by the Europeans to refer to the “other” who came from and through the Mediterranean basin, represented the intersection of European and non-European cultures.[6]

The Moors brought citrus cultivation, irrigation systems, sumptuous architecture, algebra, the Koran, majolica, and a rich culinary tradition to Sicily. The Sicilian pastry items known all over the world—cannoli, cassata, marzipan—date back to the Arab domination, which lasted unopposed until the Norman conquest in 1071. Until then, Sicily was an Arab emirate, and Palermo was its capital city. The Moors were not slaves, but conquerors. To use a modern terminology, they were not the subaltern, but the ruling class; not the colonial subjects, but the colonizers. They were the sovereigns, as the unfailing crown on the decorative heads makes clear.

The legend inscribed in the vases date back to the times of the Arab domination in Sicily. Art and legend have intertwined to the point that it becomes impossible to distinguish whether it was the legend that inspired art or, vice versa, the artifacts that prompted the legend. However, the story tells that in the year 1000, in the heart of the Kalsa, one of the Arab quarters of Palermo, lived a beautiful Sicilian young lady who spent her days cultivating plants and flowers on her terrace. Well-to-do young women were not allowed to go out on their own at those times, and occasion of social encounters were mediated by parents. But since the woman gardened on her balcony, her beauty was known to her neighbors, who said that her hair was as dark as the night and her eyes as blue as the sea in Palermo bay. One day, a young Moor who lived nearby was passing by and, mesmerized by the lush vegetation on the terrace, he took a glimpse and saw, among the flowers, the beautiful young lady. It was love at first sight. He approached, asked to be received, and declared his eternal love to her. Moved by his sweet words and the purity of his sentiments, she reciprocated. The love story continued passionately, until one day, some time later, the Moor told the woman that he was to leave Palermo to go back to his country, where his wife and children were waiting for him. The young woman, unaware that her beloved had a family in his original homeland, was heartbroken. Incensed by betrayal and dishonor, she planned a vendetta in consummate Medieval Sicilian style. She invited her lover over to spend their last night together, and when he finally fell asleep, she chopped off his head. In this way, her beloved would remain with her forever, as he had promised. And what better way to preserve his head than transforming it into a vase where to plant basil, the royal herb, as fitted the now beheaded conqueror? The plant in the man’s head joined the others in the terrace, soon growing so lush and fragrant that the jealous neighbors had some ceramists in town make majolica vases shaped just like that—like the Moor’s head.

Soon enough, in the ceramic tradition, the heads became two, one male and one female, representing the two lovers, and even today they are displayed in pairs in Sicilian homes. The male and female heads, usually exhibited one next to the other, are equally adorned with jewelry, ornamental fruit, boughs, wreaths of flowers and leaves, and sometimes turbans, in the typical bright colors of Sicilian tin-glazed majolica such as cobalt blue, antimony yellow, and copper green. With or without turbans, both heads are always crowned. The faces, regardless of the nuance of the complexion, share similar features, such as marked eyebrows and more or less plump lips. The man always flaunts a virile moustache and occasionally a goatee, whereas the woman is sometimes portrayed with blue eyes. Chromatically, however, the skin matches in every pair of Moors’ heads: they may be light or dark skinned, but always equally so, symbolizing perennial communion and a shared destiny. The two vases, while dramatically staging an unhappily ending love story, represent the encounter of man and woman, the Orient and the West, the South and the North, Muslim and Christian, conqueror and conquered. It is no coincidence that this encounter symbolically takes place in the decorative arts of Sicily, a crucial Mediterranean crossroad across the centuries.

Slightly different versions of this story are spread all over the island, but the end always remains the same: the Moor is decapitated by the devoted, betrayed Sicilian woman, and his head becomes a blooming basil pot. The story is remarkable not only for its dramatic sequence and macabre theme, a combustion of love and death typical of the most consummate Sicilian style, but also because of the role played by the female protagonist: the seduced native woman takes agency and, acting upon her urge for revenge, suppresses the Moor who conquered her land as well as her heart. In many ways, this powerful Sicilian folktale is the exact opposite of the story of the most popular Moor in European letters, Othello, the Moor of Venice, who, blind with jealousy, kills the candid, innocent Desdemona. While Desdemona is a passive recipient of Othello’s wrongs, the Sicilian heroine takes action against her lover’s treacheries. There are good reasons to believe that the folktale might also have been the main source for Boccaccio’s famous Lisabetta da Messina’s novella in The Decameron, where the protagonist plants in her dead lover’s head a basil plant which her tears grow strong and scented, until her brothers, responsible for the assassination, take it away, thus causing their sister’s death.

Regardless of its literary echoes, this legend inspires the tradition of the ceramic Moor’s heads, whether it antecedes their production, as is commonly believed, or follows it, as some artists critically affirm. The exchange between the legend and the decorative art tradition has appealed to artists and artisans across the years, who have re-signified the vases in new fashions. In recent years, for example, after a great number of “Moors” of all skin shades have arrived in Sicily through the Mediterranean Passage, some vases have assumed facial features characteristic, in the Western imagination, of people from what the West calls the Sub-Saharan African regions. More often than not, they are caricature-like features, inscribed in the century-old Western tradition of black bodies representation, the same that the detractors of Dolce & Gabbana’s 2013 collection harshly criticize. On the other hand, some artists have engaged with the Moors’ heads by interrogating their presence, their history, their gaze. Those proposed by Invernomuto look at the future − and in some cases at each other − with intense laser eyes. Their beaming gaze is inquisitive, timeless, prophetic. It intersect ours, and we all identify in the beheaded Moor’s head as well as in that of the beheader.

[1]  Sara Ilyas, “Did Dolce & Gabbana send racist earrings down the catwalk?,” The Guardian, 26 September 2012.

[2]  Julee Wilson, “Dolce & Gabbana black figurine earrings and dress, Are they racist?,” The Huffington Post, 26 September 2012.

[3]  Lexi Nisita, “Colonialist chic? No thanks, Dolce & Gabbana,” Refinery29.com, 25 September 2012.

[4]  Elisa Della Barba, “Moorish heads ceramics on the DG SS13 runway”, posted on Swide, 23 September 2012.

[5]  Michael Neill, “‘Mulattos’, ‘Blacks’, and ‘Indian Moors’: Othello and Early Modern Constructions of Human Difference”, Shakespeare Quarterly, vol. 49, n. 4 (Winter 1998), pp. 361-374.

[6]  See Emily C. Bartels, Speaking of the Moor: From Alcazar to Othello (Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 2008), p. 5.

Invernomuto – MED T-1000

 

PRESS RELEASE

  

PINKSUMMER: We have never thought about your work in geographical terms before Black Med, the project you presented at Manifesta 12 in Palermo in 2018. Listening to Alessandra Di Maio and Iain Chambers, that you invited to give a lecture in Palermo, the first in the context of your project, we thought that ideas of place can be defined in several different ways, and that your soundscapes tend to define the place through the dislocation and the de-territorialization. Invernomuto landscapes are moveable, fluid, and changing. They are immaterial landscapes of diasporas: acoustic places, out of any border, for “anti-absence” they are transnational, transcultural. Opaque landscapes that seem to originate from spatial memes that fluctuate in time, ready to put the roots in the ears of those who pay attention to the back-sound. They are landscapes to listen to. They speak about exiles and resistance, about crossroads and hybridations, about sound correspondences and dissonants. In this way they can be defined as coral or not permitting to be flattened from a unique Euro-American vision of the place, meant mostly as nation. The link between music and geography, even if we look back, seems to us central in your work. Do your geographies evoke other epistemologies? Other stories, other cultures, other bodies, to quote Iain Chambers, that tend to be denied and refused by the visual and linguistic maps that we are so used to handling? Does it exist as a place for music?

 

INVERNOMUTO: We think that Black Med is a project that completes and expresses our interest in imageries that sound is able to generate. It has always been a subtext that brings together all of our work, but we think that with Black Med maybe a clearer idea emerges, even if the operation is still a work in progress and has to be defined, it’s liquid, as you said – and therefore for many aspects still hard to catch. With this cycle the geographies you mention don’t want to indulge a cartographic or a traditional geopolitical conception. On the contrary, the goal – to quote Chambers again – is to create “holes in the space and in time”, to drill the maps, to avoid looking at the Mediterranean as a flat and bidimensional layer. Black Med tries to listen carefully, it forces the perimeter of Mare Nostrum to explore expanded geographies, made of people, objects, data, and capital movements. Music and sound are the media of this research. It doesn’t exist a place of music, because it travels faster than you can get, and above all it does so without asking permission for transit.

 

PS: We’ve read that in 2006 some illegal residents of Latin America sang the USA national anthem in Spanish in the streets of California. They called it “nuestro hymno”. George W. Bush, president at that time, intervened saying that the USA national anthem could only be sung in English. It can sound surprising, the higher charge of the state intervening to put the language as a central topic, different from the idea of nation. As if the language would coincide with the idea of nation. The Rasta refuse the first singular person of the creole Jamaican language “me”, because they indent this as expression of servility. Instead they use “I”, us is expressed with “I and I”. This language has in it a series of I-words as I-vine that substitutes divine. When Rastafari was born in the ‘30s, 90% of the population in Jamaica was composed of slave’s descendants, deported from Africa to guarantee the profitability of the Caraibic island meant to produce sugar for the British Empire. Is verbal language a divisive border marker? If we think with sound, not of sound as an object, does it produce another sense of belonging? Is sound a language? Are geophony, biophony and anthrophony languages as well?

 

IM: The languages of young or oppressed cultures have never coincides with the official languages. Slang was born for this reason. Jamaican Patois – or Verlan in Parisian banlieues – are traditionally jargon languages of the poorest classes of society, using it as a political necessity, an indispensable relexification that re-interprets a language, and that make it the one of oppressors. The important Rasta leader Count Ossie, in an interview for Swing Magazine in 1972, said: “We were fighting colonialism and oppression, but not with guns and bayonet, but WORDICALLY”.
Black Med sound archive is continuously crossed by non-official languages: from Neapolitan dialect to Quran recitals and traditional songs of Salentinan Greece; from the wrong use of Auto-tune of Amazigh pop music to the different slangs of contemporary rap and trap. The languages are multiples and the contribution of technology applied to voice is not secondary, often it’s desecrated and decomposed.
Parallelly, Google Translate is becoming more and more sophisticated.

 

PS: During the first Invernomuto solo show, Africa Addio, at Pinksummer in Genoa in 2015, you crowned with gold the postmodern and post-colonial moors, with very thin tissue used to wrap Sicilian oranges to be sent north. Your Black Med symbol, that moves from the “Africanist” theory of Alessandra Di Maio, is a Moorhead that you found already crowned. The Moorhead are presented as a crowned couple, man and woman, sometimes white, sometimes black, in the typical ceramic vases of Caltagirone. The moors in this folk are not slaves, but Arab conquerors that dominated Sicily until 1071, the year in which the Normans took the island. Just the head is left from “your” moor because the legend tells a moor was decapitated by his lover, a beautiful Sicilian gardener, who didn’t want to let him go, so she decided to keep him with her in some way, transforming his crowned head as a vase for basil. A story about Mediterranean, sea in the middle, sea of fights and crisis and the suspended bridge between Europe and Africa. Alessandra Di Maio states that people’s migrations are never accidental, they are always shaped and structured, the one about Black Atlantic of slaves’ deportation in Africa and the current ones about Black Med?

 

IM: It’s interesting to think about the King Moro series and tissues from Sicilian oranges today, that an agreement is being signed between Rome and Beijing, something that helps the exportation of those fresh citrus towards China, in the framework of a new hypothetical Silk Road.
Black Atlantic theory is shaped on African diaspora post-slavery, the one of Black Mediterranean on contemporary migrations. Black Med was born thanks to the texts by Alessandra Di Maio, so it was important to launch the project alongside Alessandra at Manifesta 12. We generally consider these theories important tools for our research; we started a special collaboration with Alessandra Di Maio. Her essay Those Are Lasers that Were Their Eyes – linked to this press release and online at palmwine.it – from this point of view is a sort of theoric extension of the exhibition.

 

PS: What are you going to present at Pinksummer?

 

IM: The exhibition will be presented as a unique installation, with ceramic robots and lasers. MED T-1000 is a grid, composed of eight modified “teste di moro”. These heads no longer belong to “moors”, and maybe we don’t even have to state if they are good or bad: are they patrol of the Mediterranean coast or are they contemporary exotes? Are they missing people of the Mediterranean, arising again, looking for revenge?
Referring to T-1000 (Terminator Serie 1000, showed for the first time in Terminator 2, where the Terminator was able to become liquid) is formal, but also programmatic: Terminator payoff recites: “They would reshape the Future by changing the Past” – a sentence that breaks the cartesian conception of time and simultaneously  works for us as a sort of Manifesto. Med T-1000 is a sculptural, bright installation elevated by sound. The sound is our refix of “L’Egitto Prima Delle Sabbie” song and album by Franco Battiato published in 1978, inspired and told by the Armenian master Georges Ivanovič Gurdjieff. Gurdjieff stated that he found a map, proof of a former culture in Egypt. In those times sand still hadn’t transformed Northern Africa into what we now call the Sahara Desert, and the continent was the most flourish and civilized of this planet.
In the second room we will present two bidimensional works, produced parallely to Black Med research: a photograph shot in Marseille port, Corsica Linea (2019), with a PVC mirroring intervention – and MED T-800, a big collage composed of 42 postcards from different times, showing a variety of landscapes of the Mediterranean and of the places by this sea, being harassed by a T-800 cyborg from the first Terminator.

 

 

Those Are Lasers that Were Their Eyes

 

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

(W. Shakespeare, The Tempest)

 

Alessandra Di Maio

 

In September 2012, when the renowned Italian designer duo Dolce & Gabbana presented their Spring/Summer 2013 collection in Milan, their use in women’s clothing and accessories of what was perceived by international audiences as blackamoor figurines caused extraordinary scandal. Particularly controversial were the earrings portraying highly stylized Moors’ heads dangling from the ears of a few dozen models, none of whom were black. Journalists, artists, bloggers, and fashionistas were up in arms, especially in England and the United States, nations historically sensitive to racial discourse and representation of the black body. The Guardian compared the blackamoor jewels to Aunt Jemima dolls, noting how hard it was “not to be appalled by the transparent exoticism in sending the only black faces down the runway in the form of earrings.”[1] The feminist blog Jezebel branded the objects “Mammy earrings.” The Huffington Post affirmed that they reproduced “racially insensitive imagery” since the figures represented slavery, concluding “the design duo should have steered clear of anything that would profit from slave culture.”[2] American hip hop artist Azealia Banks harshly commented on what she defined a racist collection, tweeting to the world that she would boycott Dolce & Gabbana. The magazine Refinery29.com described the collection as resting heavily “on the laurels of a long-lost colonial era, complete with all the cartoonish, debasing, subaltern imagery that would make even your politically incorrect Grandpa think twice.”[3]

Although the controversy is easily understandable—there were indeed black heads hanging from the models’ lobes on the Milan catwalk—there is a fair amount of historical inaccuracy revolving around these figurines. As Dolce & Gabbana explained in their runway press release and in their own self-defined “luxury magazine online” Swide, their earrings reference the Moor’s head vases of Sicilian tradition, just as the rest of the collection portrays images from Sicilian folklore, like the highly decorated wheels of traditional carts and the puppets from Opera dei pupi. Behind all this, Elisa Della Barba explained on Swide, there is an ancient history and a specific legend.[4]

The notorious earrings reproduce the Moor head-shaped ceramic vases that have long decorated many Sicilian homes and can be easily found in souvenir shops all over the island—which happens to be the birthplace of Domenico Dolce, one half of the fashion brand. Specifically, the Moors represented on the vases cover a vast chromatic range: some are pitch black, others are white, off-white, or brown; all have Moorish facial features. To be sure, even the color variety was imitated in Dolce & Gabbana’s earrings. But the pictures that surfaced on the Internet and in the main press outlets on the occasion of the fashion show were those of the black heads—what the English-speaking world refers to as “blackamoors”, emphasizing blackness, in contrast to the most common Italian definition Mori, “Moors.”

Whether the original vases, and by analogy the Moors’ heads in the Dolce & Gabbana earrings, independently of the color, display exoticism perpetuating “racially insensitive imagery” is an intriguing and still largely overlooked subject of aesthetic inquiry. Indeed, some appear realistic, while others portray grotesquely stereotyped Moorish features. What remains certain, however, is that the history inscribed in the traditional vases that apparently inspired Dolce & Gabbana does not refer to early modern conceptions of either slavery or Western colonialism. In fact, in contrast to their Northern counterpart—namely, the blackamoor statuettes from the Venetian and Florentine traditions portraying servants of African descent—the Sicilian Moors’ head ceramic vases refer to an older, pre-modern specific moment of history: the Arab domination of Sicily, widely acknowledged as the zenith of splendor for the island. In particular, they reference a Sicilian folktale, which, according to legend, dates back to the year 1000 AD. In order to contextualize the tale, it is necessary to go back to its historical background, through a brief flashback in Italian history.

Italy today is considered a Western country. It is part of the European Union, of the original G7—now G20—and a member state of NATO. In the contemporary discourse, it belongs to the North and the West of the world, as opposed to the Global South and the Orient. It is the country where, in the past years, a large number of migrants have landed from the four corners of the world, especially from Africa, in search of better life conditions. However, until the country was unified in one nation-state, in 1861, the territory comprising the peninsula and the two major islands of Sardinia and Sicily that today we call Italy was an ensemble of small independent states, including the Papal States, more often than not at war with one another. Sicily, geographically and culturally strategic, was one of those small states.  Located at the center of the Mediterranean, the island was a magnet for conquerors across the centuries.

Arriving from present-day Tunisia, the Arabs conquered Sicily in 827 and remained in power for some two hundred and fifty years. In fact, the new conquerors were not usually addressed as Arabs, but instead as Moors. The “notoriously indeterminate” term “Moor” was adopted, more generally, by the Europeans to refer to both the Amazigh and Arabs from North Africa, often extending to peoples from other African countries, from what today we call the Middle East, and even places as far away as India.[5] The term did not imply a single culturally, ethnically, or racially bounded identity. It referred to dark-skinned people as well as to white people. Although habitually used as a synonym for Muslim, “Moor” actually transcended religious boundaries, encompassing a number of histories, geographies, and ideologies, all with their own cultural markers. Most importantly, the expression, coined by the Europeans to refer to the “other” who came from and through the Mediterranean basin, represented the intersection of European and non-European cultures.[6]

The Moors brought citrus cultivation, irrigation systems, sumptuous architecture, algebra, the Koran, majolica, and a rich culinary tradition to Sicily. The Sicilian pastry items known all over the world—cannoli, cassata, marzipan—date back to the Arab domination, which lasted unopposed until the Norman conquest in 1071. Until then, Sicily was an Arab emirate, and Palermo was its capital city. The Moors were not slaves, but conquerors. To use a modern terminology, they were not the subaltern, but the ruling class; not the colonial subjects, but the colonizers. They were the sovereigns, as the unfailing crown on the decorative heads makes clear.

The legend inscribed in the vases date back to the times of the Arab domination in Sicily. Art and legend have intertwined to the point that it becomes impossible to distinguish whether it was the legend that inspired art or, vice versa, the artifacts that prompted the legend. However, the story tells that in the year 1000, in the heart of the Kalsa, one of the Arab quarters of Palermo, lived a beautiful Sicilian young lady who spent her days cultivating plants and flowers on her terrace. Well-to-do young women were not allowed to go out on their own at those times, and occasion of social encounters were mediated by parents. But since the woman gardened on her balcony, her beauty was known to her neighbors, who said that her hair was as dark as the night and her eyes as blue as the sea in Palermo bay. One day, a young Moor who lived nearby was passing by and, mesmerized by the lush vegetation on the terrace, he took a glimpse and saw, among the flowers, the beautiful young lady. It was love at first sight. He approached, asked to be received, and declared his eternal love to her. Moved by his sweet words and the purity of his sentiments, she reciprocated. The love story continued passionately, until one day, some time later, the Moor told the woman that he was to leave Palermo to go back to his country, where his wife and children were waiting for him. The young woman, unaware that her beloved had a family in his original homeland, was heartbroken. Incensed by betrayal and dishonor, she planned a vendetta in consummate Medieval Sicilian style. She invited her lover over to spend their last night together, and when he finally fell asleep, she chopped off his head. In this way, her beloved would remain with her forever, as he had promised. And what better way to preserve his head than transforming it into a vase where to plant basil, the royal herb, as fitted the now beheaded conqueror? The plant in the man’s head joined the others in the terrace, soon growing so lush and fragrant that the jealous neighbors had some ceramists in town make majolica vases shaped just like that—like the Moor’s head.

Soon enough, in the ceramic tradition, the heads became two, one male and one female, representing the two lovers, and even today they are displayed in pairs in Sicilian homes. The male and female heads, usually exhibited one next to the other, are equally adorned with jewelry, ornamental fruit, boughs, wreaths of flowers and leaves, and sometimes turbans, in the typical bright colors of Sicilian tin-glazed majolica such as cobalt blue, antimony yellow, and copper green. With or without turbans, both heads are always crowned. The faces, regardless of the nuance of the complexion, share similar features, such as marked eyebrows and more or less plump lips. The man always flaunts a virile moustache and occasionally a goatee, whereas the woman is sometimes portrayed with blue eyes. Chromatically, however, the skin matches in every pair of Moors’ heads: they may be light or dark skinned, but always equally so, symbolizing perennial communion and a shared destiny. The two vases, while dramatically staging an unhappily ending love story, represent the encounter of man and woman, the Orient and the West, the South and the North, Muslim and Christian, conqueror and conquered. It is no coincidence that this encounter symbolically takes place in the decorative arts of Sicily, a crucial Mediterranean crossroad across the centuries.

Slightly different versions of this story are spread all over the island, but the end always remains the same: the Moor is decapitated by the devoted, betrayed Sicilian woman, and his head becomes a blooming basil pot. The story is remarkable not only for its dramatic sequence and macabre theme, a combustion of love and death typical of the most consummate Sicilian style, but also because of the role played by the female protagonist: the seduced native woman takes agency and, acting upon her urge for revenge, suppresses the Moor who conquered her land as well as her heart. In many ways, this powerful Sicilian folktale is the exact opposite of the story of the most popular Moor in European letters, Othello, the Moor of Venice, who, blind with jealousy, kills the candid, innocent Desdemona. While Desdemona is a passive recipient of Othello’s wrongs, the Sicilian heroine takes action against her lover’s treacheries. There are good reasons to believe that the folktale might also have been the main source for Boccaccio’s famous Lisabetta da Messina’s novella in The Decameron, where the protagonist plants in her dead lover’s head a basil plant which her tears grow strong and scented, until her brothers, responsible for the assassination, take it away, thus causing their sister’s death.

Regardless of its literary echoes, this legend inspires the tradition of the ceramic Moor’s heads, whether it antecedes their production, as is commonly believed, or follows it, as some artists critically affirm. The exchange between the legend and the decorative art tradition has appealed to artists and artisans across the years, who have re-signified the vases in new fashions. In recent years, for example, after a great number of “Moors” of all skin shades have arrived in Sicily through the Mediterranean Passage, some vases have assumed facial features characteristic, in the Western imagination, of people from what the West calls the Sub-Saharan African regions. More often than not, they are caricature-like features, inscribed in the century-old Western tradition of black bodies representation, the same that the detractors of Dolce & Gabbana’s 2013 collection harshly criticize. On the other hand, some artists have engaged with the Moors’ heads by interrogating their presence, their history, their gaze. Those proposed by Invernomuto look at the future − and in some cases at each other − with intense laser eyes. Their beaming gaze is inquisitive, timeless, prophetic. It intersect ours, and we all identify in the beheaded Moor’s head as well as in that of the beheader.

 

 

[1]  Sara Ilyas, “Did Dolce & Gabbana send racist earrings down the catwalk?,” The Guardian, 26 September 2012.

[2]  Julee Wilson, “Dolce & Gabbana black figurine earrings and dress, Are they racist?,” The Huffington Post, 26 September 2012.

[3]  Lexi Nisita, “Colonialist chic? No thanks, Dolce & Gabbana,” Refinery29.com, 25 September 2012.

[4]  Elisa Della Barba, “Moorish heads ceramics on the DG SS13 runway”, posted on Swide, 23 September 2012.

[5]  Michael Neill, “‘Mulattos’, ‘Blacks’, and ‘Indian Moors’: Othello and Early Modern Constructions of Human Difference”, Shakespeare Quarterly, vol. 49, n. 4 (Winter 1998), pp. 361-374.

[6]  See Emily C. Bartels, Speaking of the Moor: From Alcazar to Othello (Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 2008), p. 5.

Peter Fend/Yona Friedman – Filling the absence

 

Press release

“What has happened in Genoa is a huge shock. Not only for Genoa, but also for Italy and the profession of civil engineering. Was that bridge, in sum, too vulnerable?
(…) Pinksummer has two artists who work with balloons. One’s background is Peter Cook (Archigram) teaching and the other one moves from a project started with Gordon Matta-Clark.
(…) What now can be done? Can’t Peter Fend with your gallery help? The other people copied in have been involved in the balloon-bridge idea, or Matta-Clark, so that the reason; this could be solely Pinksummer effort. No?
Peter

Peter Fend wrote us in an e-mail last 15 August 2018, cc’ing a lot of unknown people. But that’s usual for Fend, it’s a part of his geography “across the borders”.
We could say that the exhibition Filling the Absence with Peter Fend and Yona Friedman, curated by Andrea Canziani and Emanuele Piccardo with a film-documentary co-produced by Museo Nivola and Pinksummer, curated by Elisa R. Linn and Lennart Wolff, was not originally chosen by the gallery, as we actually just agreed on different inputs tending to overestimate us and we felt like having them vibrating from us and with us.
As soon as we came back to the gallery after the summer break, in the first days of September, Emanuele Piccardo and Andrea Canziani came to us, quoting the example of the gallerist Max Prototech who, after the collapse of the Twin Towers, invited more than 100 architects and designers to present proposals for the development of the site, then denominated Ground Zero. At the beginning of 2002 Protetch, in collaboration with Architectural Record editors, organized the exhibition New York, a New World Trade Center: Design Proposals, where 60 proposals were presented. Piccardo and Canziani stated that we should have started from the collapse of the bridge on the Polcevera described as “the narrow concrete belt that goes through the green valley, paradigm of post-war modern Genoa” to regenerate the future of a fragile city, tending to become more and more fragile, because of the lack of infrastructures but even more because of the lack of a prospective vision. Piccardo and Canziani proposed to organize an exhibition. Joseph Grima suggested the open call. After a series of confrontations with Piccardo and Canziani, we decided to invite Yona Friedman and Peter Fend, that in their difference are indeed very similar, both being “programmatically utopic” and also because of their distinguishing generosity, meant as an anti-monumental attitude, avid of life, of movement and of fresh and positive dissatisfaction.
Yona Friedman influenced two generation of architects by working with drawings, collages, models, ideas and theories, books, movies. In his text Biosphere is still common property except for land use he writes: “The concept of land property started by focusing on land area in a 2-dimensional way and developed later into 3-dimensional interpretation. Land-ownership was extended “reach the sky”, including water surfaces, like “territorial waters”. The biosphere become owned property.
Luckily enough, ownership was not extended to the atmosphere, to air, to rain, to sunshine.
The essential of my proposal of “cloud infracstructure” is based on those new technologies which are indipendent of direct land use, like solar plates, compact batteries, rain collectors, information clouds. Cloud infracstructure has no owners”.
Peter Fend, without hiding any sense of frustration which became a principle of his work, gave his vision to the re-mapping of the real-world actions, moving from geographical representation and from lucid reading and without prejudice of History, capable of moving a linear segmentation of cause and effect, inside a prospective in which the relation of ideas expresses the a-priori and a-posteriori in a circular form.
His book Ocean Earth is emblematic in this sense. Beyond Mega-Structuralism and modular assemblage language, which Fend perceives, he confessed, as a mountain to climb, when he came back from his first meeting with Yona Friedman in Paris, held last November the architect’s studio, that happened regardless of us and without us even knowing, for a curious coincidence that we will tell later, Fend told us that Friedman is the first person he met in the architecture world, who deeply knows physiocracy, an economical doctrine formulated from the physics François Quesnay in the Eighteenth century, and he stated: “On that, we two may be fairly unique in the architecture community, or even the art world” and yet “Physiocracy was invented by the physician to the French King.  He concluded that the well-being of the Nation, of its people, rested on a foundation of the well-being of Nature. The animals and plants had to be healthy.  The word “ecology” was not used then, in the early 18th century.  But the physician understood the obligation of the State, or the King, to assure that people could be healthy. This mean, the land and waters must be healthy.  Indeed:  people come and go; how is the land and water?  No tyranny is worse than that of having to try living in a polluted, unhealthful environment. There is no escape”. Peter’s trip to Paris for meeting with Yona Friedman was organized by Nivola museum, to which Elisa R. Linn and Lennart Wolff proposed the project of a collaboration between Friedman and Fend since 2017; the exhibition will open next October 2019.
We got to know about the project from an e-mail by Lennart Wolff in December.
Peter Fend and Yona Friedman, both “transcendently” above that apparent conflict of interests, never mentioned their collaboration project in Sardinia.
When we asked Peter Fend about it, he answered, mocking us a little bit:

I will admit, sorry,
that I am angry to the core of my body,
and in every fiber of my arms and legs, which thought
all the architecture through, by the
denial of an ambition in August to GO TO GENOVA
and bring there the ideas of Russian Constructivism,
Gordon Matta-Clark, Robert Le Ricolais, Yona Friedman,
and other genuine pioneers in structural and infrastructural
thought”.

The movie-documentary curated by Elisa R. Linn and Lennart Wolff and coproduced from Nivola museum and Pinksummer, was born from a syntonic coincidence, transformed by an opportunity, moving from material collected by Wolff during Yona Friedman and Peter Fend meeting in Paris.
The open call, March 15th its deadline, with the intention presented below, works on the hermeneutics of the absence, from any point of view we want to consider it. In an uncertain Italian debate as if safety of a possible identity was subjected to the closing or opening of the ports, in spite of the fact that a port itself indicates a safe docking, here in Genoa what happened after the “collapse of the bridge” more than reminding of the collaboration between Traian and Apollodorus of Damascus, who in 105 a.C. built a 1,1 km long bridge, as long as the motorway viaduct on Polcevera river, designed by Riccardo Morandi for the Italian Society of Water Channels and finished in 1967, recalls the contemporary neo-feudalism, allergic to any idea of participation, that, justified by the emergency (state of exception), ended up ignoring the rules of competition for construction, meant as a fully democratic premise.

 

Pinksummer: Democracy is people government through representatives freely elected by citizens with the right to vote. You said that in a democratic government the parliament shouldn’t be expressed by the majority of those who voted but all those who are registered to vote and, therefore, the abstentionists as well. The percentage should correspond to those elected in the same way of the Assize Court. Lenin intended the abstention as a tactic and strategic form compared to the coherence of the revolutionary ideals, is abstentionism a form of resistance for you?
Yona Friedman: Abstention is a party. It can be represented by randomly chosen delegates, as jurors to assizes are chosen.

Ps: Is the web, internet, in any form, always a theatralization of already known contents compared to information?
YF: Internet spreads often fake information. So do all media. Best is easier to fight them via internet, but not necessarily more efficient.

Ps: What do you mean when you say that migrations are a defense for people against iniquity, as well as instruments of social regulation? Does migration represent a threat for the democratic State or just for the mafia?
YF: Migration is “voting by one’s feet”. I myself migrated three times, leaving behind political situations that I did not like.

 

Ps: Once you stated you would like to lead Italy on the way to build railroads in the Sahara Desert in Africa, not very differently to what China did, in line on what Matta-Clark said (or wrote): “The only thing I believe in is railroads”. The idea is to substitute the politic of humanitarian aid with investments that bring to a true cooperation. In the last 10 years China built 2233 km of railroads in Africa and is building others. The president Xi Jimping during China-Africa Cooperation Forum launched a new industrial plan for agriculture and clean energies. Actually, it deals with oil in exchange of streets and railroads and the Chinese humanitarian aid in Africa were only declared. Isn’t it just neo-colonialism or better, in the case of the Empire, neo-imperialism? Talk about Eurafrica you have in your mind.

Peter Fend: Genoa is the port of Milan-Torino-Parma-Genoa, and more, much as Rotterdam is the port of Amsterdam-Utrecht-The Hague-Rotterdam.
Every major airport has a hinterland.
Exceptions are the two international airports of Switzerland, which is more a bank than a country,
and the global hubs of Qatar, Dubai and Istanbul, made possible by their location amidst world travel and by petroleum.
More importantly, Genoa can become the main port for Europe with Africa–bigger than Marseille.  This requires one or two rail lines across the Sahara to sub-Sahara Africa.  Italy started a trans-Sahara RR several times, first in 1871, China builds rail roads on such a scale, across much bigger deserts, in these years. Can Italy compete?

Ps: Starting from the Morandi bridge, your idea of reconstruction always recalls large scale, and you always mean a strategic infrastructural system, without forgetting the environment. You studied Genoa and its territory. Genoa is essentially a port, and ports need streets, and efficient railroads. Why did local administrators and central government let Genoa port being forgot and the city isolated thanks to motorways and inadequate ferries to travel in a speeded-up time? Since ‘80s the environmentalist and the residents of the north of Genoa, interested to the so called “Gronda”, opposed calling the Tar. How is it possible to combine the needs of the environment to the fact of giving breath to north, to a port and to a city in a difficult territory that implies natural erosions, expropriation and destruction of artifacts? You said the only possibility for Genoa is to become the port of Milan.
F.: Birds flying from the jungle in Africa to the tundra in the Arctic, and back, pass through Europe.  These birds are essential to the Northern Hemisphere ecosystems of these longitudes.  They function to distribute nutrients and seeds throughout the longitudes. But such flights are declining.  There are many causes.  Almost all of them are human.  Why, for example, have insect populations declined by 75% in the past 25 years?  Without insects in great number, there cannot be enough birds.
China has adopted a massive campaign of building infrastructure, and organizing human populations, along paths largely from Far East to West, across the whole of Eurasia.  This campaign extends around the world, to all of Africa and all of Latin America.  Italy is caught up in the overall plan, as a minor underling.   What can Italy do in response?
Italy can mount a campaign of similar scale and concept, but along paths from sub-Sahara Africa across the Sahara, north to Europe and the Arctic, and back.  Italy can do this with other countries in both Africa and Europe.
Mimicking the bird flyways, Italy can lead in the construction of rail lines across the Sahara.  It started this in 1871….  Team up with African and European countries to follow through.  The distances across desert are less than those crossed in recent years by China.
And along all the paths, Italy can pioneer the construction of marshes, oases, feeding grounds for animals, and revived salt lakes.  It can do this not only in Africa but also in the Far North of Europe.  The Arctic is melting these days; the ecosystems are burgeoning with life, especially in summer; why not work along the shores of the Arctic, all around?  Why not follow through on what Umberto Nobile, the Italian duke, pioneered in the 1920s, a hundred years ago:  the first crossing by balloon of the Arctic Ocean.  Did Nobile do that just as a lark? No, he did so because he knew that Italy should be active in the Arctic.  This can happen now.
All the coastal waters for action in the Arctic are on display this week in Kirkenes, on the border of Norway with Russia.  A film-maker and I intend to go to those same waters this summer, to challenge the oil industry in its scenario for drilling and to find out, on many sites, if seaweed can be harvested instead to yield no-emissions biofuel.  Such research could be furthered by ENI.  It could be started right now in ENI holdings off a main outflow from the Arctic, the Labrador Current.
Many actions have been charted and planned for the coasts of Africa, and even for well inland.  These should best be started during the winter.  Schemes could be mapped out and launched from Italy.
The urgency of action in the Arctic is clear:  seaweed proliferates during summer, due to tundra melt and sharp rises in temperature; the seaweed helps reverse acidification of the world ocean; meantime, oil companies of the Great Powers (Russia, China, US, UK, but not–significantly, France) work to drill for fossil oil and gas, at huge cost and risk, with serious danger to the Arctic as anything alive.
The urgency of action in Africa is also clear:  the continent will have 2 billion people by 2050, assuming no catastrophic war, but, well, questionable, since Africa does not now have enough suitable water.  There could be famine. There could be more drought.  There could be massive die-offs.  There could be more violence and terror.  What is to be done?  Economic activity with benefits to ecology, in restoring water cycles, must begin.  Furthermore, they must be led by countries such as Italy. Otherwise, only China will be doing all the deeds.  China is already well on the way to becoming the dominant power in Africa.  That is not good for Italy, or Europe, or maybe also Africa.  Italy needs to enter the African world as much as China already has.  Shall hundreds of millions of would-be refugees from Africa be flooding Europe?  And shall Africa remain a continent mostly of deserts?  With weak flyways, ever less benefiting the countries, like Italy, to the north?
Genoa can be a center of decision.
Genoa, together with Sarzana, Savona and potential rail hubs to the north, like Ovada or Tortona, can assert that it will coordinate in a region to become a major PORT in the exchange of Europe with Africa. It can call itself PORTA AFRICA.
Genoa can do all this in concurrence with China, and on the same scale of global infrastructural thinking as China does.
Genoa can also talk with Mercitalia, the freight division of the Ferrovie dello Stato, to construct railroads from Europe north to the Arctic, in collaboration with Norway and Finland, and it can talk with Mercitalia about building up both ecosystems and freight-line routes across Africa.  Coordination can be conducted with Japan:  both Italy and Japan are world unique in having railroads around the entire coast; both countries are able to build up sea-land economies.
Pressure from China, coalesced with pressure from an ever-expanding Turkey, must be met on a similar scale.  Otherwise, Italy becomes economically weaker, with Genoa as an early victim.
Responding to the pressure thus, in concert with the government in Rome, can restore Genoa as a primary port for industrial Europe, stretching from France to Russia.  To do this is not so difficult:  Genoa must remind Torino, Milano and the urban-agricultural corridor from Piacenza to Bologna, they their port is, almost always, Genoa.
What happens in the Val Polcevera is a small part of what happens in the entire ecological system of Eurafrica, with
VOLO VIA DA GIUNGLIA VERSO TUNDRA

Ps: The viaduct on Polcevera, collapsed last 13 August, was built by Riccardo Morandi between 1963 and 1967, during the period of economic miracle post-WWII, symbol of a dirigiste modernity, that didn’t care about anyone and for sure didn’t think about who was living and kept living in the houses of Walter Fillak street until the collapse of the concrete tape. To quote Robert Smithson, wasn’t Morandi bridge a backwards ruin?
Andrea Canziani and Emanuele Piccardo: Smithson in his A Tour of Monument of Passaic in New Jersey in that same 1967, walks along the river and tells with pictures stories of “ruins” which are pipeline, piers, pedestrian bridges, places where the kids can play. Smithson works om the concept of ruin inverting the classic idea of monument, that’s why he wonders if Passaic could be an eternal city as Rome, without having to derive from a monumental will. “Fate wanted that the pictures were of A12 highway viaduct close to Rapallo, images that I used in the project of the philosopher Matthieu Duperrex, who, in 2017, asked to several researchers to homage Smithson’s tour after 50 years” (EP). This is the viaduct on Polcevera: an upside-down monument, it could have been a ruin just if it could have let perceive the existence of time, which is not just the years passing by. But all of this is denied by the will to remove what is timeless to be just ruins. It would be wrong to read that project and those choices with the sensitivity, even environmental, that we have today. Modernity of post-WWII didn’t have antidemocratic connotations, of course had capitalistic and technocratic connotations. But it was, at that time, a William Henri Smith technocracy: at the service of industrial democracy, with an ethical and moral goal of another importance compared to the next capitalistic drift.
Morandi’s project has nothing dirigiste, it doesn’t change the city in which it fits, it doesn’t ask anything, it responds to the purpose of linking two highways. It does it so well that immediately it has been recognized as a formal example of a big interest, even landscaping, in the engineering environment of that time. It’s important to contextualize Morandi’s project with the economic boom and the wish of growth of Italy, modernist utopia and necessity to have efficient links, the same years of construction of the Sopraelevata (1964).
At the same time, we have to contextualize the operation we are doing by this exhibition, which is not a proposal of alternative projects, but of alternative visions.

Ps: Did the evolution of democracy, in architecture as well, eroded hierarchies? Is post-modernity mobile and fluctuant or is it just discursive growth? Wasn’t res publica killed by the end of modern homo politicus and by the advent of homo psycologicus, vulnerable and uncertain, looking for his well-being inside a misunderstanding emotive post-modernity?
A.C. e E.P.: Architecture has a social and ethic dimension. The project always represents the possibility to live in better conditions. This represents an ideal for a lot of architects, not everyone. Some of them just answer quietly to inhabitants who usually distrust architecture and contemporary times. The weakness of architecture and the crisis of democratic participation mechanisms is well expressed by the situation of the collapse of the viaduct. We assisted to an autoreferential decision-making from the latest commissioner for the latest emergency. The exceptional state justifies everything, and politic propaganda reassures, hypnotizes, anesthetizes, through an offer of total delegation to the government politic: everything will go back to normal, don’t worry. How many freedoms are we ready to abandon to have a reassuring predictability to act in the every-day life?It wasn’t postmodernity – assuming it ever existed – nor the hypermodernity we are living in, that impose what’s happening. Maybe we can find a hint in the autoreferentiality and in the selfish leadership of homo psycologicus, but it seems more reasonable that widespread arrogance and ignorance contribute to define contemporary society as a Society of spectacle of Debordian memory.
Here’s the importance of activating mechanisms as the ones that generated this exhibition and the connected open call to Yona Friedman’s and Peter Fend’s work. As the political agenda can be dictated by emotions and not by rationality, but under no circumstances we want architecture to become its silent handmaid.

Ps: You are working at an exhibition featuring Peter Fend and Yona Friedman at Museo Nivola since 2017 that will open next October. Without knowing about each other work we combined the two for different reasons: ours more specific, carried by something exceptional that happened, yours, on the other side, something that could be defined a long term one. What brought you to combine in an exhibition the large/small scale artist Peter Fend and the architect of the ville spatiale, of cloud infrastructures and realizable utopias?
Lennart Wolff and Elisa R. Linn: What was an initial point for us to think about bringing together Peter Fend and Yona Friedman was a similarity we saw in their position in relation to the history and discourses of the disciplines of art and architecture. Both have maintained a somewhat peripheral and critical position moving beyond the common outputs, platforms, and institutions: for instance, a museum and market focused art production in the 1980s or the subsumption of modernist ideals by corporate culture and conventional building industries in the 1950s. Doing so they introduced new ideas and possible forms of agency that dwelled on collaboration and exceeded the limits of their disciplines that have proven to be highly influential not only on their contemporaries but also to following generations. Furthermore, in the light of the ever-accelerating unfolding of the climate crisis we were interested in bringing to focus the work of two practitioners that had a pioneering role in finding different ways to consider environmentalist concerns in art and architecture.

Luca TrevisaniI – 38° 11′ 13.32” N 13° 21′ 4.44” E 44° 24′ 27.4” N 8° 55′ 60.0” E

Press release as interview

Pinksummer: “While not wishing to go into details, let’s just consider that living and mobile architecture called dance. Its components are human beings instead of stones: when taking part to the dance, through the dance itself they are taken away from their animal life and transported into social life, meaning into the properly human life. As a matter of fact, it seems clear how dance derives from ceremony, which is nothing else than the expression of society. Therefore, men who dance realize their own vocation of men by dancing. All the arts, in particular architecture, are symbols of dance, or rather of ceremony. By asserting that the temple stones want to be there where they are – which sounds pretty incomprehensible – we meant that architecture consists of transporting human relationships in stones”.
Simone Weill’s words from her short essay Beauty and Good a collection of early writings published in Italy with the title Il Bello e il Bene1 made us thinking at what we imagine your third solo show at pinksummer will look like, a dance, or maybe even a ceremony, based on repetition, meant as actualization of something that precedes History, something always exemplary, somehow harmonized with the lasting and consistent note of panta chorei’s mithycal time, when the incessant change of nature, the panta rei, is limited by logos and thus turns itself into dance, into poiesis.
In order to make the space sacred, in the earliest stages of our civilization, people connected it to the cosmos by an axis and some cardinals points, while agricultural civilizations practiced instead the ritual repetition of an exemplary action, whence the world is generated through the contraposition, the fracture, between the inhabited territory, considered sacred, and world’s chaotic indetermination.
If the mimesis of becoming has always constituted your oevre’s head chord, in the case of your work focused on the mysterious rock engravings of Addaura caves, on the mount Pellegrino above Palermo, such a chord seems to grow longer in depth, in order to let emerge, by ritualizing it, the laceration that generated society and History.
“Idolatry is therefore a vital need inside the cave. Even though also among the best ones, it is unavoidable that it strictly limits the intelligence and goodness”, wrote Simone Weil in Gravity and Grace.
Idolatry is meant to be understood as a medicament aiming to suturing the founding fracture of human society, that involves exclusion. Even the Enlightenment, on which modern society is based, could be meant as a form of idolatry.
Your exhibition, that seems to establish some sort of potential continuity connecting us and those cavemen, who in the late Epigravettian or at the early Mesolithic represented with the stone and on the stone a scene of exclusion in which animals appear distinct and accessory, was it born from enchantment or disenchantment?
Luca Trevisani: Addaura caves are closed to the general public for safety reasons, it was perhaps because of the charm of that forbidden fruit, added to the pleasure of finding a shelter inside those caves on a monsoon rainy day, or because of what we saw on the rocks: for sure that trip did not leave us unmoved. It is the vision of a mystery, that is sacred as such, but also funny, because it shows us how simple we are.
Addaura caves complex has become for me a reference place, imagine an illicit bouldering circuit, packed with people though, blended with an oasis of peace for teenagers seeking an alcove from which watching the sea, a drawing school for contemporary graffitists, an archaeological beach where mollusks and dolomites met and wedged in, and – finally – a place holding some rock engravings which are at the same time so old that they cannot be dated and so fresh to let me think they are a very juicy and very true falsification of history. They say that the pictures conserved in the caves are the oldest representation of a human community ever realized, maybe those men were among the first farmers, for sure they were involved and lost in a collective ritual. This place is like a social garden, partially spontaneous and partially ruled; living, dishevelled, elusive, gently non-standard a little like the landscape surrounding it.
Do you know Palenque Hotel? That lecture and slide projection by which Robert Smithson read an abandoned hotel, through some photos and a text of the purest architectonic mysticism? Well, that was a subtle psychic guide for the hours I spent among those Palermitan rocks. Month after month, Addaura has become my Hotel Palenque, a performative platform for meditating on entropic processes, and on how do we dance them.
To me Addaura is a such a prosperous and weird situation that I cannot accept it remained unknown to the majority, so I decided to work as I was making some postcards out of it, as a way to spread it around, to provide it with legs and wings, to print it on large sheets of paper in order to let it travel, to turn it into improper sculpture and digital file, in order to dissolve it in the world.
The place needed to be transformed in order to distill its juice, to be transfigured in order to be brought to life, I had to become ventriloquist in order to let it speak.
Ps: “… And my feeling is that the hotel is built with the same spirit that the Mayans built their temples”, wrote Robert Smithson about Palenque Hotel. For sure, you did not handle Addaura graffiti in a romantic fashion. As a matter of fact, the idea of “ruin on the contrary” too is much relevant for your approach to that place: it is not time that makes a building fall into ruin, but that entropic drift is the foundation of any building itself, and that could be said endemic in any possible human construction, also the future ones, even though theoretical. We can build only ruins because our perception of time is evenemential and set up on the irreversibility of eternity.
We were disaccustomed to your poetic and elusive way of talking, we are stubborn and we go back to our first question, do you believe entropy can be a variable provoked by the ritual carried out by those damn anthropocentric early cultivators?
LT: Sure. Yes. Absolutely. Entropy is the disorder released to a system, and the man, the only animal who inhabits and smashes and redesigns the borders of nature, does nothing else than releasing entropy to the world. Those rock engravings are the only known cave artefact in which, approximately 10-14.000 years ago, for the first time, men pictured a ritual and, by doing so, they represented a gathering, society, feast. Those dancing men show us how conventional is our concept of habitat and society; they challange the definition of nature, they are a living analysis of our idea of progress and future. It is not clear wether an apotropaic ritual is featured or whether those engravings are about some erotic shamanism or they are just a very recent hoax, however, for sure, Addaura caves make us face something we cannot comprehend, some images that are so old that are out of History, without any visual tradition guiding our understanding of them. Any good artwork is kneaded with ambiguity; I do not know if this can be called also entropy, but thinking art as a field in which entropy is cultivated is a captivating idea.
Ps: “The little drawings of animals and puppets” of Addaura, to cite the former supervisor Giovanni Mannino, who in The Cave of Addaura, the engraving and the Black Cavern tells about the discovery of the paleolithic graffiti between 1951 and 1952 by a guy called Giovanni Cusimano, who defined himself “treasure hunter and knower of each and every stone of Mount Pellegrino”, represent, because of their exquisite realism, an unicum in the worldwide panorama of cave art.
Going back to Shadow and Grace, Simone Weil wrote: “When the true seems at least as true as the false, there is the triumph of the holiness or of the genius” and also “Future should remain there where it lies and do not stop being future. An absurdity that only eternity can recover”.
Of course, maybe we miss the categories allowing us to comprehend that representation out of history, but the interpretation, no matter if true or false, given that such prejudgments can be applied here, is able to bring prehistory up-to-date too within whichever extraordinary Jurassic Park. On the other hand, you said that potentially, the hermeneutic cyanotype, exquisitely pictorial, that you have realized in order to replicate the cave engraving as if they were postcards, could have been produced by those late Paleolithic people themselves. If we humans managed to get out of the chains, that lock us up in Addaura caves since at least 14000 years, would we become like the gods who do not need to interpret nor to represent any thing?
LT: Being human, we will not get rid of any chain belonging to humans and their nature, and that’s all right. I chose to ask and to interview those ghosts by replicating them through some cyanographic prints, developed with some simple and elementary chemical reactions. I have used a nineteenth-century technique hybridized with a digital negative, and obtained some color prints with help of wine, coffee, tea, ammonia, animal urine and thousands of other concotions. I did it thinking that chemistry is perhaps the only thing that joins us to those ancestors of us, the molecular life of matter is today the same of those times one, the energies of the sun and the sea water are always the same, that still frame the caves. Cyanotype and its mistakes and its accidental discoveries seemed to me the only wise way to unhinge and keep away any silly idea of progress, that could, unfortunately, accompany us while we watch those engravings.
Ps: What will be the title of your exhibition?
LT: Art is for me a research and digging field. It is experimentation, and not all the experiments are successful, sometimes we fail. I have understood that there is a consistent tension across my work as a whole, that is my acting on materials, on stories, and on places. My work is like a travel agency taking to foreign situations, trying to subtract them from the oblivion, or the not-known.
My job is to point the finger at something that I wish you to see, and to build a bridge on a case-by-case basis in order to let you get there, to choose the right language to make a place to speak, to coin a suitable language. The title it of the exhibition is so explained by the geographic coordinates of Addaura caves, followed by the geographic coordinates of Pinksummer in Genoa. 38° 11′ 13.32″ N 13° 21′ 4.44″ E / 44°24’27.4″N 8°55’60.0″E
Ps: The exhibition will have a sound, what will that be?
LT: I made a sound work, sort of an homage to Alvin Lucier and his work I’m sitting in a room. I took the geographic coordinates of the cave and I used a website to translate them into Morse, then I converted that code into a sound, which was done automatically, thanks to another free website. I played that localization of the cave inside the cave itself and recorded the sound produced during the process in order to play that record in the cave again, and to record its sound again, and so on. I interviewed the cave by tring to listen to its position: an astral sound came out, an out of time mantra, that make me think at the alien jingle of the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Ps: Could you please use as image for your invitation card the photograph you sent us via WhatsApp to show us the sculptures you meant to present at pinksummer, when those were just made up, en plein air in Palermo, in which you look like an invincible fisherman from an American lake, holding his carp like a trophy?
LT: Yes.
1 Simone Adophine Weil, Il Bello e il Bene, a cura di R. Revello, Mimesis Edizioni, 2018

Tomás Saraceno

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Press release

We do not know what image Tomás Saraceno and his team will choose for the invitation card, but conceptually we would find Hermann Minkowski’s cone-light appropriate for the show as that diagram contains all the possible future developments and all the causes from the past, making time per se and space per se vanish as they were pure shadows, quoting Minkowski himself, by virtue of an independent, for sure not Euclidean, truth.
It is not accidental that in our very time, suddenly, Nikolaj Fëdorov (1829-1903)’s cosmic humanism is perceived as a topical issue along with cosmism, a rather creative and interdisciplinary movement, that moves from “The Philosophy of the Common Work “of Fëdorov and follows the path of radical projective practice and of the conscious active evolution with the purpose of a better world, in which science and knowledge are seen as means to conquer death, even retroactively in order to resurrect the ancestors. That event would put an end to the war, mother of any conflict, of generational fight. Within that prometheic dream, the generations of every time would cooperate and humankind would become a large family ready to colonize the Universe.
Cosmism’s exoteric and positivist futurism deeply influenced Russian scientists and cosmonaut Jurij Gagarin, first man in space, in April 1961 on board of the spaceship Vostok 1 exclaimed in great excitement: “From up here Earth is so beautiful, without frontiers nor borders”.
On February 7th 2012 “Time” magazine had this title on its cover “2045: The Year Man Becomes Immortal”. That issue contained the interview with the engineer José Cordero, who was dealing with aging transcendentally, as if it was a curable disease, while Raymond Kurzwill, futurist engineer, artificial intelligence expert, musician and entrepreneur, asserted that, perhaps already in 2020, we will be able to scan our conscience with our PC and be forever living inside it in form of software.
It was maybe in an aphorism of “The Gay Science” that Nietzsche wrote that in no way he could believe in a God incapable to dance. On the other hand, it is known that the greatest biopathies are determined by fear, that is a positive emotion in itself, useful to preserve us from danger, but there are rational and irrational fears, just as there is a good cholesterol and a bad one that provokes heart attack and ictus. We need to start defending ourselves from the artificial fears induced by the continuous and limitless state of exception, citing Agamben. The contraction of fright, called freezing by the ethologists, interrupts the rhythmic pulsation of life by freezing it in the phase of contraction and it limits its expansion, which let us deduce that the dystopias of any time are reactionary and functional to some psychotic and temporary systems.
Enough with the dystopias created by modernity, that let us walk around ruins morbid and pleased, moving like zombies to the funereal tune of the apocalyptic specter of extinction.
The political activism of movements such as Solarpunk, the Futurefarmers fog communities and the artistic interdisciplinary community of Aerocene, moves from the real and still inexplicably underrated danger of global warming, in order to restructure our life through eco-speculation, against any determinist and mechanistic vision, by putting in relation the physical with the spiritual world and converging towards an optimistic view of the future. In so far, contradictions are meant to be a call for action: the future is not a frightening place if we imagine another modernity, similarly technological, maybe carrying on some projects that have not been accomplished yet. Those are seminal attempts to imagine such a different modernity, that reinforces our sense of nature and our being part of it, hence refusing any dynamics of the exclusion, opposing to the exclusion and to the extractive exploitation the active participation of cooperation, of crossed impollination, not at all elusive in respect of self-realization.
On the home page of http://aerocene.org, the community founded by Tomás Saraceno, it is written:
“ Aerocene is an interdisciplinary artistic endeavor that seeks to devise new modes of sensitivity, reactivating a common imaginary towards achieving an ethical collaboration with the atmosphere and the environment. Its activities manifest in the testing and dissemination of lighter-than-air sculptures that become buoyant only by the heat of the Sun and infrared radiation from the surface of Earth.
In a world of tumultuous geopolitical relations, Aerocene communicates a message of simplicity, reminding us that the air belongs to everyone and should not depend on any type of sovereignty.
It imagines a new infrastructure, which challenges and redefines an international right to mobility, reversing the extractive approach humans have developed toward the planet and re-examining freedom of movement between countries. This could be achieved by encouraging a bottom-up, participatory approach to policy making about the air, and through the activity of international community-building carried out by the Aerocene Foundation.”
All in all, we should let ourselves be attracted by the purposes, rather than being dragged by causality, in order to generate living bridges towards a new age, that does no longer get hopelessly entangled in the trap of the second law of thermodynamics, dictating for each physical process the energy dissipation, the aging, the levelling, the degradation determined by the increase of entropy, which necessarily let us imagine the final consumption of the machine-world, by burning at the same time any desire to dance, to fly, to levitate we may have.
Perhaps one can say that we speak too little about Saraceno and maybe he himself could think so, however, for his sixth solo show at pinksummer, we have chosen to let the artist’s work vibrate through diverse suggestions. We feel like mentioning in this regard the mathematician Luigi Fantappié who graduated from the Scuola Normale Superiore of Pisa in 1922 in the same year as Enrico Fermi did it, and who in 1942 developed “The Unitary Theory of The Physical and Biological World”. Fantappié observed that, while physics devotes the machine-world to the entropic collapse, biology and cognitive sciences let us witness the creation and the development of more and more complex and differentiated forms, which organization recall some systems that are able to increase their order and modify it in response to the environmental inputs. He searched for a solution to the aporia in the founding principles of physics and foresaw the theory of the syntropy in the sea of entropy, moving from D’Alembert’s equation describing undulatory processes. The equation admits both the solution of divergent waves, described by delayed potentials spreading from the cause source, and the one of the convergent waves, described by anticipated potentials, converging in a point that acts as an attractor, also understood as an ultimate goal.
Nobody has ever considered such surplus of energy that life has available and that makes past, present and future a global structure, simply because the divergent waves are well known, while it is not possible to observe the waves from the future. Even though the presence of syntropy is thinner, like the phenomena it leads, it seems that it is equally present in the world. Syntropic phenomena are typical of life and are made right from that surplus of energy in a reduced spatiotemporal volume. They are a phenomenon of coherence in order to face the emergencies of life and in so far as they have a purposeful character. The universe would somehow contain “backward” and “forward transitions”, visible now in quantum nonlocality phenomena, which is the possibility of quantum objects to exchange information without exchanging energy in some particular status of coherence. Quantum entanglement is the name of this phenomenon, that guarantees the necessary condition for some biological processes to happen, as if energy were informed and in so far future could influence the past. Unfortunately, anticipated potentials are very fragile and it is unlikely that a status of coherence in a laboratory would last the time necessary to properly catch it as the object of an analysis.
Anyway, we would like to locate Saraceno’s show at pinksummer in a future able to influence the history of a seed that its time did not let flourish as it would have deserved, a project that tried to imagine an anti-dissipative modernity, that perhaps would have not failed, leaving as a legacy the dystopic ruin of our idea of future.
The exhibition, in collaboration with the Musil, Museum of the industry and the work, of Brescia and with the Foundation Luigi Micheletti of Brescia, holding Giovanni Francia’s fund, is focused on the figure of the pioneer, who knew well, like Plato, like the alchemists, that solar sulfur is a spiritus familialis, a helpful and highly democratic spirit, through which one can proceed to the major work of society transformation, with the aid of ars specularis, that by reflecting and by concentrating can generate a multitude of suns.
As a matter of fact, Giovanni Francia was a modern man, who is said to ride around Genova on a red Guzzi motorbike with a bag on his shoulders, as it was a backpack, typical of contemporary city motorcycle drivers. Francia has lived and taught in Genova, but most of all he has been inventing and designing. They say he was a great mathematician, physicist and engineer, capable of catching the essence of physical phenomena in order to describe them through the pure simplicity of numerical equations.
The central idea of Francia, whose “solar” career began in 1961 in Rome with the presentation of the honeycomb structures or anti-radiant cells at the United Nations Conference on the new sources of energy, was the transformation of the abundant solar heat, at low density and low temperature though, in order to obtain the temperatures needed to operate the machineries and industrial implants of technologically advanced societies.
In the early 60s Giovanni Francia demonstrated to the world that it was possible to produce pressurized steam from Sun’s heat with fields of semi-flat mirrors (Fresnel type) allowing linear and punctual concentration in order to start a turbine operating a power generator, same as it happens in coal, oil, methane or nuclear power plant.
The tower concentrated solar plant built by Francia in Sant’ Ilario, inside the Istituto Agrario Bernardo Marsano, drew world attention on Genoa, that in the mid of the 70s, could have been considered the world capital of solar energy.
In 1970 Giovanni Francia began his collaboration with Ansaldo and in 1973, in the age following the oil crisis, when governments were sensitive to the research of alternative sources of energy, Enel, in collaboration with the European Economic Community, built Eurelios in Adrano, province of Catania, the largest thermoelectric plant connected to the national network, based on the experimentations carried out by Francia in Sant’ Ilario.
The plant was accomplished in 1980, year of Francia’s death, in 1985 Enel shut it down and in 1991 it published a relationship that declared its failure: “We come to the conclusion, shared with the great majority of world-wide experts, that tower and mirror field plants will not have, neither in the medium and long term, any relevant industrial application.”
Actually, we know from meta-textual critique that ergon, the work, appears always within its frame, the parergon, and with Derrida we could assert that ergon and parergon are complementary. Parergon it is the unavoidable accessory that gives place to ergon. If any representation, any topic, any text is removed from the work, what is left is the frame. The frame was constituted by the alternation in the U.S. presidency from Jimmy Carter to Ronald Reagan and by the decrease of the price of oil, that clearly determined a world-wide turn in energy politics.
As a matter of fact, today the thermoelectrical invention of Giovanni Francia is more current than ever and its discovery anticipated the foundations of what are the distinguishing features of that technology.
Saraceno’s exhibition will be of an immersive kind and it will include objects coming from the Giovanni Francia’s fund of the Micheletti Foundation, regarding both Sant’ Ilario solar plant and the visionary solar urbanistic project, based on modular propagation, developed by Francia in 1970 together with the architects Bruna Moresco and Kamir Amirfeiz. Also, it will be there the essay “Il Sole e i limiti dell’energia sulla terra” (The Sun and the limits of energy on Earth), written in 1974 and still unpublished, a sort of ante litteram document on greenhouse effect induced by fossil and nuclear energy sources. Once introduced in the atmosphere, even though their impact may appear modest in respect of the energy irradiated by the sun and by geothermal energy, they will take our planet, as we are experiencing, to a thermal instability causing a chain of events to positive retraction, that, if not interrupted in time, will become unstoppable because of how it acts on the causes by making them stronger.
A launch of Aerocene is planned at Sant’ Ilario solar plant.
We can’t do not think to american physicists and science fiction writer Robert L. Forward (1932-2002), that studied space transportation technologies, in his sequels “Return to Rocheworld” he described the photon propelled sail : like a sailing ship, which uses the contrary force vectors of the water and the wind to choose its direction, a solar sail ship uses the contrary vector of the Sun’s gravity and the Sun light…. Japanise in 2010 sent a sailing spacecraft (a nanocraft probe hanged to a solar sail) on Venus.

We would like to thank:
Istituto Bernardo Marsano, Genova
Musil Museo dell’ Industria e del Lavoro, Brescia
Fondazione Luigi Micheletti, Brescia
Enrico Beltrametti, Silvia Castelli, Angela Comenale, Luigi Di Corato, Anna Daneri, Stefania Itolli, Lucia, Pietro, Laura Francia, Davide Malacalza, Daniele Mor, Gianluca Rossi, Cesare Silvi, Pier Enrico Zani.
Obviously, Tomás Saraceno, Studio Tomás Saraceno and Aerocene Foundation, especially Alice Lamperti of Aerocene Team

Pinksummer goes to Palermo

 

Press release

“Palermo at that moment was passing through one of his intermittent periods of social gaiety; there were balls everywhere. After the coming of the Piedmontese, after the Aspromonte affair, now that specters of violence and spoliation had fled, the few hundred people who made up ‘the world’ never tired of meeting each other, always the same ones, to exchange congratulations on still existing.”
At the risk of being banal, we could not have missed the occasion to begin the press release that announces pinkusmmer pop-up time in Palermo, called for sake of coherency Pinksummer goes to Palermo, with a citation from ” The Leopard”, one of the novels we have loved the most, that we feel is suitable here. Obviously, we do not expect the ladys’ dresses coming all the way from Naples, nor even the bustle of milliners, hairdresser and shoemakers, rather we wish that this city, defined temptress and cosmopolitan, that we always imagine being the capital of Sicily before realizing it is the county seat of an Italian region – dream landing place of many souls that, from the bottom of the sea, would be eager to exchange congratulations on still existing, and fictional or imaginary nightmare of the Europeans – will give a diversely coherent imprint to Manifesta’s nomadism and hopefully to the dialogue between art and society.
On the other hand, in his Borges and The Memory the neuroscientist Rodrigo Quian Quiroga affirms that we have inside the brain a group of neurons held in the hippocampus, located in the temporal lobe, that get active only when facing the images of celebrities or particularly meaningful places, such as the map of Italy to which we add the one of Sicily.
Basically, we felt like sneaking into Palermo:
1) to run away from “our” Genoa sometimes, that, at the moment, if different moments ever existed apart from the wonderful Baroque period of Rubens, Van Dyck and of their local followers, is definitely not watering the seeds of any contemporary iconic turn from the political-administrative point of view.
2) Pinksummer goes to Palermo happens thanks to our friend the curator Paolo Falcone, his consort Olimpia Cavriani, Anna Maria and Roberta Falcone who have granted us the space, or more precisely the spaces, of Via Patania 25/27 from Spring to Autumn. The fellowship between the Falcone and pinksummer is a collaboration that by now has a history: the support given across the years by Paolo Falcone, his family, the Sambuca Foundation, with Marco and Rossella Giammona, to the artists we represent for the production of their artworks for the Venice Biennale. A friendship that let special flowers blossom, such as Galaxies Forming Along Filaments, Like Droplets Along the Strands of to Spider’s Web by Tomás Saraceno in 2009 at the exhibition Fare Mondi curated by Daniel Birnbaum; Mariana Castillo Deball’s artwork El donde estoy The goes desapareciendo/to where the am is vanishing presented at the exhibition Illuminazioni curated by Beatrice Curiger in 2011; Luca Vitone’s olfactive sculpture Per l’Eternità presented at the Padiglione Italia within the exhibition Viceversa curated in 2013 by Bartolomeo Pietromarchi; Michael Beutler’s work Shipyard for the exhibition Viva Arte Viva curated by Christine Marcel in 2017.
The blueprint of Via Patania’s space, an awkward maze made from 9 little rooms, former storage and offices, and the magic air of Palermo with its weird sundial in form of a dodecahedron built by the mathematician Lorenzo Federici at Villa Giulia, suggested us the idea of arbitrary transform the invitation card for the exhibition called Pictorial Goose Turn into a goose game board. As a matter of fact, pinksummer goes to Palermo will open on May 24th with a single exhibition, that will last until October, a group show hosting 4 little solo shows displaying the projects purposely conceived by the artists for those specific little rooms. The solo show of Peter Fend titled Costa Verso Costa, Koo Jeong A’s Tengam, Invernomuto’s Med T-1000 and Sancho Silva’s one (he did not tell us the title yet, but we would like it to be XKX, like the only mysterious not random contender of the game of the goose of the United States in Le testament d’un exentrique by Jules Verne) will be the spaces of a track composed by the artworks, most of them never showed before, by Michael Beutler, Mariana Castillo Deball, Plamen Dejanoff, Amy O’Neill, Tobias Putrih, Tomás Saraceno, Bojan Šarčević, Georgina Starr, Luca Trevisani, Cesare Viel, Luca Vitone and Stefania Galegati, whose nearest Caffè Internazionale ( that by now has a rich history in Palermo), will represent a displaced space of the exhibition for the projection of Escape Artists by Guy Ben-Ner.
Even our verbal description of the gallery group show starts feeling like some sort of goose game, which by the way we found out being a very old game of position, inherited from ancient Egypt, but most likely invented in Troy. It is a right-handed spin track, that is said disguising the initiatic path towards knowledge, somebody wrote that it is supposed to be the popular version of the alchemic opus magnum, leading the initiate from the darkness to the light, to the rebirth. In the center of our goose game in form of invitation card we set the Chestnut tree of the 100 horses, one of the oldest trees in the world, born in Sicily between 2000 and 4000 years ago.
Being the exhibition a group show of artists working with pinksummer, this press release does not have and shouldn’t have any exegetic value in itself, especially since, because of the limited space and our personal choice, we are not used to set up group shows in Genoa. Such a freedom allows us to be totally counter-clockwise in this short text and to embrace in toto the backward-in-time casualty of the retrocausal wave for Pictorial Goose Turn. The law of the finality coming from the future, rather than the logic of causality coming from the delayed wave of the past. Thus we focus on the anticipating potential that images have always had in respect of the upcoming history. Absurdly hoping that images/pictures could have again, or more, a propitiatory value similar to the one of the snake ritual, which Aby Warburg witnessed among New Mexico natives: some sort of presentation of strange and complex anticipative solutions, propelled by a goal existing already there in the future.
After all, humans began using pictures as a form of mimetic magic, in order to activate those meaningful coincidences through some non-random links, that were discussed in depth by Leibniz and called synchronicity by Jung. As if art could really be an interlace of chthonian and uranian elements: matter/chance and antimatter/purpose, that by annihilating themselves would turn into a super-causal paradigm in order to produce the clean energy needed for the change towards the complexity, the differentiation and life against the leveling, the homologation and death. On the other hand, progress was always born from counter-intuition in which images/pictures haven’t had a minor role, rather positive than negative, assuming that they exist as particles of opposite sign in the world. Finally, we would want the works presented in this exhibition to be political, as political as the artists that we represent can diversely be, as political as the Jung patient who, in a situation of crisis, dreamt of a scarab and, while he was telling Jung about his dream, a real scarab landed on the window pane of the room where they were sitting.

Sancho Silva – Primordial Soup

Pinksummer: Dear Sancho, it feels good to know that you are going to have a new exhibition at pinksummer. Last year you made us happy when you finally wrote us from I don’t know where in the world you are living now, to tell us we should resume taking care of your artist career. We would have wanted to take care of it since some time earlier. You are so prudent, according to the original meaning of ancient Greek phron, that concerns not the action but rather the thought, the ethical choice that falls back on the making. You have made us laugh, when you have written that you follow the cycles of agriculture and that your ideas must be watered a lot. For sure you are not a planted tree, you believe in the future and the community of the natural forests, in the do ut des of the polis. In the kingdom of plants you would be perhaps a helpful big beech.
Regarding your art, for sure your own pace is more arboreal than agricultural.
What have you done in the meantime?

Sancho Silva: Dear Anto and Francesca. Thank you for your questions and sorry for taking so long to reply. I guess you are right about me being arboreal rather than agricultural. Even though I do not see an opposition here. The key to swift agriculture lies hidden in the shadow of an old tree. Gungsun Long (or was it Huan Duan?) once said that the flying bird’s shadow never moves. I feel the reverse has been happening to me. I stand still while my shadows move swiftly. But I digress (as usual). More to the point. Thank you for inviting me to do another show at your gallery. I appreciate your patience. Perhaps you are also a little bit arboreal like myself. As for “art,” that slippery squid that keeps lingering, it is never where you placed it last. You always need to start again. Throw all the fragments back into the vortex. But that’s fine since, as a good citizen of the polis, I like to recycle. And I have a magic wand or, to use the English term, an electric hand-blender.

ps: We saw your work for the first time at Manifesta in Frankfurt in 2002, it was elegant and really very much political with its being inside your installation and outside the museum and vice-versa, inside the museum and outside your work Gazebo. When we met you, because of your pure-mathematician look, we thought you were a techie, but we soon understood that you were fuzzier than any other possible fuzzy. By the way, there is a book by Scott Hartley titled The Fuzzy and the Techie: Why the Liberal Art Will Rule the Digital World. At Stanford University, where the author of the book studied, “fuzzies” are humanities students, usually considered some sort of looser; “techies” are those who study mathematics, physics, computer science: the heroes of the future. However, venture capitalist Hartley, who has also worked for Google and Facebook, claims that, in the second machine age, the humanistic competence will have a fundamental role, most of all in maintaining a high level of creativity in terms of critical thinking. If facts such as the current role of Facebook and Cambridge Analytica were crashed onto the ground of hermeneutic athleticism prepared by humanities, they would have “left the time they found”, as an ancient Genoese saying tells about something done in vain, meaning they would have done nothing, for real they would have not helped the election of a US president, nor the vote pro Brexit in the United Kingdom.
Do you think that the “stay hungry and stay foolish” preached by Steve Jobs, is a useful luggage for life?

SS: To be honest I don’t understand your question very well. So I will attempt to construct a fuzzy answer and remain faithful to your image of me. I like the saying “Left the time they found”. It seems to echo the old Huan Duan (or was it Hui Shi?) saying “Wheels never touch the ground.” I hear the mottoes of venture capitalists with the same enthusiasm that I hear the mottoes of new-born Christians on a late-night show. I believe, with Leibniz, that every single entity expresses the entire universe. But does it follow that every single motto expresses the entire universe? I think it does. Some mottoes, however, seem to express the universe in such a confused way that it is left for the interpreter to do the whole of the expressive work: an infinite but joyful task. Here go some first steps concerning Jobs’ motto “stay hungry and stay foolish.” The cynic would say Steve Jobs just wanted us, the people, to stay hungry and foolish so that he could sell us more of his sugary apples. The futurologist would say he was having a premonition of how life will be like in the universal shanty-town of the future. The Mariologist would say Jobs was secretly referring to the Job from the Book of Job who had seven thousand sheep, and three thousand camels, and five hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she-asses, and a very great household and that once said: “naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither.” Huan Duan (or was it Hui Shi?), on the other hand, would succinctly say: “A dog can be considered a sheep.”

ps: Speaking about your fourth exhibition at pinksummer, you have called it Primordial Soup. Recently, it has been discovered that the indistinct soup from which life germinated, was not only constituted by the simplicity and abundancy of RNA, because RNA lacks in “reflectivity”; it seems that there was another ingredient, some sort of thicker, a broth dice of proteic nature, the peptides, capable of starting that replication process overcharged with hybridising alternatives, which is life on planet Earth. Your work has always been looking for alternatives, by redesigning space, by disturbing and subverting vision, looking for a horizon or better a horizon beyond the architectural and socio-economical boundaries. You have even played some dualities of metaphysical nature, by taking effigies and simulacra into it. You have mounted, taken apart, constructed and manipulated, in order to find alternatives.
For sure, environmental damages have always been justified by the lack of alternatives. Why did you call your fourth exhibition at pinksummer Primordial Soup? What is this soup that smells like some matriarchal flavor?

SS: In the last 3 years — and now I will answer question one — I have been managing a piece of land around the house where I live. I do not know exactly how to describe this practice. Dadaist agriculture? Philosophical agriculture? Agro-art? None of the above. In any case it involves collecting all sorts of seeds, occasionally revolving the earth, weeding, irrigation, and a lot of observation and research. This has been more of a dérive than a project with a specific per-determined aim. But as an offshoot this meant that there have been a bunch of strange looking cabbages, pumpkins, turnips and a bunch of other creatures roaming around the house calling to be “processed”. Now since I happen to have a magic wand (and two kids to use as guinea-pigs) this has led me to produce a series of enormous pots of a green-brown paste — a primordial soup — that I tried unsuccessful to feed the kids with. But I haven’t lost hope. Perhaps it is all a matter of presentation and the soup will be more successful if served in a gallery. To quote Hui Shi (or is it Gongsun Long?), compasses cannot make circles.

ps: Some years ago at your place in Lisbon, you showed us your collection of seeds. That night in your kitchen, we found out that you are a seed saver and maybe an inventor of aesthetic hybrids. Seeds are not a small thing, as a slogan goes.
Now and then in the world agriculturists rise against the multinational seed companies, that created the dependency from hybrid seeds, GMO plants, fertilizers and pesticides, polluting and exterminating insects fundamental to pollination, such as bees and butterflies. Press tends to liquidate the protests with little short articles, as if they were scuffles among growers of fruit and vegetables.
Initially the conservation of the seeds was part of the agricultural tradition finalized to the preservation of farms and gardens. Today, seeds must be purchased and openly produce hybrid plants. Seed savers are seekers of old varieties or agrobiodiversity not subject to genetic erosion, who let them reproduce in order to avoid the ultimate extinction of them and of the millenarian knowledge that generated them.
Indian activist Vandana Shiva, one of the leaders of the International Forum of Globalization, asserts that GMO used during Indian Green Revolution, supplied by the United States, were mainly an instrument for moving India away from any potential Soviet influence. However, high-production monocultures turned out to be non-sustainable, a little like nuclear energy.
Vandana Shiva in her book Monoculture of the Mind tells that we should defend ourselves from global monocultures because biodiversity is the shell of culture.
Could there not be cultural diversity without biological diversity? Is diversity first of all a system of thought?

SS: I heard that they are inserting fish chromosomes into vegetables to make them more resistant. That could be exciting if done by a good chef (even though I’m not a big fan of fish-sauce). I’m skeptical of the culinary expertise of the big companies though. Their strategy seems to simply add sugar into everything. But people can be convinced, with a little effort, to eat all sorts of substances. Again it is a question of presentation. And these companies have a lot of magic wands! Humanity is slowly being trained to desire and enjoy eating the strangest of things. I guess whatever there is an industrial excess of. Probably in the future we will have created a new breed of humans that breath carbon monoxide and feast on radioactive waste. They will need to wear protective suits when visiting the remaining forests not to get overexposed to oxygen which by that time will be highly toxic for humans. What we now call middle class will then have vanished and society will be composed of a myriad clans ruled by gangsters and cult leaders in the universal shanty-town. We just need to visit places like Lagos in Nigeria and the favelas of Brazil to have a glimpse of our joyful future. Europe and a bunch of other countries have so far been able to export the violence they breed overseas with the fault-line being placed at the Mediterranean. Brazil (and Nigeria), for example, have not been so lucky. Here the fault-lines zig-zag through the territory creating the conditions for a perpetual undeclared civil war. I read that in the last 6 years more people have been murdered in Brazil (280.000) than in the war in Syria (260.000). So I guess we are heading towards what Empedocles called “the rule of Strife,” or what Jobs would call “the rule of the hungry and foolish.” But we must be optimists! If we fast-forward a dozen thousand more years mankind will live in ways similar to the ones isolated tribes in the Amazon now live. Forests will have regrown over the entire globe covering the ruins of ancient civilizations. Humans will be smarter and more advanced. More subtle. They will have no cars, nor factories, nor work and will be able to once again look up at the stars and wonder. They will then be able to say, with Hui Shi: “let love embrace the ten thousand things; Heaven and earth are one”.

ps: Ecofeminism claims that the anthropocentric and androgenic culture has a dichotomic interpretation of reality, defining concepts solely by opposition or denial which produces exploitation, desolation and frantic race for profit.
Some ecofeminist women look for a common ground between environmentalism, animal rights and feminism. Patriarchal power-over-power model recalls sexism, dominion over nature, racism and the speciesism. Could inequality be born from the axiom defining x as x not in respect of but only as the opposition or denial of y?

SS: I think the problem is not so much with dichotomies but with a certain fixation within a set of images or figures of thought. We tend to get trapped into mental and bodily habits which we assimilate far too easily due to lack of strength and discernment. Our environment, both physical and psychological, constantly modulates who we are. Like gravity, wind and light modulate the shape of a tree, we are shaped by our cities, schedules, languages and equipment.
For millennia we have raised forms of thought and physical gestures structured around a clear division between man and woman and other Manichaean divisions (adult / child, native / alien, aristocratic / plebeian, human / animal, alive / inert, etc., etc.)
However, such dichotomies are nothing but ruins, dysfunctional traces of ancient lives, skeletons and ghosts cluttered around and inside us. How can we escape the ruins? How can we reach the seeds or the germinative elements that can redeem the past from itself, which free the possible from its rubble? The key here is, I think, to be able to accept but not to succumb to those ruins. It is a fine line and in the end it is a question of equilibrium. If we are lucky and inventive enough we can impart on the world a little spin, a sort of Clinamen, that will make the entire difference. Going back to Huan Duan, we can say: “Horses lay their eggs”.

ps: The father of Green Revolution Norman Borlaug, Nobel prize in 1970, asserted: “If in 1999 we had had the yields of cereals of 1961 (1531 kg for hectare) we would have had needed nearly 850 million hectares extra.” It is obvious that so much land was not available and for sure it wasn’t in the densely populated Asia. Furthermore, even if that was available, think at the ground erosion and the loss of forests, prairie and wild fauna that we would have caused, if we had tried to produce those amounts of cereals with the old low-production technology.
The Green Revolution achieved a temporary success within the human war against famine and deprivation: it gave men a little break. If totally implemented, the revolution can supply enough food to sustain us for the next thirty years. However the terrifying power of human reproduction must be conquered, otherwise, the successes of green revolution will be ephemeral”. Homeopathy is risky in case of an acute problem, against bronchopneumonia an antibiotic should be prescribed instead of Centella Asiatica grains. The Green Revolution with the high-production monoculture was an antibiotic, that did not eliminate the disease, it made a quick fix, by causing at the same time an immunological imbrittlement. Nonetheless, that was a solution to famine. Why in the Western world governments are afraid of population decline? Any time, at any geographic latitude, women schooling has the effect of an immediate reduction of birth rate. Wouldn’t that solve a good part of world environmental problems?

SS: Schooling is good I guess, if it is good schooling. Again we return to the problem of ruins, this time the ruins of an educational system that for millennia had the mission of informing “inert matter” (children, “savages”, but also teachers and caretakers themselves) into fully functioning components of the social organism. What seeds could we rescue from these ruins? I guess the idea of school as a place of exchange, transformation, experimentation and creativity is one such seed. For a while it seemed as if this latter type of schools were not only sprouting but also becoming more widespread. Now it seems the opposite is happening. Funds are being slashed and we seem to be sliding into an era in which schools (and universities) are seen merely as tools for producing humanoids as technical components to be inserted into the ever-growing industrial cycles. It seems that until we radically alter our intellectual environment we will have no chance of understanding, much less of nurturing, our physical and demographic environment.

ps: You suggested us the book by Emanuele Coccia La vie des plantes: Une métaphysique du mélange (The Life of Plants. A Metaphysics of Mixture). We have not got it yet, but when we ordered it on Amazon we read: ”We hardly talk about it and their name escapes us. Philosophy has always neglected them; even biology considers them a mere decoration of the tree of life. And yet, plants give life to the Earth: they create the atmosphere that surrounds us, they are at the origin of the breath that animates us. Plants embody the closest and most basic connection that life can establish with the world. Under the sun and the clouds, mingling with water and wind, their existence is an endless cosmic contemplation. This book starts from their point of view – that of leaves, roots and flowers – to understand the world no longer as a simple collection of objects, or a universal space containing everything, but as the general atmosphere, the climate, a place of true metaphysical mixing”
What will you present at pinksummer?
SS: I brought with me a series of beings or fragments of beings. Ruins, seeds and their shadows. Somewhere between 10 and 10.000 of them. These ingredients will be used as actors in a sort of culinary opera. They will be thrown into a vortex where they’ll combine in aleatory collisions in the making of an audio-visual soup. This soup will be served on a screen or membrane that will function as sort of pre-digestive gland. Bon appétit!

Luca Vitone – Wunderkammer


Pinksummer: The exhibition title, “Wunderkammer”, carries a tradition of accumulation and an idea of wonder connected to anything that is unusual, astounding, exorbitant. The dust of your “room of wonders”, collected at Palazzo Ducale, here in Genoa, where we are, and plastered on pinksummer’s walls and vaulted ceiling, replaces the collection of decontextualized objects with the selection of a single, subtle recontextualizing object, directly connected to the history and the identity of the place. Does the choice of reinventing the idea of wonder as something no longer resulting from the sum of elements but from their subtraction instead, end up turning the Wunderkammer’s horror vaqui into whatever could be felt by whom enters such an almost empty room? Or, on the contrary, is it about hoping that who enters is amazed by perceiving plenty of memory through that absence of matter?

Luca Vitone: The title of the exhibition is a trick to tell about an apparent vacuum that fills up the gallery. A Wunderkammer is a room packed with objects and the gallery’s walls will be completely covered by the dust of Palazzo Ducale, central, thousand-year old place, that belches history and memory of the city of Genoa, the place where, perhaps not by change, the gallery is located.
Wunderkammer is a room that expresses the obsessive will of the collector, who fills it with objects gathered in order to tell a story and his own existence, historically the one of a wealthy member of aristocracy. In this case the social position of the subject is inverted and the Wunderkammer could be the astonishing result of an enlightened cleaner.
Who enters the gallery is surrounded by a layer of dust that observes him or her. What is made evident is what is usually invisible. The pigment covers all the surfaces like it does in a room frescoed by Giulio Romano.

PS: In this particular case, the dust is recalling an infinitesimal dimension of the matter, being considered the threshold of visibility until the invention of the microscope. Apart from the suggestions coming from art history and your history within art, did working with dust imply any reflection on invisibility or rather on visibility and its conditions? In other words, does the dust have something to do with the definition of “nothing” or rather with the liminal one of “little”?

LV: A room that seems to be empty at first, but where, same as in the darkness of a planetarium when slowly our iris opens and, by raising our gaze, we recognize the celestial vault, here little by little we realize to be surrounded by a real element that accompanies our life. Such a fact fills up the room and transforms its apparent emptiness.

PS: Henri Lefebvre tells about lived spaces as spaces of the representation in contrast with the representation of space. Any lived space implies necessarily the dimension of time. You asserted that time is an instrument, the means through which things take place and become place. In the beginning, your work aimed to turn qualities into quantities, cognitive issues into ontological ones, as if you felt the need to apply to memory a bizarre kind of Euclidean topophilia. Is it possible that lately you are getting less ontological in respect of what you previously defined a realist, Courbetian and socialist stance, and let yourself go to a more inductive, universalistic and somehow counterintuitive attitude? We are thinking at your series called “Polveri” and “Agenti Atmosferici” series, but most of all at the invention of the large olfactive sculptures presented in Venice and Berlin.

L.V: Here the real gets staged, what there is and what it is.
Dust is a persistent element that occupies the space. Every time we try to eliminate it, a little later, it deposits in the same places from where it has been removed and it accumulates slowly. This way, dust becomes a metaphor of time and existence, its consistency testifies the essence of a place and of who inhabits it. It’s a portrait, a realistic portrait with no mediation. The shift from dust to pigment implies no alteration and the resulting image represents therefore a real moment from a time lapse, that tells about a place and who acts in it.

PS: Acting by subsequent layering like a palimpsest, dust amounts to a union of past and present open to become the receptacle of future. Therefore, to us, dust seems to suggest a lasting and nearly holographic idea of time, instead of a punctual one, an idea that necessary demands someone crossing that time and perceiving through it. If we think that Husserl asserted that perception is the action that sets under our observation something in itself, we can say that your work is partially moving away from a realistic reading of the world, towards a more phenomenological methodology. The “Polveri”, as the “Agenti Atmosferici” tend to stop the erosion of time, by recognizing it and by sussuming it. Does a portrait deeply concerned with the idea of time recall the still life composition, the Vanitas?
Jim Morrison asserted that there is the real and there is the unknown and a door dividing them in the middle and he wanted to be that door. We have thought that you too wished to be a door, without telling it. We have asked ourselves whether that door, insofar open for you on the perceived reality, is now allowing some opening on the unknown. Moreover, you called your dust paintings windows and not doors, doors are made for passing through, windows for looking…

LV: Right, I would rather think myself as a window than as a door, a window that observes the landscape, the world surrounding us, and that, if opened, lets there be a draft.

PS: Speaking about thresholds, you have always juxtaposed inside and outside, home environment and landscape. Since “Identificazione del luogo” you built up some couples of opposite and complementary concepts such as the “Agenti atmosferici” and “Polveri” series. Back to the inside/outside category what could be complementary and opposite to the Chambres?

LV: I do not know if there will be something complementary/opposite to the Chambres. In the case of monochrome paintings I was interested in telling about both private and public world through that anti-pigment which is the dust. I decided to use paper for the interior because the dust I collected and used as a pigment was washed like watercolour and paper is the preferred support for that medium. Also, paper is more fragile than canvas which helps me in portraying a private situation, no matter if that is the portrait of a place or a person. I use canvas for the outside environments instead and I leave it outdoors waiting for time and weather to imprint the mark of their passage (and presence ) on it: while perceiving itself, landscape paints its self-portrait. For that practice, canvas is more resistant and I assimilate weathering, fatter than dust as an anti-pigment, to oil painting, a perfect medium to portray a public context.

Don’t look like a line

“Ok, in a while I’ll let you step inside, but please do not look like a line!” ordered us the girl guarding the temporary closed access to the installation. We had succeeded persuading her to let us in, but she did not want other people to join. Immediately we all scattered around, a Japanese lady took some food out of her canvas bag, we sat down on the roadside-like grass in that landscape of industrial premises and Burger Kings. We turned into an unlikely “déjeuner sur l’herbe”, without nudes, but all possessed by high expectations. We just loved that “Do not look like a line!”

pinksummer

Stefania Galegati – I modi di dire e della buca con opere di Mirella Bentivoglio, Tomaso Binga (eteronomo di Bianca Menna), Betty Danon, Agnes Denes, Amelia Etlinger, Maria Lai, Margaret Morton, Giustina Prestento, Greta Schodl, Salette Tavares dalla collezione di Gianni Garrera

Pinksummer: Let’s start from the title of the environmental installation you mean to set up for the finissage of your exhibition, perhaps inside Galeazzo Alessi’s “fake” lake at Villa Doria, the 16th century work of hydraulic engineering that will frame your “Hole in the Water”.
“To put a hole in the water” is an Italian saying that indicates a vain attempt, a flop, a failure. There is a story by Luigi Capuana titled “Un Buco nell’Acqua” (A Hole in the Water) whose moral teaches us how often we erroneously consider impossible something that looks as such, but in fact it is not.
Speaking of failure, we think that it is necessary to set a distinction between repeating the same mistake and proceeding in life by taking the risk of brand new mistakes. We think that when Beckett declared that it is necessary to try again, fail again, fail better, he meant that one should try making new mistakes and not those he or she have already made.
Again on failing, Cioran speaks about the allusion to the unutterable place where the secret of our own soul with its unique being-in-the-world is kept and he adds that those who are keen on falls and peripheries are everywhere. Also, he asserts that the defeat takes to the transfiguration and it is related to the poetic inspiration, meaning that if the loser can be on top of his or her failure by taking advantage of its metaphysical potential, he or she will be enlightened, as what matters is not to produce something, but to understand. Bas Jan Ader seems to have understood, by dealing skillfully with that ideology of failure, by turning himself into an “invincible victim”.
In terms of metaphysical potentialities, “The Hole in the Water” has got many of them and in that sense it fits perfectly in your aesthetic investigation that sometimes aims to emphasize, beside to imagine, a reality that is always about to trespass a border taking back to the ontological nakedness of the real. Are you against the mystifying ethics of victory, who is the raté, the loser?
Stefania Galegati: I would say yes, I am against the ethics of victory because I am against nations, borders, punishments, things administrated by delegation and other stuff.
In table football instead, I stand for victory because that is a temporary condition of enjoyment which leads to a re-match.
Who is the loser?!
I cannot find a definition for loser, as losers exist whenever someone considers somebody as such. If somebody has a company that does not work, or quits his or her bourgeois life to go living on streets or everything goes wrong, then we say: that is a loser… but you cannot take that for granted and, most of all, that is not relevant.
Failure, which has an unavoidable value, is the mental habit of being aware of human condition. The ability to bear it in mind.
Remembering to fall down now and then, like Bas Jan Ader or even Buster Keaton used to do, means to keep yourself updated on your own precarious condition.
The drama is watched and made positive.
Such type of failure is often tied to irony, to the aware acceptance of our precarious condition. The idea of a hole in water (to tell the truth I had it about fifteen years ago) is therefore a mental exercise. It makes us laugh, it seems an idiomatic expression, but then it has its own physical presence. A presence that is immediately denied because it is a hole, an impossible hole, two times a hole.
PS: Tell us about the exhibition title, whence “I modi di dire e della buca” (The Ways of Saying and The Hole)?
SG: The reference to the way of saying is clear and it suddenly clicks.
The hole refers to the exhibition inside the gallery and to the feminine hole symbology.
“Il sociale e della cacciagione” (The Social and the Game One) was a Romagnol restaurant. I have always liked such forms of language, meaning something and then shifting toward something different.
PS: As a matter of fact, holes are irreducible and all-encompassing and in some way they could be understood as representation flaws. The hole is nothing to see, like female genitals, already excluded in Ancient Greek sculpture, rejected out of the representation scene. The hole is actually absence. About sex and language, female sexuality has always been thought according to male parameters. Woman’s desire does not speak the same language of man’s one, escapes the male logic of looking and the discrimination of form. Women like better touching than watching.
Even though holes have spatial properties, do they exist? What are they made from? Which relationship do they have, for instance, with gruyere or visual poetry and with the “Materialization of Language”, to quote the title of the exhibition curated by Mirella Bentivoglio at the 1978 Venice Biennale in order to introduce your awkward solo show that will include works by Mirella Bentivoglio, Tomaso Binga (Bianca Menna’s heteronym), Betty Danon, Agnes Denes, Amelia Etlinger, Maria Lai, Margaret Morton, Giustina Prestento, Greta Schodl, Salette Tavares?
S.G: Holes exist and are made from air, usually, that is invisible. (with the exception of black holes, that are extremely heavy).
And they are defined by the matter surrounding them.
Some months ago you proposed me to curate or to set up an exhibition of some female artists active in the 60s-70s-80s taken from the collection of Gianni Garrera. That proposal was a very beautiful gift that made me think at my education and at the context I am in. I knew the work of Maria Lai and I had heard the name of some of the other artists. I did not know anything about the exhibition curated by Bentivoglio though. How come that is possible? A purposeful effort of cancellation and exclusion has happened. For the whole last summer, every two or three days, Gianni has been sending me a work.
In the meantime, under the beach umbrella, I was reading “Vai pure” (You Can Go), the dialogue between Carla Lonzi and Pietro Consagra, that helped me to give a context to the hole in which all these artists had been acting. The artist was supposed to be male, he was selfish, almost a priest and language was the one of the penis.
Women artists of those years worked in some sort of parallel world, they were allowed to work, as if that was just a sop.
I suddenly realized what deficiencies in terms of language I had experienced both at a pedagogical and at an artistic level. Unpackaging that collection has been like discovering a familiar language and the practices, the practice that I was missing.
Gianni, what a genius was to acquire those works! What was your approach as a collector?
Gianni Garrera: Starting to collect was initially to look for something different. Against the mood of my study days, by doing so I was finding some moments of absolute distraction. I was working at some translations from Kierkegaard and every time I had a break from that work I went to visit Mirella Bentivoglio. On weekdays I worked with philosophy and on holidays I went to her place, to see her works, to listen to her stories, to get her vision of things, to know her friends and recognize her fellow adventurers. I came back from every visit with a piece, by Mirella or by one her friends, every Sunday one artwork, in order to carry something with me, to have a fetish or a little idol. Usually they were visual poetry works or object books, therefore it was like if I simply adorned the lack of feeling of my room with products of feminine manufacture. I got to know Mirella because she needed a consultation concerning Simone Weil, outstanding philosopher and mystic, and she asked me for some “tutoring”. We met every Sunday, for a year, and after I taught her about Simone Weil, in the second part of our meetings, Mirella returned the “lesson”, explaining her works, her life, her idea of art. With me telling her about Simone Weil and she telling me about herself, basically I was devoting all my Sundays to the feminine. Mirella used to tell me that for us Sunday was no longer the day of the Lord, but the one of the Lady (so she nicknamed Weil). Therefore she has had a fundamental role in my education as a collector, having guided many of my choices.
S.G. Were you already friends when she had that exhibition in ‘78? Because the nasty taste in my mouth is still connected to the blocking out of those years. Linguistically speaking, the women who were supported by the system behaved as they were men. Me too, when I “came out” without understanding myself, I have played the man for many years.
What is the in your opinion the specificity of female art? Materials like spins, embroideries, weaving, ceramics, writing, some ephemeral way of using video… are often recurring, but to me such a theory seems to relegate women back to craftsmanship, while I feel deep affinities of thought too…
GG: Yes, we often identify female art practice with those materials, as if feminine artistic activity were a domestic appendix, a deviant variation of domestic activities such as sewing or making a shopping list. I do not dislike the principle, because actually it does not relegate women in their environment, but it identify a twist of the tradition, an aesthetic heresy, for which the innocuous equipment of female domestic life is used inappropriately, in a nonorthodox way (sewing books, embroidering conceptual pages). Also, if I think back to the conversations or the works by Mirella Bentivoglio or Maria Lai, those techniques allow the artist to undertake an indeed exceptional speculation, meaning that some works of visual theology by Mirella Bentivoglio (see “The Absent”) take an obvious anti-dogmatic turn in respect of the constituted theology. As it happened with Weil and her bewildering recovery of marcionism or of cathar heresy, even the most unarmed work by Mirella Bentivoglio help the revisioning of some dogmas, therefore it is not even an action of Marian submission. According to her intentions, her work “L’Assente” (“The Absent”) should had replaced the icon of the crucifix, therefore it was functional to a replacement of symbols. Women’s use of words and their actions on words are always very powerful, because they reformulate the concepts, the handed on maxims, through inadequate, antirhetorical means, as it happens in the sewn poetries or landscapes by Elisabetta Gut: radical censorship and annihilating interventions that can be painful too. By sewing words or images, feminine erasure defines itself as the opposite of male erasure, because it plays on the misunderstanding of the darn and the “sewn mouth” and operates using the thread and the needle instead of barred text and strikethrough graphics.
PS: In an interview, Mirella Bentivoglio said that language is the instrument of power, of History, of Law that relegated women to public silence. Women experience language as a communication tool beyond any alienating mechanism though.
Heraclitus of Ephesus’s pupil Cratylus, who made his master’s “panta rei” radical, claimed that it is impossible to name things and he simply pointed at them with his finger.
Is verbal language an architecture that crystallize reality?
Is word a men tool?
GG: It is not the word that is male, but the grammar, actually, Nietzsche thought that death of God will not really happen if we keep on believing in grammar. For example, the meaning of Mirella Bentivoglio’s works such as SCUOLA (SCHOOL), a smashed plate, is an allegory of the broken alliance with grammar, which means with the law of the language, like the breach of first Mosaic tables of law. That determines the abolition of the word as an institution. To transgress an orthographic commandment means to smash the entire law of the word. In female visual poetry specifically, the breach of linear syllabic writing is executed, the new charisma of language proceed from the dissolution of syntax and the orthography. To undermine orthography means to undermine words and the laws that regulate the speech. The most radical form of poetic fight is the fight with grammar. When Maria Lai starts sewing a book, she transforms completely the writing means and the parameters which regulate writing, by adopting an extreme italic that generates a totally indecipherable dictation. Words are made illegible in order to disprove the system of the meaning and to set up an integrally asemantic handwriting. So these women withdraw from the alphabetical competences of the world.
SG: The word is a thing by itself, transgender. We cannot decide to change the language, we can only use it and it complies with the world and the world complies with it. Then it is obvious that the power of men on women transpires also in the language. I always do an exercise to see whether something change a bit: in case of the generalization of a group of people, for example, I try turning it into feminine even if there is only one woman present. It sounds weird even to me myself, although I decided to adopt the exercise.
PS: Stefania, according to what criterion did you choose the works from Gianni’s collection?
SG: It’s all in the gut. And by affinity. The plate of SCUOLA by Bentivoglio, for example, is pretty close to what is left of “Il Monumento a Cadere” (The Monument to Falling).
PS: Tell us about your “Il Monumento al Cadere”.
SG: “Il Monumento al Cadere”, still visible on Google Maps, was inaugurated in March 2017 in Palermo. The project involves a root and a piece of the trunk of a great pine tree, fallen after a violent thunderstorm. The two meters circumference of the unearthed roots has moved me.
I called up a team of friends to reflect on what to do with that and we decided to take care of it. We cleaned it up, we treated it and we attached importance to it. We added a marble plaque and we inaugurated it with a ribbon-cutting ceremony in presence of Assessore alla Cultura, Andrea Cusumano. Some months later, the Municipal gardeners removed it. I recovered the totally broken plaque that reminds us of the attitude of falling.

Mariana Castillo Deball – The Tortoise and other footraces between unequal contestants

Mariana Castillo Deball wrote us: “One of the starting points for this project is a fossil from a turtle that I found at the natural history museum in Berlin. Last year in Brazil, for a piece at the Sao Paulo biennale I worked a lot with fossils; since then, continuing with this research I am now visiting often the natural history museum in Berlin looking for fossils.
The second reference point is a book on Amazonian Turtle myths, in which they analyze the different folk tales in which a turtle is in a competition with another animal, which is usually faster. So the other animal always thinks that it’s going to win and gives advantage to the turtle, but the turtle finds a way to defeat. Slow moving, at least on land, but well armoured and long lived, turtles appear in a variety of storytelling situations.
In the Aesop fable “The hare and the Turtle”, the hare challenges the turtle to a footrace.
Finding itself with a comfortable lead, the hare pauses midway to take a nap. The turtle continues, overtakes the sleeping hare, and wins the race.
In these tales between unequal contestants, the slow animal may be a turtle or a snail, a crab, a mole, an ant or a hedgehog. The turtle is also sharing a story with Achiles, in one of the Zeno’s paradoxes.
Achilles, is engaged in a race with a lowly tortoise, Achilles is confident and gives advantage to the tortoise, but then he has a problem. Before he can overtake the tortoise, he must first catch up with it. While Achilles is covering the gap between himself and the tortoise that existed at the start of the race, however, the tortoise creates a new gap.
The new gap is smaller than the first, but it is still a finite distance that Achilles must cover to catch up with the animal. Achilles then races across the new gap. To Achilles’ frustration, while he was reaching the second gap, the tortoise was establishing a third, and so on. No matter how quickly Achilles closes each gap, the slow-but-steady tortoise will always open new, smaller ones and remain ahead in this race, the quickest runner can never overtake the slowest, since the pursuer must first reach the point whence the pursued started, so that the slower must always hold a lead.”
Mariana Castillo Deball’s exhibition at pinksummer goes to Rome, titled “The Tortoise and other Footraces between unequal Contestants” let us think at slowness as an opposition practice and, in so far, the praise of slowness, symbolically embodied by the tortoise, appears conceptually analogous to the invitation to “Obfuscation”, addressed by Tobias Putrih to the public of his recent solo show at pinksummer in Genoa last October, which, through small actions, accomplished by many people on a daily basis, can become a revolutionary practice against an unequal adversary, such as the “data empires”.
On the other hand, according to quantum physics and therefore to subatomic particles, in respect of the indetermination principle, it is not important to think that motion exists; what matters is the possibility of measuring and predicting the result. Therefore Zeno of Elea, considered by Aristoteles the founder of dialectics, could have easily reduced to absurdity the contradictory thesis in order to defend Parmenide, his master, and deny motion, by asserting that, as every lenght admits infinite divisions, it is impossible to cover any distance in a finite time, being every length composed by infinite segments.
The moral of Aesop’s fable “The Hare and the Tortoise” seems instead to teach that we should never underestimate our opponents, and that it is useless to run, as it is much better to divide time. Suggestions as such are always valuable, but maybe more than ever in our historical moment.
Tortoises are mythical creatures that have a symbolic role in all cultures, they exist on Earth since 225 million years ago, they are living fossils, sturdy and self-sufficient, they survived any major change on Earth. Tortoises can survive over a long time under the ice sheets, as well as under the sand, in the desert. During dark times, they represent the possibility of hope, growth and creativity by collecting and concentrating the forces in themselves against dispersion. The tortoise is symbol of patience, responsibility, creativity and long life. Somehow, tortoise represents the cultivation of rational thinking.
In his book “In Praise of Slowness” neuroscientist Lamberto Maffei asserts that the brain loves tortoise, because the brain is a slow machine unlike the machines invented by itself. The short 20th century that has fed the utopian and falsely empowering dream of speed since the time of Futurists, produced wars and exterminations. According to Maffei, the machine that better represents contemporary time is the tapis roulant. We run, we work hard, we sweat, but we end up standing always on the same spot.
The central thesis of “Thinking Faster and Slow”, written by Daniel Kahneman, who won the Nobel prize for economy in spite of being a psychologist, in collaboration with Amos Tversky, is the dichotomy between thinking models according to heurisic theory, of which the first, “System 1”, is fast, instinctive, emotional, while “System 2” is deliberative and logical and arrives to the conclusion that “the truth is we were never supposed to believe everything we think! One of fundamental skills for consciousness living and personal development is choosing to believe and what not to”. Slow thinking is therefore a way to open unexpected paths.
It seems that the most effective ads today do not contain logical messages any more, but are based on their pure emotional appeal. Logical explanations telling why a product is better than a competitor’s one are no longer relevant. Any rational message is banned as what does make a commercial successful is its emotional component. If the consumer of products or news can develop antibodies under rational guidance, he will never be immune to his feelings.
According to the theory of psychologist Paul Ekman, universal human emotions are seven. Among them, only happiness has a positive connotation, surprise can have a positive or negative one, while anger, fear, disgust, sadness and depreciation have all a negative connotation. An eighth one is added, neutrality, the most dangerous one from the point of view of marketing, while other emotions have all a commercial value.
Internet did not change consumers, it only amplified what we are, acting a little like capitalism implanted in China.
Bourgeois civilization has cultivated public virtue and private vice, i.e. the dissociation between what the individual experiments inside himself and what he let appear outside. In so far the falsification or unconscious dissociation between visceral emotionality and cognitive representation of emotions is a bad attitude diffused in our society and leads to mystification and manipulation, and it is the more alarming the less we are aware of it.
Mariana Castillo Deball’s tortoise is composed by seven parts, like the scale of universal human emotions of advertising that let the ROI increase, like the strings of the first lyra made by the God Hermes, donated to Apollo and given by him to his son Orpheus. They say Hermes used a tortoise carapace and stretched inside it seven strings made from sheep guts in order to make up a musical instrument and make the heart happy. Lyra is associated to Apollonian virtues of moderation and balance in contrast to flute, related to Dionysus who represents ecstasy and celebration. Mariana Castillo Deball’s tortoise seems to share with the Lyra donated by Hermes to Apollon a hidden force: the ability to find shelter in itself in order to resist and to find sooner or later a unexpected way out.
The title of an Amazonian tale featuring the tortoise is “How a Tortoise Killed a Jaguar and made a Whistle of one of his bones”.

Peter Fend – Forse

Press release as an interview

Pinksummer: We found an odd article on “The Observer” newspaper (May 2013) titled “Brother, Can you Spare $ 2 Billion? : Is Artist Peter Fend an Autodidactic Genius or a Globetrotting Gadfly?”. It starts like this: “Who is Peter Fend? ‘The Buckminster Fuller of The New Wave’, art critic Alan Jones suggested in an article 20 years ago.
‘The Lawrence of Arabia of the art world’, Mr. Fend’s old collaborator, the artist Richard Prince, opined in the same article.
‘He’s really Tristram Shandy’, Maxwell Graham, his art dealer, told The Observer.”
We like the idea of comparing you with Tristram Shandy for multiple reasons, first of all for what concerns digression and metanarrative. Across our year long epistolary exchange (via e-mail) with you, we saw often art turning from a primary topic into a secondary one. You made us a bit confused, if not utterly shaken up, by taking us for a walk between reality and dreams , dealing with politics, environment, History and stories… Sometimes the Here and Now seems to get out of hand, but you are not a dreamer.
Also Laurence Sterne’s novel is the anxious product of the Britain that was storing in the attic all values of rural life in order to enter, before anyone else, the age of urban sprawl and human alienation of industrial revolution. In terms of foreign policy, it was creating its enormous colonial empire, based on the exploitation of people and environmental resources.
We fear that Britain, that is now negotiating with complacency its exit from the dream of Europe, which it never really shared, can anticipate all the others again, with its enclosure in its own national borders, in spite of any idea of integration and free movement.
We would like to ask you only one question about the Esso-style signs “advertising” their products of “Global Warming” and “Global Terror” on the principles of efficient Cause, both formal and final. Take this long citation from an American novel, “Freedom” by Jonathan Frazen:
“… Walter was shuffling through some laminated charts. “I started walking it back,” he said, “because I still wasn’t sleeping. You remember Aristotle and the different kinds of causes? Efficient and formal and final? Well, nest-predation by crows and feral cats is an efficient cause of the warbler’s decline. And fragmentation of the habitat is a formal cause of that. But
what’s the final cause? The final cause is the root of pretty much every problem we have. The final cause is too many damn people on the planet . (…)
… In America alone,” he said, “the population’s going to rise by fifty percent in the next four decades. Think about how crowded the exurbs are already, think about the traffic and the sprawl and the environmental degradation and the dependence on foreign oil. And then add fifty percent. And that’s just America, which can theoretically sustain a larger population. And then think about global carbon emissions, and genocide and famine in Africa, and the radicalized dead-end underclass in the Arab world, and overfishing of the oceans, illegal Israeli settlements, the I Ian Chinese overrunning Tibet, a hundred million poor people in nuclear Pakistan: there’s hardly a problem in the world that wouldn’t be solved or at least tremendously alleviated by having fewer people. And yet”—he gave Katz another chart—“we’re going to add another three billion by 2050. In other words, we’re going to add the equivalent of the world’s entire population when you and I were putting our pennies in UNICEF boxes. (…)
… In my own way,” Walter said, “I guess I was part of a larger cultural shift that was happening in the eighties and nineties. Overpopulation was definitely part of the public conversation in the seventies, with Paul Ehrlich, and the Club of Rome, and ZPG. And then suddenly it was gone. Became just unmentionable. Part of it was the Green Revolution—you know, still plenty of famines, but not apocalyptic ones. And then population control got a terrible name politically. Totalitarian China with its one-child policy, Indira Gandhi doing forced sterilizations, American ZPG getting painted as nativist and racist. The liberals got all scared and silent. Even the Sierra Club got scared. And the conservatives, of course, never gave a shit in the first place, because their entire ideology is selfish short-term interest and God’s plan and so forth. And so the problem became this cancer that you know is growing inside you but you decide you’re just not going to think about.”
Peter, did you ever think that all your projects “Unbuilt Roads” and “TO BE BUILT” would eventually be crushed by the size and sterngt of the opposition and therefore be useless?

Peter Fend: I have a two-sentence answer. We should restore pre-Neolithic numbers of wild animals. In most cases, this requires on-site work.

Ps: Neolithic has been revolutionary regarding environment. Do you think the process could be reversible?

Pf: It’s reversible because we have enough scientific knowledge now, plus paradigms from Earth Art, pioneers like Beuys and Duchamp, and urgent political-demographic pressures, to compel the return to pre-domestication land use. Good places to start are the US Great Plains, Central Asia, Mato Grosso in South America and Africa.
Do you have my Ocean Earth book? I’ll bring the 1976 text, “AgricultureEnds, Art Takes Over.”

Ps: We quote you “1976 ‘Agriculture Ends, Art Takes Over’. This, followed by “Evolution Mediation” and a letter to Dennis Oppenheim on his return to ‘the wild’, introduces me to the NY art world. Am nicknamed ‘Dr.Fang’, run with deerskin and javelin to extol hunting-fishing-gathering as against farming; get noticed by Gordon Matta-Clark, who asks me to scout out technologies, e.g., balloons and bridge engineering, for what would be an entirely-new architecture. Impassioned by lectures of Vincent Scully on “Garden & Fortress: The Shape of France,” I draw out a sequence of earthworks by DeMaria, Nauman, Oppenheim, Smithson, Heizer, within paradigms of Schneemann, Edelson and Horn, led by the ‘Chief of the Hunters’ Joseph Beuys, within rules and territorial limits defined by Duchamp, for an entirely new use of terrain. The drawings, ‘Earth Net: An Economic System’, appear at Caltech’s Baxter Art Museum. Similar views now in books like “Water: A Natural History,” saying that North America needs 80 million buffalo, 250 million beaver, billions of prairie dogs, and 25 million alligators. A University of Minnesota study concluded that 400 million humans here could live well on a native-American economy, with mostly hunting-fishing-gathering and only small-plot (or urban) farming. These are my central aims”.
Technology and Science have been developed thanks to Neolithic demographic transition.

Pf: Restoring the Sahara, and the wastelands of Central Asia, and the dried lands of Bolivia and Paraguay, is less a fight than a creation of jobs. As the UN ILO reports, a billion
new jobs must be created. Yes, to restore what we did for most of human existence: hunting, fishing, trapping, gathering.
Robots can work in the factories and offices.
I don’t deny population reduction (having done my part, with only one child, at 52, and the only child of four grandparentsv, and you promoted this too.

We can do a dialectic. This is the reason I’ve risked to make many examples of “Cielo”, or Television Government. There, the pressure is very strong to reduce land imprint, hence number of humans.

Ps: what will you present at pinksummer?

Pf:

FORSE
WEALTH
IN THE
OCEANS

Italy has teamed up with Monaco and Palau to re-direct the United Nations towards management, and gainful use, of the No. 1 necessity of the Planet: its Oceans.
Making this move, Italy—along with Monaco and Palau—challenge the land-based strategies of several UN Security Council member-states, especially China.
China works hard to surpass the West in its five centuries, since Christopher Columbus discovered America, of colonial empire.
So, China builds dams, exports nuclear reactors, extracts minerals and crops, builds fast trains and aircraft, and seeks control of global logistics, all in a nationalist zeal to out-West the West.
Destruction of the planet accelerates.
Italy can break this fast & furious chase, launching an even faster and furiouser campaign, launched in where global empires of today started: Genova.
The continent in question is not Europe alone, but Europe together with a vast terrain of which it is ecologically a part: Africa. Eurafrica is what I am talking about.
China has its own plans for Africa, based on the colonial borders, the colonial practices of divide & conquer.
Italy can have entirely new plans for Africa, based on its slopes to salt seas, based on a sine qua non for life: water.
What Genova can do in its own Gulf, what it can do for Italy, and what huge changes it can effect in Europe together with Africa, extending from the Arctic to Antarctica, and back, gets displayed in a 10 m x 8 m space, and gets explained, in terms of methods of government, in an office of 6 m x 3.3 m.
We don’t know what will happen in the next 20-30 years, but with this show, we offer to the people of Genova, of Liguria, of Italy, of Europe, and of the mass-media, as well as the art world, another scenario. The centerpiece is Africa. The means of change come from Earth Art and its contemporaries, such as Joseph Beuys. We present here a STORIA DELLA FUTURA, but with the cautionary title, FORSE, or, in English, “MAYBE.”

It is an exhibition of ecological engineering, even though Fend has been described as a dreamer and utopian just because it takes a huge amount of money to make all that happen.
In my latest book, PLANET POLICY, directed at the US public, and written for the head of the head of the American Association for the Advancement of Science (publisher of “Science”), could readily be converted into a program for Italy. My favorite phrase, on which all visitors are invited to act: WHY NOT? PERCHE NON. SEMPRE PRONTO A FARE. NO SOLO PARLA. PIETRO*
* Always aiming to act. Not just talk. Peter

Ab urbe Genua duo lykanthropi Romae – Cesare Viel – Luca Vitone

Press release

Cesare Viel and Luca Vitone double solo show at pinksummer goes to Rome is about deforming and
recomposing, maybe also about messing up pages and rewriting, and moves from the artwork ineludible
principle of immanence. On this specific occasion, the transformation of form seems propelled by the desire
to explore further the diversity of the possibilities necessarily restricted by attitude and forms.
Somehow the exhibition recalls the art of recycling and the leftover cooking typical of Ligurian and Genoese
tradition. Contrary to what one might image, leftover cooking was not only common among poor social
classes, attempting to efficiently use their resources. As a matter of fact, the saying ” a good meal last three
days” ruled among aristocratic lineages too. In Genoa, like elsewhere, food was used to impress by
displaying opulence and power on the table. The more courses had the meal, the more leftover were left.
Therefore, in a land were wasting is traditionally inconceivable among any social class, cooks and
housewives found their way to get special dishes from leftover.
Cesar Viel and Luca Vitone, which paths run parallel since approximately thirties years, and by parallel we
mean, verbatim quoting Viel, ” deeply sharing same starting points that are living field of dynamics, some
sort of recognised family lexicon, like hearing sounds and existential linguistic signs inside a cave, in the
darkness and to recognize each other, through those emotional prelinguistic signs”, will present a fluid and
transforming exhibition by moving from pre-exhistent works.
For his exhibition in Rome, Cesar Viel goes back to the felts, drawn from some Matisse figures and
backgrounds, that he used as performance props for “Infinita Ricomposizione”, the most recent solo show of
the artist at pinksummer in Genoa, in which they saturated the space, the actual background of the
exhibition, through an intense dynamics almost conquered by Matisse ultra-color. However, even though the
work of Viel contains a tension towards the absolute, to the artist the absolute always assumes the features
of relativism, a relativism that before being cultural is ethical and turns itself in a distinguishing mark of all his
work, the refusal of any axiomatic and hierarchical determinism implicit in fixity, even just in the gender one.
In Rome felts assume an autonomous and independent rhythm and appear as previously ordered soft
mobiles fluctuating in the air, some “Apparati del Buon Umore” (Happiness Devices). Tactile works for a
“toucher actif” (active touching).
Luca Vitone will present two out of three “spatial page displacement”, like a sequential deployment of the
process that has determined the making of a book, that according to the original intention was meant to be
another thing but that circumstance made implode into a diary of Beckettian flavour. After all, the eventual
failure recorded in “Effemeride Prini” puiblished by Quodlibet does not appear so accidental if one considers
that the challenge of the artistist in residence at the American Academy of Rome in 2008 was “to photocopy
the voice” of Emilio Prini. A planet which position, we know, has always been remote and fleeting. However,
the way Vitone plays with the idea of failure is just what does make this book so special. Unlike Beckett’s
characters, Vitone does not spin his wheel like a hamster by conferring to the void, given that it exists, some
sort of frame, which in another time could have had the positive value of idleness that turns the chimerical
wait in a productive contemplation.
On top of every page, there is a date ripped off on a daily basis from three different newspapers, while in the
bottom, at the end of the day, there are the delicious dishes prepared by the cook of the American Academy,
accompanied by the appropriate combination with the wine served. The dialogs in the center of the page,
gradually transform Prini in the legendary creature of a creation myth.
Viel himself had already taken Henri Matisse, the other great absent in the exhibition, somewhere else, to his
personal primeval origin.
The exhibition is called “Cesar Viel and Luca Vitone. Ab Genoa city pair lykanthropi Romae”, just to recall
POP and horror subculture of those 80ies in which Cesare Viel and Luca Vitone, together, had their first
exhibition.

Slampadato – Bojan Šarčević

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A body that moves within a space is an action that turns the space into a place, a place always has a load of symbolic meaning, which implies the planning of living. In that sense, a place is a space perceived by a body through its sensory apparatus, eyes, ears, nose, epidermis… The idea of a place somehow implies the concept of “limen”, passage, threshold, orifice. Even though tactility oriented world is linked to the sight oriented one through the abstraction of past experience memories, tactility world seems indeed more comfortable than the sight one, because it keeps the body in closer contact the place it inhabits, the place where it acts. the no matter if that is a room with ceiling or an atmospheric space topped by the sky. In his “The Hidden Dimension” Edward Hall quotes the anthropologist Benjamin Lee Whorf who, in “Language, Thoughts and Reality”, asserts that in hopi language, the one of native Hopi tribe living in desert plains of north Arizona, the word “time” does not exist, being time strictly connected with the idea of space, and to the Hopi space is something deeply real. Hopi people cannot imagine, nor describe in their language places such as paradise or hell. Although that people construct sturdy stone houses, their language has no word to name three dimensional spaces as they were things such as the corridor or the entrance of a house, that in their language are indicated as localizations.
Bojan Šarčević has always claimed that the magic of an artwork is on the edge with the impossibility of its description.
All his works seem to recall bodily and relational experiences, caressed by a sensual and sofisticated formal approach, centripetal and absolutely pure, captured by texture and by the visual and tactile imagery triggered by texture itself.
Sometimes his work tends to create some sort of sensory frustration, that can be provoked in non-narrative terms by the sculptural allusion to furniture pieces, or by juxtaposing some cold and uncomfortable material to some soft and sensual ones. In the setting designed for the exhibitions “In the Rear View Mirror”, “Invagination” and the current “Slampadato”, Šarčević recognizes only the kinesthetic perceptive horizon. Announced in the actual linguistic onomatopoeicism of his last two exhibitions and established in the show at pinksummer goes to Rome through the intention of suppressing any intermediation, no matter if the image on the invitation card or, even worst, the press release, he does so as if a precast verbal world could prevent a deep perception of the work and the sensual and intimate magic of its hidden dimension.
We wrote such a long preamble just to tell that our press release, for what it’s worth, exists only because pinksummer is a bit like the aboriginal Australian described by Bruce Chatwin in “The Songlines”, who imagine that things are drawn into existence by singing, while us, being unable to sing, we write.
We could also tell that Bojan Šarčević “Slampadato” refers, perhaps by coincidence, to a surrealist exhibition curated by Marcel Duchamp at Lelong gallery in Paris in 1947, in which he installed a watering system on the ceiling sprinkling water onto the wooden floor, letting the sculptures by Maria Martens, who was Duchamp’s lover at that time, get wet.
Finally, “Slampadato” made us think at “Le bain Turc” painted by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres when he was 83 years old, namely at what inspired the artist, the description of the Turkish bath written by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, English ambassador in 19th century Turkey: “I believe in the whole there were 200 Women (…) The first sofas were cover’d with cushions and rich carpets, on which sat the Ladys (…) all being in the state of nature, that is, in plain English, stark naked, without any Beauty or deffect conceal’d, yet there was not the least wanton smile or immodest Gesture amongst ’em (…)“

Michael Beutler – Criss Cross Garage

 

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Pinksummer: Your installations, your works (does it make sense to distinguish the part and the
whole?), are beautiful and excessive constructions. An excess, for how paradoxical saying so
might sounds, without redundancy, as if you managed to activate only some possibilities among
the many existing within the disorder. Heinz Von Foester theorized the principle of an “order from
noise”, according to which a self-organized system is able to produce order from the environmental
noise, causing the reduction of redundancy, even though just in aleatory form. Etymologically the
word chaos is tied to chance, however nothing seems accidental in your process and the flexibility
implied by your vision seems rather tied to the idea of circumstance. Disorder is not a
circumstance, it is instead consubstantial with matter, that is determinist and structured per-se.
Disorder cannot be removed, it endures beside the circular order/organization relationship and
makes every process, every project of yours, a suspended and temporary miracle, in which every
development, every information, every progress is paid in entropy. Your work has the nonperspectival
system of Flemish painting, that renders the world through the sum of its details in
which one can get lost as if he was in a forest, because the invisible, if does exist, gets lost in the
immanence of that thick forest too. Could the idea of non finito, of work in progress, which is
distinctive of Michael Beutler works, just be lying there?

Michael Beutler: The gallery, exhibition, work, installation,… the situation is probably the viewing
point into the thick forrest. Being there, is having a slight distance to the density of the forest like
being on an opening, or a „Lichtung“ in German. There is a chance within the making that some of
the sticks and branches of that forest get rearranged into another existence. A forest installation
system of its own, even though based on the very nature of common physics. No miracles just
observations of relations between action and material, social engagement, vibrating reality.
I like to point out a text that once Gerry Bibby was so kind to write:
Solution Problem or
Imperfect Invention Machine
Inside of a big reverberating nothing much, forces were coagulating, an affair blossoming.
Elements strewn around not performing or in fact something else were drawn into a solution
problem.
By soliciting this, squashing that, pushing and bending, cutting and joining, shapes were born.
Another body was perceived which could behave on the elements. It would attempt to imitate the
fledgling shapes. It was also born. It had moving parts, used wet things, heavy things, hard things.
Ripping and wrapping were fed to this body that did not grow. It spat out images of itself yet
because they resembled the problem, their reflections were never truly alike.
Alone, they could be given funny names, sit inside the bigger place and they described an impulse.
In various constellations of togetherness however– brought about for example by stacking, leaning,
weaving– these shapes became yet other forms which estimated the solution.
A door appeared, leading to a long narrow pathway where light from over there made its wall glow.
They remembered standing on that spot, where before there was no wall or door and they
remembered the sound of grunting as a large flat field was adulterated into behaving as this
runway drawn in yellow.
The solution was to do something, why not and perhaps where?
Its problem translated the how, with what and by whom.
Look. Look what happened! That blue holds up this greenish colour sliced by that pink.
The two end walls of a rectangular room were also rectangular and were begging for an equilateral
triangle with its sides equal to the base of the wall, it’s apex near piercing the ceiling. Elicit the best
way to project this triangle through the length of the room.
The problem had been given its body that did not grow after the fuel had been decided upon,
gathered, their limits tested and their possibilities investigated. It then had to be handled by a few
to many, who mimicked this other body which nearly resembled their own by doing things with it
and feeding it repeatedly.
Shift this, pull that, poke that and push. Shove this, glue that, heave and push.
Sometimes the ingenuity of the original births lost their big bang and the ‘whom’ added other
elements and methods or they exaggerated the problem’s process. At other times, the fuel failed,
slumped a little and altered the solution’s surface, illuminating a joke.
A big pile of solution stood around perhaps embellishing that detail from the wall it stood near. It
presented itself right there yet it’s problem suggested itself all over. Her decision to add this then,
his to leave that out, the weight and balance of that section and the contraption they used all
imbued the solution with an indelible mobility.

PS: Luciano Gallino, sociology teacher at the University in Turin who was concerned with
transformation of work and unemployment too, asserted that a country that does not care about
manufacturing industry meant as proper industry, cannot help becoming a colony, as
manufacturing industry beyond granting employment and income structures people’s life by
entering their houses.
Entering your great house/studio in a moment of collective industrious excitement due to an
upcoming project, we came across a self-organized system that, even though open and
permeable, does not has the intention to become a colony at all. We noticed that even the coffee
machine in your kitchen presented some minor technical/aesthetic improvements in your distinctive
fashion and, we are joking a bit now knowing that you were not the cook, as a matter of fact the
very beautiful red turnip strudel we ate, seemed to be informed by the same magic, or rather
marvelous, realism that distinguish your functional intention beside delimiting your space.
Indeed technology appears to be an unavoidable issue in respect of your production. In his book
“Der Arbeiter” Ernst Jünger wrote about the worker “In him is the drunkenness of knowledge which
origin is not only logical, and there is a pride of technical conquests, the pride towards an unlimited
dominion over space, in which one can recognize the omen of a recondite will of power, still in
germ” and then “All the technical conquests serve simply as armour for unexpected battles and
unsuspected revolts”. Against the mystical agrarianism of Blut und Boden, Jünger asserted that
wherever an agriculturist can use a machine, he cannot be called a peasant. What could we tell
about an artist who invents his machines from scratch and display them beside his works,
accomplished gesture of their function, by emphasising their sudden obsolescence? We could dare
saying that you tend to solve the myth of art in its mere productive function and, as a matter of fact,
your technology fashioned aesthetic feels like political, almost existential. Is it perhaps an invitation
to resistance, against a consumption that structure the existence of the individuals and the
collectivity, beyond any progress, aiming only to perpetrate its own by now most tangible
obsolescence?

MB: I wonder about the machines. They complete the image and are not so much machines, but
hand tools. They just help with the order aspect and take care of a probably boring part of
production. I have a problem now, since the tool invention I made, the one which is quite
substantial to the things I am going to show at pinksummer sits in my workshop and is a regular
woodwork machine, a plainer/ thicknesser or jointer… Well I added some parts to the thing to have
it only cut wood of the surface in certain areas, to be then able to weave the wood in a specific
grid. What would this plainer do in the gallery, when it is so very much attached to the workshop it
lives in? This situation seems different. The exhibition circle seems to have grown out of that forest
into my studio. I am here with my assistance, we produce stock of this material and work with it, to
source its capacities, figure out the options and find us not only using the plainer but also a regular
paintbrush. Would you say it is ok for a machine invention artist to use a paintbrush? I actually
enjoyed it a bit for a little while and a couple of edges, but was then keen to pass it on to the next
holder, giving some directions, developing a paint system. The machines dissolve into action. And
for this specific job the mere paintbrush is the better tool. No invention needed. Other actions need
more materialisation to become independent, powerful maybe. So even if sitting silently amongst
the produce these tools, machines, material objects represent action and possibility or if you like an
invitation to activity and not much of obsolescence.
The suggestion I have to Ernst Jünger is to also dissolve the idea of machine as a preparation
against something towards a machine as a preparation within something, as something that
connects. I believe that the most beautiful machine for a peasant would be one, that is so very
much part of the system of his agriculture that it totally dissolves in it. If this than can cope with
colonial demands is a different question.

PS: Maybe it was because of your air as a craftsman, but before having dinner with you we would
have bet that you were vegetarian and we would have lost that bet, since actually you have nothing
to do with the vegetarian kind.
Looking at your work it seems clear that you like playing, still you have nothing to do with the homo
ludens adult type. Your playing is not superfluous and game does not conquers you as a player.
You play as seriously as pets do, no matter if they are human, cats or bear pets. While writing, we
think at the funny video of you, serious and busy in some specific task related to some of your
monumental construction, driving a little car that really looks like a toy. The poor materials you use,
on which much has been written in respect of your work, are inexpensive and easy to find within
the idea of a workshop, even though, it is demonstrable, you are doing well also with concrete and
bricks whenever you have the right occasion to do so, in spite of the fact that in ordinary life with
such materials skyscrapers and infrastructures are seriously built. Why did you decide to act in the
temporary sphere of play with no jest called art? Is it a matter of freedom, of developing a more
selective autonomy?

MB: My dear band saw is struggling. I have these tools that belong to the ordinary life realm. They
are great, when they work. When they have a problem they might lead you to strangest places in
weirdest neighborhoods to find parts and advice. The saw problem is very big, but it is just a tiny
little scratch on the surface of that mechanical organism out there. I would probably get it solved
and I have heard of a guy Rudi, who could probably pimp the thing to whatever speeds I want my
band saw to run, but I would be totally relying on that guy and the time that is needed to do
something.
When one is playing, one might be modulating and shaping time. If I build the tools myself, I also
decide how many folds are made in how many minutes, hours or days. The outcome might be
limited to those simple materials, but it also means more freedom of play, of decisions, of
possibilities and those off track roads, that only come to the surface when one is hands on
throughout all of the process. I like those routes.

PS: Criss Cross Garage is the title you gave to your first solo show at pinksummer. What does that
title mean? What will you present at pinksummer?

MB: Garages are wonderful places, when they have been turned into workshops. I turn galleries
into workshops, hence garage exhibitions. I have a garage show at pinksummer. What is that
garage show made of? Of material in in criss cross fashion. I like weaving. I might have got it from
the work I did for my former teacher Thomas Bayrle, or from my crafty home background, or I
might simply like it because it is such a simple, way of making a surface out of lines.
I have this stock of weavable material produced here and will bring it along to Genua. I keep the
decision of what I will make of it to the day I arrive at the pink summer garage.

Murakami – Manetas

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It’is dominating the idea that Contemporary art is a sort of esoteric practice unrelated to reality; the visual art language is a composite and structured body which absorbs the environment and inscribed in its time. The Contemporary artist makes us conscious of the everyday aspects of life, which the experience is not enough to understand only though of living them. One thinks of the Pop images of Andy Warhol and Claus Oldenburg, which condensed the American style of life during the Hot chapter of consumerism and tied to the productive period of the 60es.
The exhibition Murakami – Manetas presents the works of two artists who interpret the Nintendo generation: that of the techno-maniacs raised on the manga (Japanese comics) and video games, kids that live games like a trance that renders ephemeral the edges of reality. The game becomes a place in which we are heroes and we can take on borrowed identities. Our life has been contaminated by fiction: the commutative tissue of the media demonstrate an indifference for logic and truth, instead an interest in only stimulating an public emotions; fashion has been invaded by the techno-clothes inspired by the heroines of the manga, such as Sailor Moon or from the main character of the video games, like Lara Croft; the new urbanism moves toward the utopian landscape of Disneyland; and in the end our children cuddle technological toys like Furby and Tamagochi. Some believe that, reality being a fiction, that fiction no longer exists, thus the Loudness esthetics of Murakami and Manetas are more realistic than what appears in reality.
Takashi Murakami is with Mariko Mori, one of the most important Contemporary Japanese artists working today. The work of Murakami takes its inspiration from the manga world, a world that the artist manipulates in which he create a new universe which is as wonderful as it is ironic, consequently destroying the borders between high and low culture. In representing his colorful world the Japanese artist uses a wide variety of media: a refined pictorial technique, serigraphs, drawings, blow-up sculptures. Serial objects, which exist on the borderline between art and mass produced objects like small sculptures, maquette and watches. In the main exhibition room of pinksummer will be presented DOB, a character created in 1993, in the form of a gigantic flying balloon with ears large eyes (cm. 235x 305x 180) and pink Summer (cm. 100×70) an acrylic on canvas with a floral theme.
The Miltos Manetas language divides into two lanes: vibracolor, a sort of Contemporary ready-made in which he represents the dreamy and stereotypical iconography of the video game; and large oil on canvas in which he depicts in the domestic life the game console, cables, computer screens, joysticks like instruments which help us to penetrate the new virtual world. Manetas presents a large vibracolor of super Mario (cm. 260 x 300) comprised of four panels of (cm, 130 x 170 ea.).

Alis/Filliol – Invernomuto – The Ifth of the Oofth

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Press release as a conversation between Alis/Filliol, Invernomuto and pinksummer

pinksummer: What could be the title of Alis/Filliol and Invernomuto double solo show at Pinksummer Goes to Rome, if shall it have of one? Recalling the eponimous tale written by Walter Tevis in 1957, “The Ifth of Oofth” seems appropriate to us because of the hyper-volume of a diadic exhibition. Double solo show, double couple of artists, not to mention pinksummer duplicated venue, we feel like quoting Asimov ” distorted two-dimensional projection of three-dimensional projection distorted by the quadrimentional tesseract” or hypercube, meaning also cube’s shadow.
Also we do not forget how both Alis/Filliol and Invernomuto tend to expand restricted volumes, no matter if those of small towns and History or those of sculpture and third dimension, and through such sort of augmented reality they set formless figures of demons and dystopiae free, as if the present time was made Platonic by the geometric projection of a conjectural although credible shadow, considering that the oath of office of Donald Trump in USA looked like an episode of The Simpsons.
Kant used to call identical and incongruous double the relationship between right and the left hand and also claimed that space and time are not features inherent things, but just simple forms of the intuition of the sensible. We could paradoxically deduce that if, within the Euclidean geometry, Alis/Filliol and Invernomuto appear “incongruous”, both in relational and absolute terms, they might seem identical because of the connections they establish between ordinary reality and unknown dimensions.
Is the elusive aspect of the real what you have in common? What title would you give to your exhibition?

Alis/Filliol: We would start with some instinctive and general notes on Invernomuto’s work by considering, as done by Antonella and Francesca, the two most immediate factors connecting theirs to our work: the choice of working in couple and the push towards a language that comes from another dimension.
To our opinion your work is structured first of all as a steady system of props, clearly coming from cinema and music, that to us seems to be intentionally displayed, almost as if you liked to remark its fictional nature.
The mysterious, grotesque and pop taste are looking for a subtle sense of harmony.
It looks like a scenery corresponding to a narrative that develops in fragments. Those fragments are enigmatic objects, first of all able to converse among each other and generate an immanent sense in the experience of the viewer, secondly able to communicate an invisible narrative. Such a “secondary narrative” is some sort of superior connection that transcends objects and people and projects them into a fantastic world. Although this world is constituted by historical references, it already contains in itself the amalgam of real and “super-real” that is just an imaginary dimension.
It is like if the flow of your imagery crashed against your bodies and got scattered in pieces and the fascination arisen by the process was more in the echo of that impact than in each single piece.
The construction of a pervasive environment includes the body in the same way in which the environment is included in superior narrative.
Questions:
What artists are interesting to you? Anybody you really venerate? (In any field of knowledge).
Any powerful and inspiring film, book or album?
Big final question:
Does still make sense to speak about aura for an individual object? And what is that for you?
These are our first considerations on the spur of the moment… waiting for your answer.
Then there is the problem of the title. The one suggested by Antonella and Francesca does not sound bad, but we do not know the tale.
Well, that’s it for now.

Invernomuto: Let’s start from the title: THE IFTH OF OOFTH. Have you seen the coverof the Urania series book containing that short tale by Walter Trevis?
To your question: What artists are interesting to you? Anybody you really venerate? (In any field of knowledge), we would answer simply: Harry Smith.
It is interesting how your question on aura is formulated.
Perhaps it is easier to find it in a constellation of objects rather than in a single element. It could make sense to speak about a space that is build, scenerely, architecturally. Did anybody ever speak about sound aura? Or space aura? Does aura exist on the Moon?
Some time ago we had an exhibition together in Milan, where you presented two heads made from grease. A material that never dries, therefore that is ever changing by its own definition. Why grease was interesting to you?
Yesterday in our studio we were speaking about the term “simulacrum”. I, Simone, am very attached to this term, but Simone has told me that is “such a Nineties” term.
When I think at Sculpture I always think at the concept of simulacrum. And you?
Mattia instead, ours assistant, often tells us about one of his friends and to protect his work he says: “He is a sculptor”.
Almost as if this his choice kept him apart from any, let’s say, more political discussion of the work of art.
Would you define yourself sculptors? I, Simone, am a great supporter of the French term “plasticien”.

A/F: In the exhibition we had together you showed two works. One in particular was very interesting. It was, if we remember correctly, a large sculpture displayed in pieces. Instead of bringing it back to its initial shape you decided to arrange some parts in the venue and let its internal polystyrene core become visible too. By turning away from the impact of the single large size piece with its presumed integrity and autonomy, you favored a sense of fluidity of sign and the intention of infecting the place. Would you define your mark hypertrophic?
Our work Brothers is made from industrial grease, indeed an unstable material that takes a very long time to dry. What counts the most for us is the real object one can come across inside the exhibition, with its plastic qualities, its texture, its color and image in respect of the concept of instability of form. Two faces facing each other, staring at each other, bound tight. That’s the point, gaze is very important, because even though simulated,
we are prone to perceive it as it was existing, alive, nearly annoying. We are all a little obsesses by gazes, fixed gazes that by crossing it threaten the air and steal our space.
We think that the fact of coming across a static presence is a very strong idea, unknown and impossible to translate; a still frame stuck in daily reality, that imposes itself as a flow, a motion virtually taken for granted.
Here is maybe part of the answer to the question on simulacrum.
One issue between the possible ones: it affects those rare images that have little to do with the understanding, explanation, communication; and have instead something to do with complicity.

IM: We are interested in a simulacrum whenever it becomes more real than real, like in a role play game, or a multiverse. “It has never been so real!”
It is totally true that we are all obsessed by gazes. Wax, Relax – you remember it correctly – has never been presented like that before, but it was assembled instead, in order to make up a copy of a copy of a copy (simulacra again) of a cave in Lourdes. On that occasion we scattered it all over that enormous space in Lambrate in order to create a landscape. Those masses of wax and polystyrene (and dirt collected across the exhibition) created some little possible viewing spot on the rest of the show (the obsession gaze again).

PS: Do you know that the space on via del Vantaggio 17/A in Rome was a gallery where the “Scuola di via Cavour” artists Antonietta Raphael, Mario Mafai, Scipione had their shows? We tend to underestimate that, also speaking about aura.
We have just been to the Triennale in Milan for the opening of the exhibition “Giuseppe Iannaccone: Italia 1920-1945”, where, beside “Chiaristi Lombardi”, the “Sei di Torino”, the artists of Corrente, there was the Scuola Romana too. We thought immediately at the supranational exhibition “Les Réalismes entre révolution et réaction 1919-1939” curated by Jean Clair in 1980 at Centre Pompidou. The exhibition demonstrated how, after the overexcitement of “isms” in the period between the two World Wars, the need for a comeback of figurative art was felt all over Europe and in USA too (American precisionist painters Demuth and Sheeler were included in the exhibition as well), some sort of call to order in favor of tradition. A sensibility that recurred beyond any ideological position, even though it included them in the specific unmistakable national peculiarities.
Nothing wrong with a collector born in 1955 who started from buying Mafai and Birolli, which happened often, but it looks eccentric how he, while keeping on collecting, chose to represent himself in 2017 with a body of 200 works of those artists.
In order to leave the successfully overcrowded exhibition “Italy 1920-1945”, one had to cross “Elegantia”, the exhibition of the Belgian artists Jos de Gruyter & Harald Thys curated by Francesco Garutti, that felt like some sort of return to the future. It was indeed an alienating experience!
What did the non-writing Simone of Invernomuto mean, when he claimed that the word simulacrum “is so Nineties”: postmodernist to its maximum, mannerist? Don’t you believe that categories such as baroque and mannerist, modernist and postmodernist, are applicable to any historical course and recourse? What Alis/Filliol mean when they speak about aura, is it an ethereal body or simply a set up strategy able to confer a metaphysical appeal that most of the time life tends to dismantle immediately? In its Italian translation Walter Tevis tale was titled “La seezza della quasità” (The Itselfity of Almostity).
What will you present at Pinksummer Goes to Rome?

IM: We are just out from a series of meetings and workshops held at ERG in Brussels. This morning Paul Gilroy – a British scholar who is one of the most influential voices in the field of post-colonial studies – spoke about the concept of `melancholia’; referring in particular to major wars and his studies on what is left, in pathological terms too, after some historical trauma occur. He was speaking about lumps, memory conglomerates and their way of acting on present time when arising back again. Obviously, he was not speaking about nostalgia though. That is the way we read the lumps and the trends you mentioned, your passing through Triennale rooms.
And that way we like to think at the two layers of carpet we present at Pinksummer Goes to Rome. The intervention we propose is a site-specific work: two large white carpets printed in one color, showing two technical drawings concerning the last Haile Selassié visit in Italy, in 1970. The first one shows Ciampino airport, the position of the private airplane of His Majesty and the position of State Appointees. The second one, the deposition of the lauryl wreath at the Milite Ignoto memorial in Rome. Two iconic places, extremely encumbered with a load of lumps, historical and contemporary.
Haile Selassié goes to Rome. And we invite Roman audience to walk across those lumps, stepping on them respectfully, perceiving the difference of their surface. The intervention is also meant as a potential workshop, always open, hosting the works by Alis/Filliol.

A/F: One of our reflection on aura is about some objects’ ability of exercising an attractive power, nearly hypnotic, as if the object itself was able to glance back at the viewer.
For this exhibition we have thought at creating a dialogue between works that we are carrying out separately, following our individual preferences. Our attempt aims to explore the dialogic mechanics of working in couple and to see it in a new light by making up a two-dimension panorama, that will eventually dialogue with Invernomuto’s work as well.
In the venue there will be a polyurethane haut-relief, a negative imprint of a mountain chain of the Valle di Susa on which our studio overlooks, carried out as a scale model.
A photograph printed on paper portraying a blurred human figure (a sculpture actually) who is staring at the spectator.
Two or three small sculptures of different color depicting semi-human forms made from Cernit polymer clay. Each of those sculptures is supported by three thin steel bars and suspended at various heights starting from about a meter from the ground.
Last we will present a sculpture and some paintings, a staging of characters bent over their gestures, isolated in an undecided, suspended space, got peeked in their own most personal balance.

We would like to thank the Archvio Storico Grand Hotel Miramare, Santa Margherita Ligure for providing Invernomuto with its original documents.

Ceal Floyer

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To be as adherent as possible, a text on Ceal Floyer should contain only three or four words, but it is almost impossible to find those words. In fact all the texts about the Ceal Floyer’s work are descriptions of Ceal Floyer’s works, because her formal and conceptual atomism tends to transform every attempt of explanation into a pathetic appendix.
Ceal Floyer’s work is a little like asking someone who is eating something unmistakable warm and salted: “How is what are you eating?” and that someone simply answers: “it is warm and salted” making you nervous.
Ceal’s work actuates itself in such an exact, essential and is endowed with a sense of proposition (in relation to the laws of logic) that it crashes against reality becoming a paradox, which loses its meaning.
The formally perfect discourse of Ceal skeptically plays at destroying every artificiality which has the presumption of being inherent to things, to world that happens.
Ceal tries to kill the same idea of representation that is at the base of every principle of human knowledge: she seems to say to us that our intentions and desires to confer meanings on to signs, imagines, sounds, but the world, admitting that it exists, is independent of our preoccupation.
For Ceal, to be means to conceive and she demonstrates it to us with her ferocious and de stabilizing intelligence, but after she redeems herself by giving us something that is similar to beauty and perhaps poetry, also if it is only a receipt under a light that she calls Monochrome Till Receipt (White); or a bucket that seems to collect a real dripping from the ceiling, when in fact it only contains a CD player that produces the sound of water drops (Bucket); or some blots of colored ink on paper (Ink on paper).
Ceal handles our imagination evoking a presence that doesn’t exist simply with a ray of light projected under a door. Her playfulness is built on few elements that she dominates.
In the end one can say, risking to seem contrary to democracy, that Ceal isn’t an artist for everyone, to love her one must understand her, but to understand her one must accept her like one could accept a child with an impossible behavior.

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Comune di Genova, politiche giovanili, centro della creativita’ (Genoa City Council, center for creativity)

Guy Ben-Ner – Escape Artists

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“I do not know what is reality. Reality runs away and lies continuously. When we think we have caught it, the situation has already changed. I always distrust what I see, what apicture shows, because I imagine what is beyond; and what is behind an image isunknown. The photographer in `Blow Up’ is not a philosopher, he wants to get a closer look, but he eventually realizes that, when magnified, an object gets decomposed and disappear.” This is what Michelangelo Antonioni said on his film “Blow Up” (1966), a movie on the structural impossibility of any affinity between reality and its representation.
About his movie “Nanook of the North” (1922) Robert Flaherty: “My desire to shoot Nanook of the North’ came from what I was feeling about those people, from the admiration I had for them, I wanted to tell the others what I knew about them”. As a matter of fact, “Nanook of the North”, the first full length documentary film produced by the American film industry, was financed by French furriers Réveillon Frères with advertising purposes and, even though it was supposed to be taken among the Eskimos inhabiting the Canadian Arctic archipelago, it was actually shot at the same latitude of Edinburgh.
Nanook daily life is clumsy adapted to the expectations raised by a USA fictional work of the Twenties. Guy Ben-Ner movie “Escape Artists” (2016), like Flaherty legendary movie, is based on actual events and material taken from reality. Its setting is the film and video course held by Ben- Ner once a week since two years inside the detainment center for Sudanese and Eritreans asylum seekers in Holot, in the desert of the Negev, in the south of Israel, not far away from Gaza. As Israel adheres to the UN Convention Relating to the Status of Refugees and cannot expel people who would risk their life in their homeland, it detains them in the legal limbo of Holot. For those who live in Holot, the acknowledgment of refugee status sounds like utopia, due to the fact that Israel has the lowest refugees amount in the western world. Sudanese and Eritreans asylum seekers can exit, but they must answer to three calls a day; at 10 pm in Holot there is the curfew. Israel refuses to recognize them as political refugees, they can only stay in the desert, where there is only one bus that transists every 5 minutes. The activist Anael – Adda asserts that the State of Israel aims to let the asylum seekers decide to leave the country voluntary. Sometimes the
asylum seekers are forcely moved to some bordering African countries such as Ghana and Ruanda.
In “Escape Artist”, through the representation of his students and himself as a film teacher, Guy Ben-Ner moves towards a “Blow Up”-like linguistic approach and ends up making the simulation ontological by embedding the story of Holot refugees, like some sort of collateral effect of his teaching, by exemples and comparisons, film as a subject. Hence the world of fiction does not seem like unrelated to activism, art does not want to let
pretense take over.
Unlike his previous movie “Soundtrack” (2013), where what is predominant is not reality, but the feel of reality given by representation, in “Escape Artists” is reality that intentionally uses representation in order to emerge. Guy Ben-Ner is an engaged artist who is aware of embracing an inventive lie, when he explains to Holot deportees the secrets of parallel montage and invisible cut, he shows to the viewer in meta-cinematographic way, that “a door”, a border, “always represents a cut in reality”. Ben-Ner organizes in his own style the “critical montage of events” (so Umberto Eco defined Antonioni’s cinema) by returning to us a tough reality through the humor and the irony that makes his work unique beyond any
estranging effect.
If in “Blow Up” Antonioni uses to play on the chromatic difference to emphasize the distance between Hemmings color life and black and white photographs, in “Escape Artists”, Ben-Ner uses the metaphor of a car travel with Joshua, one of his students, to emphasize the difference between his condition and the inhabitants of Holot where goes to teach film and video: when the artist is speaking, he is framed and the car proceeds forward, when Joshua is speaking, the landscape behind him runs backwards and the dialogue goes like this:

“tell me Joshua, don’t you think
something is wrong with this car ride?
yeah I think so, you are going back
you’re riding back
I’m not riding back you are riding back
I’m going forward
what date do you have?
no… today the date’s the 7th
the 7th?
yes. 7th of July
not for me. It’s the 14th
I don’t think we are in the same car anyhow
how it can be
I don’t know
you are riding wrong”.

While in “Blow Up” Thomas eventually watches the tennis game played without racquets by two mimes and follows with his gaze the trajectory of a non-existent ball, in “Escape Artists” Guy Ben-Ner attempts to tell Nanook the Eskimo inside his laptop that the nonexistent
sound of the silent film from the childhood of cinema, is not inside the gramophone, but in the disc. Exclaiming “the sound it is here, the sound it is here”, he taps on the screen with his finger right where the disc is shown.“Escape Artists” ends with a shooting where Nanook the Eskimo seems to laugh about
Alma Cogan’s song, that does not belong to him at all, but that indeed works perfectly as soundtrack of Ben-Ner’s movie: “Never do a tango with an Eskimo – Not, not, not….”.

Georgina Starr – The Lesson

Georgina Starr, in conversation with Dominic Paterson in 2015, described very precisely the making of the pink material bubble forms as if they were an erotic-ritualistic metamorphosis: “The material has to be prepared in a particular way. You need 3 or 4 pieces in your mouth to make one bubble. These are broken down with teeth, tongue and saliva. The tongue pushes and presses the material into shape. As the hard material mixes and warms up it becomes soft and sugar oozes from it. Gradually the sugar seeps out (is swallowed) and after a few more minutes of chewing the material is ready to be used. The tongue forms the material into a spherical shape and then pushes into its middle. The material forms a thin membrane around the tongue and the tongue pushes a little out of the mouth. Then, simultaneously the tongue pulls back quickly and with an inhalation, and slow exhalation through pursed lips the bubble is created.”
The Lesson, Georgina Starr’s solo show at Pinksummer Goes to Rome, focuses on the idea of re-education as re-birth. By meditating on the spherical form exposed as a ritual, the artist probes the causal mechanism of procreation. Like Peter Sloterdijk, Georgina Starr is concerned with spheres, globes and bubbles and the intrauterine world connected to womb imagery, but her connection has more to do with his work on self empowerment. We could mimic Sloterdijk’s writing style by asking ourselves what does Georgina Starr have in common with Nietzsche, who discovered the value of praxis by reinterpreting metaphysics in terms of power and practice or what does Starr have in common with a yogi. What they all have in common is having applied the working anthropotechnical nucleus of human nature as if there was no religion, but instead an interpreted spiritual practice. To quote Sloterdijk: “I define practice here as any operation which preserves or increases the qualifications of the agent to conduct the same operation once again, regardless of whether it is declared as practice or not.”
Georgina Starr’s work is exquisitely political and most definitely feminist. Her work creates an ‘environmental bubble’, similar to the one theorized by Daniel J. Boorstin who considered the typical behavior of the tourist, who, in order to preserve their own identity from any undesired contaminations of strange environments, carries with them familiar objects so as to feel at home while traveling. Georgina Starr is not a tourist but an artist. She invents and constructs these imagined objects in order to breath life into the things she dreams to hold. Junior the nobject puppet, which was the focus of Georgina Starr’s last solo show at pinksummer, The Joyful Mysteries of Junior, is one such symbolic creature.
The bubble in Starr’s work is fluid and adaptable, it can be extended, contracted and deformed without losing its plastic features which are both meaningfully round and feminine. While temporarily filled with breath the bubble presents a soft, ductile and comfortable world, that, although momentary, protects and nurtures. As Starr claims, her ‘bubble’ is similar to the spoken word; it has an ephemeral duration and because of this escapes any attempt of dogmatization. Starr’s pink material forms, which appear throughout the exhibition, can be understood as logos, their delicate acrobatic corporeity making them logos undistinguished from the living body.
Starr’s new body of work suggests a type of entelechy, an Aristotelian term used here in an empiricist and Goethian sense. Entelechy proposes an eternal youth by opposing itself to matter and its enslavement to any Ahrimanic double that gets in its way. Indeed, Starr’s work seems to have exited the ‘pars destruens’ to enter the practical (performative) and ‘self empowerment’ phase of The Lesson. If re-education and re-birth implies a crossing, we can guarantee, going back to Goethe and Faust in particular, that the diaphragmatic region between the sensitive and the supersensitive of ‘The Realm of the Mothers’, has been explored far and wide by Georgina Starr. “The mothers! The Mothers! How strange that sounds”, says Mephistopheles, “It is with reluctance that I disclose the higher mystery”.
Georgina Starr has emphasized that, since the beginning, her work has re-invented and re-imagined female identity: to challenge the doctrines she absorbed in her childhood. Starr uses her videos to re-educate. They document that something imperative and magical, even though very subtle in its nature, has occurred.
The bubble forms presented in new video works The Lesson and The Birth of Sculpture and in the collages and sculptures Pink Spoken Loud (2016) and Exorcism of the Luna Milk Orb (2015), offer a sense of “wombness” : a space for cultivating transformation and healing. Starr’s ‘lesson’ reveals the foundation of creativity as an intimate resource while recalling the eternal feminine and the cosmic ritual of perpetual anasyrma.

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Tamar Guimarães – Canoas

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The short movie “Canoas” shot on 16mm film by Tamar Guimarães commissioned for the Bienal de São Paulo in 2010, is titled after “Casa das Canoas”, the house built by Oscar Niemeyer in the early 50s for himself and his family in the Atlantic forest surrounding Rio de Janeiro. In 1956, in that curvaceous and very beautiful house, or perhaps in its surroundings, the new-elected president Juscelino Kubitscheck shared with the architect his grand political plan of building Brasilia. We can imagine Kubitscheck saying “Oscar, this time we will construct the capital of Brasil” *, alluding to the fact that the city should be risen miraculously, in four years, far from the old coastline urbanized by European colonialism.
Brasilia is a dream grown out of a necessity to integrate the northern inhospitable regions never touched by progress in the path of urbanization, industrialization, education – in a word, the modernization path that the president had in mind for a country that he actually would only govern for a few years. Kubitscheck held power until 1960, then his adversaries accused him of corruption and of letting public debit grow to the excess. In 1964 the former president abandoned politics and in 1976 died during a car accident, the causes of which were never completely cleared. Although a shadow is cast upon its circumstances: probably Brazilians loved him and in this sense he was also a bogus king, potentially to be burned at the end of the carnival to propitiate an always better future. Although the military regime had prohibited any manifestations, more than 100.000 people went to the airport of Brasilia to hail the last landing of Juscelino Kubitscheck, an event followed by three days of national mourning.
Brasilia was an ideal city informed by socialist utopia. In that city private property should not exist – all the apartments belonged to the government to be rented to the workers. Ministers and workers would share staircases and elevators as good neighbors do, because in Brasilia upper and lower class districts should not be. The city was planned by Lucio Costa, the buildings by Oscar Niemeyer and the landscape design by Roberto Burle Marx. Niemeyer always asserted that man is infinitely more important than architecture and that politics is an act of thinking arisen from the need to perceive one’s surroundings to become aware of what isn’t well but can be continually improved.
Later, from 1964 to 1985, the military dictatorship ruled in Brazil for at least 21 years.
In several projects developed by Tamar Guimarães as well as in some of her collaborations with Kasper
Akhøj, the projection of a splendid modernity entangled with “order and progress” takes a popular-metaphysical twist, which, departing from earthly modern cities, appear as celestial visions. We refer to the project “A Man Called Love” (2008) and namely, to the highly bureaucratic astral city described in “Our Home”, in 1944, by the psychic medium Francisco Candido Xavier. We also refer to “Capitain Gervasio’ s Family” and its evocation of an ectoplasmic map connecting twenty astral cities hovering above an extremely large expanse of Brazilian soil.
The map was drawn by a spiritist medium living in Palmelo – a city of about 2.000 people, half of which are psychic mediums. The mediums in Palmelo practice the “magnetic chain”, a method for approaching different forms of illness. “Captain Gervasio’ s Family” (2013) was a film installation commissioned for and presented at the 55th Venice Bienniale “Il palazzo enciclopedico” and at the 31st Bienal de São Paulo “How to Talk about Things that don’ t Exist”in 2014 – the first Bienal de São Paulo since Oscar Niemeyer passed away in 2012.
“Canoas” on the other hand, before it was a film it was a cocktail party – a little true and a little fake one, a little real and a little imaginary – just like all parties are in order to leave room for
a flow of energy to be called forth by the guests as they interact, emerging into the invention of the unexpected and the unknown. Not unlike a glorious body, less singular and more plural, shaped by the emotions and the feelings of the guests, illuminating the environment with a different constellation of meaning.
In an interview with Pablo León de la Barra published by Vdrome, Tamar Guimarães compares the party to a minor carnival, as if the particular and intensified situation of the party could act as some temporary disguise, freeing subjectivity in the name of a new configuration of each single self, more objective or at least more collective. About the meticulous research preliminary to all her projects, Guimarães’ references for “Canoas” are multiple and range from Lygia Clarck’s therapeutic concretism, to the cinema of Jacques Tati, to Gilberto Freyre.
The demystifying parallelism of Guimarães tends to take the Brazilian modernism back to the idea that architecture, i.e. the house, mirrors the social and political Brazilian organization of an exquisitely patriarchal order, according to the interpretation given by Freyre in his 1933 essay “Casa-Grande & Senzala”, translated in Italian as “Case e catapecchie, la decadenza del patriarcato rurale brasiliano e lo sviluppo della famiglia urbana” (Einaudi, 1972). In the same interview with León de la Barra, Guimarães speaks of a hypothesis suggesting that Brazilian modernism was nostalgic towards the sensuality of colonial architecture, housing everybody under its patriarch ruled wing-house, wives, sons and daughters, lovers and slaves. Tamar Guimarães’ intention is always ‘micrological’, namely, to spot an entire historical moment in a fragment, or to quote Walter Benjamin: the individual becomes the theatre of an objective process. Tamar Guimarães converts thinking in an image that has a relationship with memory, unhinging common assumptions to sketch a more emancipated picture of contemporary possibilities.
The cocktail party was conceived by Tamar Guimarães after a visit to ‘Casa das Canoas’ – a visit which allowed her to see a phantasmagoria of elegant ladies chatting by the swimming pool. The party was organized by mixing a few actors and actresses, together with friends and friends of friends who crashed the party, people active in the Brazilian cultural scene, some of which active even prior to the military dictatorship.
Many among the guests to the small “pre-party” at Casa das Canoas would, shortly afterwards, join the opening and the party which followed it at the Cicillo Matarrazzo pavillon in the Ibirapuera park at the Bienal de São Paulo for which the project “Canoas” was made in form of a party that would eventually become a movie. The hermeneutic practice adopted by Guimarães to free the sensual potential of Casa das Canoas, often used throughout the years as setting for fashion shoots, music videos, movies and tv soaps, seems to reveal that modernism in Brazil, maybe has peculiar modalities, which are in fact perhaps are not different elsewhere. Beyond the dream of country democratization, modernism remained a bourgeois bobble, access to which was granted to the working classes as servitude, a bit like the case of the farming estates of the great land owners that Freyre talked about.
At the end of the press release, we are remind of a funny anecdote told by a friend of ours whose colleague from Rio de Janeiro is keen on Brazilian modernism. While he was explaining to our friend how great Brazilian modernism was and how so-so Argentinian modernism was, he suddenly stopped talking and looking straight in his eyes he asked: “And you guys, did you keep up modernism in Europe?”.

*We like to imagine the mayor of Genoa Marco Doria, with the president of the harbour authority Luigi Merlo and the new president of the Region, going to the studio of Renzo Piano on the heights of Voltri, to the extreme west of Genoa, saying: “Renzo, Genoa will be born again by rediscovering the sea through the canal “Blueprint”, we will let you build it and together we will make water return to where it used to be. We promise that and maybe afterwards it will stop raining in absurd amounts and Genoa will no longer bring good luck to umbrella sellers”.

Luca Trevisani – Clinamen

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Pinksummer: The project you are showing at pinksummer is titled “clinamen”, the principle of declination, introduced by Epicurus in the ancient atomistic system, whereby atoms, during their fall in the infinite void make a detour at every time and in every point of space for a minimum interval from the straight line, thus shaping composite bodies. Epicurus said to be vain the speech of the philosopher who does not cure any human passion and that philosophy is of any beneficial if it doesn’t make free from the soul illness.
The epicurean physics is strongly aporetic just for the introduction of the clinamen theory; actually, physics reason were less important than moral reason: in ancient atomism everything happens out of necessity and in a universe submitted to fate there is no place for human freedom and the implementation of the moral values which Epicurus was so fond of. The title you gave to the project aims at opening an ontological space to an idea of existence that coincides in a antillusionist way with your formal rigour?

Luca Trevisani : I am more and more interested in the enquiry of the rules emerging in a communitarian situation. To do so, in every work I feel the need to prepare a laboratory where to rebuild them, to test them, to put them under examination, to keep them under control.
What you call ontological space for me is a space in which I try to obtain results, handling aesthetics as an effective science, the history of ideas as an instrument, shape as an arrival point. I find that speaking about existence is unnecessary for showing the human data, for this reason sometime I worked with a well tuned group of persons, only thinking on how to reproduce the physic encumbrance.
This time I wanted to work with objects, like the theatre of Bauhaus of Russian avant-gardes used to do, looking at the shapes of the skate parks like those of a perfect theatre cavea, and seeking for the objective correlative more appropriate to my needs.

P: The image you chose for the invitation refers to Francesco Lo Savio. Lo Savio like Epicurus had a great faith in reason and in the function of aesthetic and intellectual engagement to offer solutions to the ineluctability of human destiny. Both of them were looking for shelter in reason in order to defeat the nonsense of a anti-teleological universe.
Like Epicurus’s “atarassia” is not inertia, but the hard-fought conquest of happiness through logos, the short, but exceedingly intense rationalistic (and thus utopian) journeyof Lo savio tends to harmonize the relationship between man and environment, not casually moving from paintings “spazio-luce”, passing through “filtri”, “metalli” and “articolazioni totali”, he gets to the project of the dwelling unit “maison au soleil”, following the energetic dynamism of “luce-vita”.
A jutting out rigorous and deductive tension, that from bidimensional space of painting, passing through sculpture, aims at the real to circumscribe the evil, for self-defence. The verses of De rerum natura of Lucretius come to mind: “The rays of sun cannot disperse the dark and this terror of soul, but only the study of truth, only the light of reason”. Both Lo Savio and Lucretius realized that the faith in reason is not a sufficient shelter because it stays tragically silent when the being becomes nothing. Tell us about the dialogue at bay with the rationalistic attitude of Lo Savio.

L.T: I am led to think, and thus to conceive my works, like a series of levels of stratified layers, in which the link is the result of arbitrary and contradictory reasoning, but that are able to lead to effective visual instruments. Is this what I am interested in.
The light and the dynamism suggests by the works of Francesco Lo Savio fascinate me with their musicality. I say musicality because it means to understand the life of matter, and existence in general, like a continuous flux, made by pulsations of different intensity. The musicality of a song is complex and fleeting; in the end of the song we can take a still as we can do with an image, both moving and still. We cannot reduce a sound to minimum entity. This is very important, because it forces us each time a to a research, to an active and uncomfortable relationship with things.

P: Once you affirmed: “My work is a plastic enquiry of the thin limit that runs between the pleasure of sharing, the certitudes we derive from comparison and the violence concealed therein. Sculpture allows me to draw the hypothetic reality where to verify my analysis, where it is pivotal the autonomous shape that matter assumes, giving substance to the images of thought”.
You speak about a double experience, both concave and convex: if on one side the aesthetic space has a autonomous formal entropic expression that denies the representation, on the other side it sinks his roots in social experience and involves the concept of representation. Tell us about this dualism.

L.T: The best communication is the one which seduces, not the one aiming at spelling out everything, but that made of approaching and piercing draughts. I believe in an aesthetics of the fragment; the fragment is a germ of something that counts much more of meaning, it is the obsessive push to be complete.
The condition of fragment intensifies sense, it sharpens the look of the observer, asks him to build the sense of the things, joining hints spread in space. I talk about hints because I am led to read and live the environment with a sensibility that I would call “noir”, since I do it putting together limited details and stiff frames to circumscribe very defined atmospheres.
To reduce the look to a sequence of essential details means that is unnecessary a ” muscular sense” to have a relationship with the world. I am convinced the viewer should consider himself a stranger in front of the object that he finds, always. It is the only way he has to participate.
I want that my works and videos disappoint the sight seeking or awaiting an event, because I am interested in putting the viewer in front of a presence, and no more. The trend to abstraction eliminates the possibility of strong moments and reinforces the sense of distance from things.

P: You affirmed to share with Florence Henri the compositive obsession linked to the spherical form. As Guido Molinari observed in a recent article on Flash Art Italia, the geometric shape of sphere, with its precise borders in respect of what is outside seems, in your work, a metaphor of individualism and in this sense a representation of sociality of our time, where links are easy to build as to dismantle, they have no emotional anchorage, all is liquid and fluxing and the balances are awfully temporary.
You have the individual and the void, but there is no tragic sense because, as Bauman says, our time has changed the big banknote of happiness with a handful of coins of small pleasures, fast to come as to go, which help to keep out of our mind the worry of happiness. The temporariness, and casual concretion are recurrent in your work: we can still believe in the res publica?

L.T: I don’t know well how my obsession for spherical shape grew. The sphere is the Leibniz monad, it works like a synecdoche, ending to put in evidence a the need of a connection between the sides of the world that do not provide for it.
I look at the spheres thinking of the thread that connects them, making a necklace, or a net, in all cases a unit. I wonder about its presence or necessity. I think it is important not to come to a conclusion. If this thread exists, the more elastic and transparent the better: it should be potential and not permanent, it should be suggested, not given as expected.
All processes contained in the show began with the building of an inclined plan, where I had some ice spheres slide. The ice spheres, while sliding, melt; they are only for a moment in their life like water molecules, for a instant blocked in a geometric shape, to go back, due to the clashes with other spheres and the atmospheric warmth, to the liquid state, that in some way is collective, because all water turns back to a sole undivided substance.
However, I want to clarify that I am not interested in the narrative side of this process, or in the fact that in a given period of time action consumes itself. I am interested in the output of energy, real and imaginary, that occurs during the clashes, the collective work, the changes of course.

P:.Lipovetsky says that skate-boarding, windsurfing are sport illustrations of “glisse society”, which fast slides on surface, without penetrating. In the video, one of the works exhibited at pinksummer, you launch ice spheres along a skateboard ramp. Once we heard you saying that Lo Savio is a skater: please explain.

L.T: I was interested in testing the behaviour of a group of spheres long a slanting surface.
Looking from outside at the video I was creating I thought I was observing Lucretius’s thought illustrated in a school documentary directed by Ed Wood, with an aesthetic of the Sixties. Later, being conscious that from the formal point of view I was leaning to Lo Savio’s work, because it is a support, I only could bring this dialogue to its extreme consequences, mixing cards with courage and consciousness.
Lo Savio’s theories on light and space confirmed my intuitions. A cast of Maison au soleil, looked at superficially, resembles a miniature skatepark. A sphere of ice is a Filtro, it’s a portion of space that condenses and analyses the light crossing it.

P: Describe physically the Clinamen project, as it will appear in relation to the space at pinksummer.

L.T: The project consists of different objects and a video. The video has been shot in a skatepark, having several dozens of spheres sliding along artificial slopes, recording images and sounds.
The sculptures visualise parts of the video, and they are obtained moving from the sculptural work of Lo Savio, considered like a formal and conceptual basin, which one dialogues with, and whose presuppositions one can expand.
The project is completed by “Gibbosa and Sfuggente”, a couple of spheres that visualize and try to measure the movement of moon around earth; one more time a movement of spheres, a passage from light to shadow, a waving movement without solution and without end.
Close to the two spheres stays an other one, completely transparent, in which sand-glass is drowned, in the centre. The sliding of time becomes an uninterrupted movement, and the space a unit of temporal measure.

Luca Trevisani- The truth is that the truth changes

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Pinksummer: A long time ago, or at least it seems to us like a long time ago, on the occasion of your first solo exhibition at pinksummer, regarding “Clinamen” – as you called that wonderful video – you made us try dissertating of balance and balances, starting from the logical-rational declination, very aporetic, that Democritus had introduced to justify the associative origin of its atomic world (atomistic?). A concept that, as a matter of fact, leaked from every part, and to pay for this was Lucretius’ sensibility, who, running into a love filter, right while he was weaving the De Rerum Natura, a poetic praise to the cosmology of Democritus, became crazy and killed himself.
Your quite put back partiality led us to Francesco Lo Savio, who never spoke of clinamen, but surely tried to protect himself in a rational declension of life, absolutely ending into committing suicide in a rationalist architectural object by Le Courbusier.
That show was in 2006, really a long time ago, considering the obsolescence of times, and, if you think about it, then it was still possible to talk about that, imitating the baumanian prosopopoeia, a little fashionable, of liquid society, of temporariness in the social relations, of flexibility of the work, because subprimes, even if we could already sense that they were entering our horizon, nobody had ever seen them yet. You, back then, both because of your age and for the time, had more familiarity with slide aesthetics and, if we think about it, you could have taken your skate to slide away at least from these further curiosities of ours; it could have been, but at the end that show had nothing to do with sliding, and so here we are again, after exactly three years.
“Truth is that the truth changes” (“la verità è che la verità cambia”), is the aphorism you chose for your second solo show at pinksummer, not certainly your second solo exhibition at all since your curriculum has meanwhile increased. It’s a title that formulates the latent heraclitism (not even too latent) of your research, and yet what we seem to love more about your work is that it lets foresee the tension towards a last truth, that would escape from the becoming of time and from the relativism of the split and conflictual individuality that, of that time, by necessity, can only distinguish a segment.
The struggle against the lack of balance of things and of human beings that you carry on, tends to dry the endogenous dampness at plurality, but never succeeds. The formal balance you find for approximation, also in those phases we prefer of your work – those implosives, swallowing in an orderly point – is always perfectible, presaging of instability, it does not find the definitive firmness of being, its deep and exclusive common sense.
Sometimes we should believe it is a a priori admission of failure of yours, an useless toil of Sisyphus, or, we could suppose that you believe there can be some place, inside or outside the mind, in which the essences could find an appropriate quietness you long for, hiding behind the formal sobriety that marks you, every frustration. We think that the idea of balance in your path takes on the same connotations of the truth: is it possible that it becomes, for some weird alchemy, an objective synonym inside your discerning?

  • Luca Trevisani*: Yes, it’s true. The truth is like the balance, changeable and alive, difficult, unstable. We are alive and we redefine ourselves continuously: also a dead body is never the same. I, me, the so called social consortium, the moral law inside me, and the starry sky above us. Stars are never in the same place. What we see in the sky happened at least about eight minutes ago…
    Nothing is stable, we change and the truth with us: Veritas filia temporis.
    So things go, so I must go, they sang years ago. We cannot bath twice in the same river, nor predict changes of costume. Ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space. This is why soft wins over rigid, wax over marble (Medardo was right) and ivy over cement.
    I don’t know if it is a fight with disequilibrium, perhaps stages of definition. For sure salvation is not in the closed shape of things. We must surrender to the wearing out of things. It is better to forget the boundaries between the single works, as well as the boundaries between the single thoughts, there are no more images, but chains of images. A rhythm, a song.
    If I must define my work at the moment, the firm belief that guides it, and that defines the show at pinksummer, I would speak of cultivation.
    I explain myself.
    I say cultivate thinking of the “Candide” by Voltaire, that ends with this sentence: “Il faut cultiver notre jardin”, we must cultivate our garden.
    In a stable, definitive, marmoreal space, there is no need to cultivate. We, on the other hand, are called to cultivate, to take care.
    The world of pluralities slowly takes form only through the power of our actions.
    From thing comes thing, said Bruno.
    Or, in other words, nothing is created and nothing is destroyed.
    Nothing is created and nothing is destroyed, but everything changes, constantly. Identity is a cloud, and we don’t even know which weather will be tomorrow.
    am not interested in colouring with smoke candles for the automaticity of the gesture, we leave that to others that came before me. Colouring with smoke candles is like colouring with the wind, if there are vectors and not forces, then it makes sense to give power to these vectors, and colour them.

P: You say that soft wins over rigid, wax over marble, ivy over cement. Maybe you are right, Luca Cerizza, in a text he had written for you, verisimilarly assumes the end of the right angle, because in nature there are no right angles. In Italy, under a political profile, this plasticity of the forms a bit extreme (starting from the subjected one of the “veline”) has been going on for a while, and we don’t like it.
Anyway, about the fact that wax wins over marble we are a bit perplex. Giulio Carlo Argan (a friend of ours who teaches history of art at the University of Genoa told us that “the Argan” as a manual is no longer used because students don’t understand it, if we think that in the ‘70s Argan was elected mayor of Rome) taught that Medardo Rosso and Auguste Rodin were two great sculptors, but at the end was Degas to renovate, you would say redefine, plastic art, perhaps because he, being a painter would use it only as a sort of analysis lab, without emphasis. Rodin and Rosso thought, instead, at the literary dignity of the matter and, if one of them was obsessed by the idea of monument, the other was of the idea of anti-monument.
Wax was useful to Rosso to visualize an inductive method that implicated the opening of a closed form in the space, in the atmosphere, at the same time maintaining the taste for the anecdote integral. We believe, surely by mistake, that for Michelangiolo marble or wax would have been the same, maybe wax would have simplified things considering that it would deduce form inside matter, limiting to exclude the unnecessary. Also when the oppression of matter became grievous, as in the case of the Pietà Rondanini, Michelangiolo managed anyway to render the vector upward orientated perceptible.
Regarding your way to paint with smoke candles, considering the indefiniteness of the canvas, it is easier for us to imagine the wind as a vector rather than as a colour. The vector-wind, an oriented segment (fragment?), could then subsume the colour of your smoke candles and in this sense be reinforced, noticeable, first of all to your conscience, in second place to the other or maybe simultaneously. Doesn’t this mean creating a boundary? The idea of boundary seems to us a constant of your research. Cultivating our garden, taking care of, don’t they mean delimitating, and, by the way, wasn’t Voltaire enlighten?
Doesn’t cultivation mark the shift to a nomadic matriarchal society, linked to flow, to totality, to the patriarchal culture, based on right angles, on dogmas, on the ideal power, that, to be precise, that in recent times, laid down cement over ivy? Didn’t the passage from nature to logos, not certainly from chaos to universe because that came first and doesn’t concern us, teach us that fixing boundaries, properties, is useful to survival?

L.T: I was mentioning Medardo a bit for fun. I feel I am a sculptor, yes, but not in that sense. I’m passionate about the history if ideas more than about the history of sculpture, which I like to raid for my own purposes. For the works that will be on show I have worked with wax and papier-mâché, selecting precarious materials. I like the idea that they get stuck in some shape for some time, and then come back in circle. The wax will melt and the papier-mâché will return to be something else. Maybe. Sooner or later.
I know it well, the wind is a vector, not a colour, of course. What I say, precisely, is that it is interesting to provide a vector with colour. To Exploit it.
Cultivating in the sense of taking care, doesn’t absolutely lead to cement. Let’s not run too much. We must use concepts like instruments, but not manipulate them. All my work is based on giving basic concepts, instruments, levers to move things, but if we banalize them, if we look for an immediate practical application of them, everything flakes. Ideas must be used to think, they must be translated in action, yes, but with calm, they must mature.
It’s about not being afraid of abstractions, even if they apparently might seem senseless, because they are an excellent instrument through which looking at the world.
The only way to understand things is to make a small model that can be hold in hand, to alienate them from the everyday.

P: Is a contemplative gaze a gaze that finds beauty without looking for it?

L. T: From observing the flight of birds, that augural voice, I turn to the most extensive meaning of raising the gaze and the thought towards something, that would rouse astonishment or reverence, to which giving attention with a prolonged and intense act. Staring at, intensely observing. Fixing the thought on divine things, so that it would not care about anything else in the world, and only those to be of consolation and delight.
I would not talk about beauty though. Not at all.
The research for beauty is an old mistake. Beauty cannot be programmed, as it always is the secondary effect of other researches. We must talk with images, not with beautiful images, but with useful images; they should not need words to support them, they must live alone. Words are the genealogy of images and forms, that speak for themselves. Wystan Auden said that the best way to hear Mass is without knowing the language in which it is celebrated.

P: In your notes you spoke about butterfly farms, about greenhouses, a-teleological energies, the organic module by Alvar Aalto, his concept of organic space, about what hiddenly happens on the beach of Skagen. What will you present at pinksummer? How will you articulate your project?

L.T: The show is a symphony, orchestrated with bi and tri-dimensional presences, that will find its climax in a movie, that will be called “Vodorosli”. Frozen seaweeds in Russian are called vodorosli.
I started from a module I have inherited from Alvar Aalto, I have taken the organic thought back home, inside the botanical garden of Genoa, and I treated it like a plant.
Aalto’s belief in an organic space becomes the hint for a mobile, alive formal system, built and animated inside transparent boxes. If I’m interested into giving shape to a system and see how it auto regulates itself, how it finds a balance between its parts, I would do it inside transparent boxes, cultivating it in vitro.
I was interested in seeing where the boundaries and drawings by men impose themselves on nature, and where the laws of nature win. Subjecting pure forms to corruption, to natural dynamism. I have drawn again breakwater, filled the void between the stones of a dry-stone wall, coloured with smoke candles, blocked cotyledons inside wax…
It’s about energies, but energies without qualities. Pure energies. About stages of vagueness, of definition, of realities opened to the flow, to our own determination through change.

Many thanks to the Botanical Garden of the University of Genoa.

Richard Wentworth

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Presenting Richard Wentworth (Samoa 1947 – lives and works in London) is a great honour for pinksummer, but at the same time it is a somehow difficult task, even with a short writing for press release: the risk is to copy ideas already expressed and expressed again, falling into the obvious.
From the late 70s Richard Wentworth, together with Richard Deacon and Tony Cragg, played a key role in the subversion of the traditional concept of sculpture. The so called “New English Sculpture”, born under the sign of Marcel Duchamp, has included the “raw” industrial object, putting it into new contexts, new needs, new relationships, and giving to the viewer a fresh look at the world.
A book comes to mind published just in 1974, when Wentworth began to shoot the series of photographs “Making Do and Getting By”, found sculptures in everyday life that present a magic urban realism: the book is “Zen and the art of repairing motorbike” by Robert M. Pirsig. The author talks about the hate of technology of his two friend Sylvia and John, a sentiment shared by many who feel how technology and industry are engaged with the political forces trying to transform people into mass. Pirsig affirms that he doesn’t agree with his two friends, because escaping technology ineluctably brings to the defeat. Buddha or the Divine are in the motorcycle machine as in the petals of a flower: “When John looks at the motorcycle, he only looks at the steel components that inspire him negative feelings, and so he turns off. I am looking at the same steel components and I see ideas. John thinks that I am working on machine components, while I am working on concepts”.
Through his work, a sort of philosophy of life, Wentworth reveals the connection between industry an military “barely visible but infinitely affecting” which is central to the idea of globalism: his force as sculptor, photographer, curator tends always to light and enrich the perception, giving to the viewer an instrument of resistance towards mass production and globalisation. In a system where not even the Lego construction kit for kids are free from the instruction booklet, thinking the object in an anarchic way, as opposed to being informed about it, is a breath of fresh air, helps not to feel strangers at home, as the boys who select the electronic sound of Game Boy to invent their own chip music, subverting the use of the object.
It is a political message, so subversive as it is peaceful, which invites to think: sometimes they are small alterations that, by disorienting, teach how to orient oneself and slowly to reappropriate of reality: which has to belong to us if we want to be persons, individuals in the less egoistic meaning of the word.
For the invitation of his pinksummer solo show, Richard Wentwoth asked us to choose a old postcard of Genoa. We found a place, Portoria, which is no longer the way it was. At the centre there was the monument of Balilla, dear to old Genoeses. Balilla was a boy who, distressed by the arrogance of Austrian occupying soldiers invited the population to throw stones against them to induce retreat: thus the people free their city; the images seems conceptually akin to Wentworth’s work.
In this respect, besides his assisted ready-mades and the photography searching for the spontaneous destruction of commonplaces, we have to name the project commissioned by Artangel in 2002: “An Area of Outstanding Unnatural Beauty” an investigation in the psycho-geography of London starting from King’s Cross, where Richard Wentworth has been living for 25 years. It is a very articulate project, though, and we invite you to look at the website of Artangel.
We would also like to mention “Thinking Aloud” ,a show curated by Richard Wentworth in 1999, which, as someone noted, even if not exhibiting any of his works could be looked as an extended work by him. A sort of wunderkammer in which the artist tried to explore the process of formalization of ideas: “how thoughts become ideas become realities”.
Among the several objects shown there were the first drawing of Pluto by Disney, the maquette of Guggenheim Bilbao by Frank Gehry and works of a number of young artists, including “Garbage Bag” by Ceal Floyer.
Many of the YBA’s consider Richard Wentworth a father, who, as Stanley Cavell wrote in “The Claim of Reason”, has taught that “The ways of initiation are infinite, it doesn’t finish to find new potentiality in the words and new ways to discover objects” turning the ambiguity of reality into a creative stimulus.

At pinksummer the artist will show a group of 60 photos from the series “Making Do and Getting By”.

We would like to thank Neal Robert Wenman, curator at Lisson Gallery, for his precious help.

Xavier Veilhan

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Pinksummer: It seems that you look at contemporary art and design with an amusing ironic gaze: I’m thinking at the idea of rebuilding useless bikes, or the use of “famous” materials like felt (Beuys) to create joyful Cave and Wood. How do you deal with what you extract from art history and design for making up your works?

Xavier Veilhan: There is not irony in my work, just a distance from the reality that is “feeding” my work. My way of using history of art and design is not to understand as a use of citation but as the use of a tool. For me there is no real difference (limit) between the different levels of perception. I want let the public experience my art, more or less, like music in club, like a global experience.”
Your Cave and your Wood are the two big installations that enchanted us very much. How were these projects born and what is their relationship with childhood and fairy tales worlds?
The spaces I’m using are created to exist as themselves, free standing, autonomous and defining their own space. There is often a misunderstanding in the comparison between the commonly known child universe and mine: tough they are both based on images and modeling of the real world, they are very different: my art is for adults.
Dan Cameron brings your anachronistic language, mould on 19th century French painting, and his technicality back to a sort of hidden comment on the function of the historical mode in post-modern art. Is that true or wrong?
Like structuralism, I don’t know what postmodernism really means: taking position towards actual materials, feelings and energy. I’m not trying to arrange reality in a different way but to reduce it so that it fits in the small space of an art work.
Adorno said that art in contemporary society fit a critic function, not because its will, but because it is essentially against movement. What do you think regarding what is happening in the world and inside history?
Somebody punch someone in the face and it spoiled the party. September 11th was a date not only because of the efficiency of the attack but also for its stupidity. I’m still very skeptic about the identity of the author of the destruction, but whoever did it, I hate the idea of religious proselitism: this is not a religious problem; this is an aesthetic problem: this kind of terrorism is not posing a quantitative problem (how many people died) but a cultural problem; somebody frontally attacks a big sign in a forest of signs where I’m also working, trying to find a new way to use a dynamic energy of the belief in modernity. This attack is a negative architectural statement.

P: What are you going to show at Pinksummer?

X.V: My project for pinksummer is to present two new bodies of work. The first one is a group of Giants, three dimensional sculptures about one and half actual scale. The characters are combining accessories and clothes representing their function which is not very clear, but very strong. The material used is carpet, plastic film, wood and polyester. The second group of work is a series of photographic girls portraits: a series of silk screen on wood (one colour, size 160 x 110 cm.). the skin of the models (friends of mine) is the surface of the wood.

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Regarding the origin of the image chosen by Xavier for the invitation card: it was taken from the catalogue of the exhibition “Art et Mythologie, figures tshokwe” (winter 1988-1989), printed by the Dapper Foundation (african museum of Paris). The title of the book is “Art et Mythologie”, the photo is “Mikishi Dancers” (Archive Musée royal de l’Afrique Centrale – tervuren). We can consider that choice a key for understanding the exhibition. Unluckily a long explanation isn’t usefull… I think we have to take it so as it is: that’s enough. [Mahaut, Xavier’s assistant]

Xavier Veilhan

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”People think monuments should come out of the ground, never out of the ceiling, but mobiles too can be monumental” (Alexander Calder).

Last autumn when we visited Xavier Veilhan’s exhibition at the George Pompidou Centre, divided into “space 315” and the forum of the cultural centre, the feeling was that of finding oneself in front of two very different and autonomous installations with respect to one another. A posteriori however, we realised that despite the formal and conceptual distance of the two works, both of them lead to ideas of space and movement. The installation in “space 315” was entitled ”Vanishing Point”: in the history of art the vanishing point is the point on the horizon where all lines of the linear perspective converge. A complex installation, almost geometric, that absorbed the space into a perspective of movement “suggested” by the static concept of representation. On the other hand, “Le Grand Mobile”, supported by the chromatic indeterminateness of blackness, established a continuous relationship with the huge space of the forum, without distorting it, dancing inside with a grace that was at the same time light and regal. Concerning “Le Grand Mobile” Veilhan wrote: “I wanted to create a work that would occupy a very large mass; at the centre of the Pompidou Centre’s forum, that would nevertheless remain transparent and would not appear imposing. My installation “Le Grand Mobile”, evokes a thought bubble, it is like a sum of the Centre’s visitors’ thoughts (…)”.
That same day, instinctively, we asked Xavier to create a “mobile” for pinksummer, going against our rule of holistically choosing the artist and never a single work. In compatibility with our production budgets, we had always given artists the possibility of relating to our highly characteristic space with total freedom. Pinksummer’s “Grand mobile”, different to that at the Pompidou which was made from plastic, is in aluminium and is kind of outside the program but something strongly desired for the simple reason that we liked the idea of a “hanging monument” for the last pinksummer show in the wonderful room of Via Lomellini.
As Sartre wrote about the Calder Mobiles: “A mobile is a sort of private party, an object defined by its own movement, the sculpture suggests movement, the painting suggests the profundity of the light. A mobile does not “suggest” anything: it captures authentic movements and shapes them. The mobiles do not have any meaning, they do not instil thoughts of anything other than themselves. They are, that is it, they are absolute (…)”. Sartre continued by affirming that mobiles are as inscrutable as nature that never reveals whether it is a mechanic sequence of cause and effect or the development of an idea.
With respect to Veilhan, whose work is that of wedging himself in the folds of representation, immediately revealing the matrix, almost takes over a recognised alphabet in order to simplify the reading of his works, of his world and time and of his ideas: in the end nothing is more deceptive than his work, it is rebuilt from the flux of our life force, the unfolding of the world in history, Xavier recovering the past codes of representation seems to confirm with Heraclitus that we cannot step in the same river twice. Sartre citing Valéry said that the sea is seductive as it always starts again and a mobile is like the sea, we cannot glance at them, we need to live in contact with them and let ourselves be fascinated. Mobiles embody the fluidity of reality and substitute cold analysis with the living power of intuition, the life force that Bergson talked about. Sooner or later in his research, Xavier would have had to confront the idea of mobiles and this he did in his own way creating something similar to a mental landscape. He told us that he had made a “maquette” of the “Grand Mobile” and hung it in his studio, an extremely lively place where people work and discuss, a place where friends, editors and critics stop by. And so, looking at those bubbles of the “Monument pendu” above their heads that were devoted to something different from the work, the artist thought that they could spring up from their own thoughts, a little like what happens to characters in comics.
Calder in his autobiography recounted: “One day I asked him (Marcel Duchamp) what sort of a name I should give to my objects and, without hesitation, he said ‘mobile’, a word that in French, other than meaning something that moves, also means moving force”.

Thanks to Studio Avv. Corrado Papone (Genova – Milano – Roma)

Noto Aka Carsten Nicolai

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The research of the international artist Carsten Nicolai aka Noto, in his performance at the Guggenheim in New York last January, had the aesthetic quality and infinitely indented edge of a fractal object.
The artist reveals the density of Contemporary environment focusing on sounds emitted by faxes, telephones and modems; the primary vectors of modern communication.
With a background in landscape designing, Noto has instilled into vanguard electronic music a geometric concept of sound; the artist looks at the materiality and form of sound wave’s, at its structure and tries to identify and substitute the concept of silence with that of empty space.
With his ensemble of oscillographs, DAT recorders and mixers, Noto proceeds with the agility of a ropedancer into the frontier that joins and disjoins the perceived universe between that of sound and the visual, arranging his works in the interface between sound and vision.
In the sound architecture like his sculptures, paintings and installations, the artist puts antithetical factors at the base of the generative process, and he combines them in a hypothesis of synthesis that has the complicated faceted morphology of crystals.
Like a particle around which forms a snow flake crystals and is responsible for engendering unique and unrepeatable forms, in the same way the Nicolai’s works moves from a geometric dimension point of 0: a sound sample that constitutes the nucleus around which is created a system of omotetic objects organized by the artist in loops.
To escape from the system, Noto admits to mistakes, a variation in sound, which provokes an unexpected change in the sound and frequency, breaking up the omotetia and thus creating another nucleus, a new systemic departure.
Emblematic of the project that Noto developed in ’97 for Documenta X (Kassel), titled with the symbol of infinity, Nicolai has occasionally collaborated with other sound researchers. The project 20 to 2000 brought to realization a series of cd with the most interesting musicians in the field of electronic music, like Mika Vainio (Pan Sonic), the Japanese DJ Ryoji Ikeda, as well as Byetone. Recently at the Hayward Gallery in London, Carsten Nicolai was presented in the show Sonic Boom by a collective matrix sound work.
Nicolai is a traditional artist who proposed to put himself out of the post-Modern concept of representation: “We can say that everything exists, it only needs to be sampled, but that isn’t my work, I have always believed in the possibility of making something of new”.
The Contemporary art gallery, Pinksummer, has chosen, Noto aka Carsten Nicolai, looking at the wonderful minimal forms of sounds dispensed by the artist in the space with a similar way of the matter distributed in the universe.

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Comune di Genova, politiche giovanili, centro della creativita’ (Genoa City Council, center for creativity)

Murakami – Manetas

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It’is dominating the idea that Contemporary art is a sort of esoteric practice unrelated to reality; the visual art language is a composite and structured body which absorbs the environment and inscribed in its time. The Contemporary artist makes us conscious of the everyday aspects of life, which the experience is not enough to understand only though of living them. One thinks of the Pop images of Andy Warhol and Claus Oldenburg, which condensed the American style of life during the Hot chapter of consumerism and tied to the productive period of the 60es.
The exhibition Murakami – Manetas presents the works of two artists who interpret the Nintendo generation: that of the techno-maniacs raised on the manga (Japanese comics) and video games, kids that live games like a trance that renders ephemeral the edges of reality. The game becomes a place in which we are heroes and we can take on borrowed identities. Our life has been contaminated by fiction: the commutative tissue of the media demonstrate an indifference for logic and truth, instead an interest in only stimulating an public emotions; fashion has been invaded by the techno-clothes inspired by the heroines of the manga, such as Sailor Moon or from the main character of the video games, like Lara Croft; the new urbanism moves toward the utopian landscape of Disneyland; and in the end our children cuddle technological toys like Furby and Tamagochi. Some believe that, reality being a fiction, that fiction no longer exists, thus the Loudness esthetics of Murakami and Manetas are more realistic than what appears in reality.
Takashi Murakami is with Mariko Mori, one of the most important Contemporary Japanese artists working today. The work of Murakami takes its inspiration from the manga world, a world that the artist manipulates in which he create a new universe which is as wonderful as it is ironic, consequently destroying the borders between high and low culture. In representing his colorful world the Japanese artist uses a wide variety of media: a refined pictorial technique, serigraphs, drawings, blow-up sculptures. Serial objects, which exist on the borderline between art and mass produced objects like small sculptures, maquette and watches. In the main exhibition room of pinksummer will be presented DOB, a character created in 1993, in the form of a gigantic flying balloon with ears large eyes (cm. 235x 305x 180) and pink Summer (cm. 100×70) an acrylic on canvas with a floral theme.
The Miltos Manetas language divides into two lanes: vibracolor, a sort of Contemporary ready-made in which he represents the dreamy and stereotypical iconography of the video game; and large oil on canvas in which he depicts in the domestic life the game console, cables, computer screens, joysticks like instruments which help us to penetrate the new virtual world. Manetas presents a large vibracolor of super Mario (cm. 260 x 300) comprised of four panels of (cm, 130 x 170 ea.).

Helen Mirra & Alison Knowels

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This curious exhibition has an unusual history, especially concerning pinksummer, which is more oriented towards hosting solo shows – never more than four per year – , and as a matter of fact our initial request to Helen Mirra was for a solo show, and she responded with the proposal for a two person show with Alison Knowles. We answered that we knew her, besides books about Fluxus, also because right in Genoa Unimedia had presented the work by Alison Knowles in the past years with several different solo and group exhibitions. Everybody liked the plan, and the double solo show of Helen Mirra and Alison Knowles will open on 9 October, and for this special occasion Unimedia-Modern and pinksummer will act as a single place. The date coincides with the beginning of the mushroom hunting season in northern Italy.
In addition to being an artist, Alison Knowles is well known as an experienced mushroom-hunter (and exceptional cook). And we have always thought of Helen Mirra as a landscaper, when she makes indexes, apparently objective, taking them from texts by Dewey, James, Sebald, to typewrite them on 16mm cotton bands; when she organizes her herbariums with plants and flowers from the Arctic Circle and makes sculptures with items of clothing and rocks, imperceptible camouflaging with painting the trace of lichens, and telling us about weather and its declinations; when she recreates a portion of sky with the modularity of Buckminster Fuller; when she evokes the tundra, the snow, the sky with pallets, reminding us that they were woods.
In front of nature, of landscape, there is always the author, and the author does not describe, but he tells an experience. In every work by Helen Mirra there is always journey, mapping. At the centre of Alison Knowles “events” there is always body, and in her objects-sculptures there is experience, and experience becomes the gateway between man and world, between micro and macrocosms. A representative work by Knowles in this sense is “Bread and Water”, in which the bread as the symbol of culture since the Neolithic, home baked by the artist and photocopied with one of the first printing techniques, reminds the Earth and its fluvial system.
Culture must be assimilated to nature cycles, and from here the attention of Helen Mirra and Alison Knowles to the contemporary ecologic conflicts and the thin anti-mercantilist vein that pervade their works and evoke the original Yankee ethics of the “low living high thinking” (Thoreau affirmed that we must ask the cowherd or to the partridge the taste of wild sorbas, because their precious essence gets lost on the cart that transports them from the hills to the markets in Boston).
Poetry and music are part of this process. The artists use few synthetic elements, substantially poor materials that, with the research of the correspondences, relate to the relationship with man and nature and with it the idea of responsibilities, a responsibility that, before becoming collective, has to be individual. In a monograph on Alison Knowles we read that the artist, at the request to define Fluxus, she answered that Fluxus is the claim of the individual of being a creator of meanings. Naming means in some way creating, seeing in another way, seeing for the first time, with a look cleaned from any preconceived representation. Even when they work in studio, these two artists seem to be confronted with open territories, measurable with a compass. In this sense, maybe it will be a European myth, but we like very much the American pragmatism that seem to never forget that geometry, before being a science to verify theorems, was meant to measure fields and canalize rivers.
Follows a text by Alison Knowles & Helen Mirra:
Agaricus silvaticus. Identification marks: A. silvaticus is a collective species. Its variants differ from A. placomyces in having essentially reddish brown threads on the cap instead of gray to grayish brown threads. In both the stalk is naked below the ring. Edibility: Edible but not recommended because too many people confuse it with A. placomyces and A. hondensis, which very closely resemble it, and are known to produce gastrointestinal upsets. When and where to find it: It occurs generally throughout North America, but is sporadic in its fruiting habits. It and its variants appear to be most abundant along the Pacific coast in the fall. [The Mushroom Hunter’s Field Guide, Alexander H. Smith, University of Michigan Press, 1958.]
Under the roof of the cap of this common mushroom, Helen Mirra and Alison Knowles share an approach to artmaking which is straightforward and in sync with the natural world. Mirra and Knowles tread lightly in the forest and the studio, working with found materials, not to uncover anything, but to experience the everyday, and to understand this very ordinariness as sublime.
Alison Knowles (b.1933, New York City) is known for her soundworks, installations, performances, publications, and association with Fluxus. Along with John Cage and Dick Higgins, in the late 1950s she joined the New York Mycological Society, frequently hunting for wild mushrooms since. Knowles presents two collections: Event Threads (objects lined up and hung down then dipped in paper pulp) and A Rake’s Progress (made with a discarded garden rake pulled through paper).
Helen Mirra (b. 1970, Rochester New York) makes work in varied scrap material, often concretely engaged with poetry, informed by concerns related to the conflicting ecologies of the modern world. Mirra exhibits a series of photographs of birdhouses in the woods surrounding the psychiatric clinic Waldau near Bern, Switzerland.
This exhibition is scheduled to coincide with a prime mushroom hunting season.

David Maljkovic with Jan St Werner- Shadow should not exceed

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Pinksummer: The definition of the technique of collage by Max Ernst stated on your monograph “Almost Here”, looks like an absolute and essential introduction to your work, a mental form before a way to operate. Collage, Max Ernst affirms, is the technique of coincidences provoked either accidentally or artificially to link one or more averse reality through poetry. Your work rolls around the idea of time and times: the past, circumscribed essentially to two decades, ‘60s and ‘70s, and contemporaneity, are the averse – if not actually antithetical – objects, put together in your collage to reflect on the promises of the large ideological utopias (Communism? Capitalism?) returned from the ruins of the modernist manufactured articles. Articles which you confer a remote, archaeological smell, typical of science fiction. It seems like much more time has passed respect to the logical concept of progress that history had used us to, hence perhaps those estranged dates 2045, 2071?

David Maljkovic: Yes, the “definition” of the technique of collage by Max Ernst is stated in my publication “Almost Here”, but as a part of the introductory text by Yilmaz Dziewior, so actually it is his observation…
The idea of using time or times in my work came up from the need to discuss the present situation. The content of the space, an object or a subject I am dealing with, cannot be annulled and can’t be avoided, but by going into the future it can be unloaded. So I am not dealing with the future from a science fictional point of view, but as a way to use an empty space, a future where themes and subjects get new possibilities and where new platforms can be created.
Sometimes I do use some dates and sometimes they do have a symbolical meaning, but mainly they are there to stress the absence of the subject I am dealing with.

P: The future on which you reflect is no more placeable, it has broken with the principle of causality, it is a retreating future, a shining and smooth archetype like a racing car now outside every contemporary norm of echo-compatibility. You artists from the Eastern Europe, have in variety something that you share (we are thinking at you, Bojan Sarcevic and Tobias Putrih, at Carsten Nicolai even if he is not part of the inheritance of the Bloc-free). The relativism of the events is informed by your way of looking in a more acute, for some reason more tragic way. Can you really protect yourself against romanticism and nostalgia when you go “Back to the Future?” Why do you need to protect yourself?

D.M: In my previous answer I explained my idea of using the future, but future tends to constantly reinvent itself with time.
As far as I know, the works of the artists you mentioned have quite different poetics and deal with different problems and positions, so, to me, to approach them as Eastern Europeans seems not so important.
Regarding the question about protecting myself from nostalgia, well, I have to say that that statement was exactly a part of the text of my fictional diary I had started writing in 2003 in the context of “Again for Tomorrow”, which was a kind of hermetic and exploratory work. I think it is difficult to give an answer since the sentence is taken from that and placed as a question…

P: Marinetti in his “Manifesto Futurista”, regarding a cumbersome history, could allow himself to make tabula rasa, like an adolescent that, to project himself into the future, revolts against the authority of a parent. In your comparative collages, the authoritativeness of history is emptied, the Memorial Park you visited at primary school is today the support for the repeater of Croatian Television and for the antenna of T-Mobile, the Italian pavilion of the fair of Zagreb built by Tito is a deserted and obsolete building. The amnesia tickled by easy English could be a way to get tiredly rid of an unusable – if not just as a poetic object – inheritance?

D.M: Every generation creates its own relationship with the past, or I should say with parent authority. The intensity of the relationship depends on different factors, and one of those factor is certainly time distance and also what parents leave. So, in that relationship, somebody or even the whole generation wants to kill the parent, or, on the other hand, use the parent. I think our generation got a direct relationship with the past. Memorial Park was the place I interpreted as a place that was completely absent. If we are to elaborate the facts, we might say that these places do not exist anymore, that they exist only in a physical sense. If I had posited this as a fact I would get a relation that would be defeating. It would be a space without relevance, a heritage that isn’t anymore relevant, so I tried to include a personal relationship as a sort of getaway, a small crack through which it is possible to escape.

P: Tell us about your project in collaboration with Jan St Werner that you will present at pinksummer. Why the title “Shadow should not exceed”?

D.M: The collaboration with Jan St Werner seems like a logical continuation of our previous collaborations. In “Scene for New Heritage 3” the music by Jan appears in one part of the video. For the exhibition at pinksummer we went a bit further: this time Jan created the sound for the installation. I think that the involvement of sound forces us to present and see things in a more abstract way, and that seemed just perfect for this project that approaches the elements it uses in an open way. The installation is here as a display of, we can say, a private archive of fragments with, as you mentioned in one of the previous questions, an archaeological smell. Collages include fragments from yearly reviews about general economic progress in the ‘60s, and from architectural magazines. Those fragments are mostly applied on the photographs I shoot after New Year’s celebration.
“Shadow should not exceed” is the title taken from the article “Architecture and computers”, from an architectural magazine of the ‘60s, while text is a computer instruction on screen, and I cut it off from the reproduction.

Henrik Håkansson-Nightingale: Love Two Times

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Pinksummer: “What we call nature is just our idea about the natural environnement that surrounds us. In fact, although the world was always the same, the ideas about it changed reflecting different historical moments and their knowledge in terms of science and ethic. What’s your (our) current idea of nature?”

Henrik Håkansson: “Today Monday it is rain and maybe further? the nature? a suggestion as the overall environment that surrounds and involves the space where we are a part of life in general. And then it is a part of space that we lose at a rate about 10 or more football fields a second.”

P: More on the first question: do you think that every idea of nature could represent the Zeitgeist of the historical period and the place where it was developed?

H.H: Not sure about your question, but yes.

P: During an interview with Daniel Birnbaum you said “I’m the very starting point. Everything is seen from my perspective, and the very point of Departure is that I want to see”. What do you want to see in what you watch?

H.H: I believe I’m trying to get experienced.

P: Your work has been chosen by Okwui Enwezor for “Mirror’s Edge” an Exhibition based on the idea of contemporary confusion between reality and Fiction; you was also in “The Greenhouse Effects” curated by Ralph Rugoff and Lisa Currin last year at the Serpentine Gallery in London, in which 16 contemporary artist (among them Olafur Eliasson, Tom Friedman, Yutaka Sone) worked on the idea of Joseph Beuys that thought artist as healer who could unite the opposing world of nature and culture. What do you think about these different interpretations of your work?

H.H: I don’t know really but I like the ideas

P: What do you think about the concept of garden?

H.H: It’s just wild.

P: You told regarding yourself to be “an enthusiastic amateur”, it probably means that your approach to nature is romantic. What is the difference for you between science and art approch of nature: both don’t start from fascination?

H.H: Yes, nothing but yes.

P: To create your ecosystem populated by plants and insects and to investigate Animal life you use sophisticated technology. Science offers a new way to Approach nature? Man is able, in the end, to build a real-fiction jungle in The ceiling of a room “After forever (ever all)” without the help of painting, photograph or sculpture?

H.H: Certainly, but it might just be an illusion like a movie.

P: Have you seen the animation movie “The bugs life”?

H.H: I believe so but there was also something called the Ants and I don’t remember which one, but it was sad.

P: What will be the project you will present in Pinksummer?

H.H: I’ll make two soundtracks from working with the sound of two different birds, the Thrush Nightingale (Luscinia luscinia) and the common Nightingale (Luscinia megarhynchos) both commonly just called The Nightingale, as in Italian Usignolo. One is recorded live in Sweden, and the other in Genoua. The sound will be used to produce a record with two sides of love songs, the two songs to be played together. The record will be the second release of a free sound record that is produced to be free records of different aspects on variable communication and atmospheres.

The project “Nightingale: Love Two Times” is a co-production Pinksummer/Franco Noero

special thanks to: L.I.P.U, section of genoa, and Cooperativa Castello della Pietra (Vobbia)

Christian Schimdt Rasmussen – Ladies and Gentlemen, we are floating in space

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In “The Kingdom”, the disturbing film by Lars Von Trier for the Danish television, one watches the slow and corrosive dark forces of existence ( the removed of the scientific progress) insinuate in the cracks of the realized welfare state, the emblem is the obsolete sense of the architecture of a hospital, the kingdom. It is like to say that the trust in the applied progress had the shortness and brightness of a Danish summer and now one returns to falling into the Kierkegaard horror vacui, but at least with humor.
It is the case of Christian Schmidt Rasmussen who, obsessed by the narrative practice, accompany by his comic and somewhat science fiction style with short story narratives, for example we are living on the ruins of a glorious future, like the painting with the little horse with the abstract -cubist nose exhibited at Newsantandrea some time ago.
The fulcrum of the work by Rasmussen is in the relation, complimentary and antithetical, between the pleasure of visual representation and that of the dark verbal type; and when this last is absent between the happiness of style and the vibrating melancholy which shines out from the illustrated stories.
The humor of Rasmussen pops out from irreconcilable of the opposites, like the comedy which sometime gives birth to the tragedy and destinies which are turn inside out like a pair of gloves and no welfare state can do without – it happens and that’s it.
The excited chromatics of Rasmussen’ s world is a concentration of the unarmed despair, in this sense the visual agreeableness of his work could also be a sort of deceit to attract the sympathy of the public and to reverse on him, with grace, a little of the lead heavy Danish pessimism.
The communication, of which the artist feels an urgency, doesn’t have, in this case, any other finality than to approach a body to feel a little warmth, and it doesn’t few.
Rasmussen is presenting at Pinksummer sixty watercolors on paper, some for the first time and others recently exhibited at the Badischer Kunstverein in Karlruhe.

Ceal Floyer

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Per essere più adeguato possibile, un testo su Ceal Floyer dovrebbe contenere soltanto tre o quattro parole, ma è quasi impossibile trovare quelle parole. In effetti tutti i testi sul lavoro di Ceal Floyer sono descrizioni dei lavori di Ceal Floyer, perché il suo atomismo formale e concettuale tende a trasformare ogni tentativo di spiegazione in una patetica appendice.
Il lavoro di Ceal Floyer è un po’ come se chiedendo a qualcuno che sta mangiando qualche cosa di inequivocabile caldo e salato: “Com’è?”, quel qualcuno rispondesse semplicemente: “Caldo e salato” rendendoci nervosi.
Il lavoro di Ceal si attua in un modo così esatto, essenziale ed è dotato di un senso propositivo (rispetto alle leggi della logica) che si scontra con la realtà diventando un paradosso, il che perde significato.
Il discorso formalmente perfetto di Ceal gioca scettico a distruggere ogni artificialità che ha la presunzione di essere inerente alle cose, al mondo che accade.
Ceal prova a uccidere la stessa idea della rappresentazione che è alla base di ogni principio di conoscenza umana: sembra dirci che le nostre intenzioni e il desiderio di conferire significato ai segni, alle immagini, ai suoni, sono estranei al mondo che, ammesso che esista, è indipendente dalla nostra preoccupazione.
Per Ceal, essere significa pensare e ce lo dimostra con la sua intelligenza feroce e destabilizzante, ma dopo si redime dandoci qualcosa di simile alla bellezza e forse alla poesia, anche solo uno scontrino che chiama Monochrome Till receipt (White); o un secchio che sembra davvero raccogliere acqua dal soffitto, quando in realtà contiene soltanto un CD player che produce il suono delle gocce (Bucket); o alcune macchie di inchiostro colorato su carta (Ink on paper).
Ceal maneggia la nostra immaginazione evocando una presenza che non esiste semplicemente con un raggio di luce proiettato sotto una porta. Il suo gioco è costruito su pochi elementi che domina perfettamente.
Alla fine si può dire, rischiando di sembrare contrari alla democrazia, che Ceal non è un’artista per tutti, per amarla si deve capirla ma, per capirla bisogna accettarla come si accetterebbe un bambino con un comportamento impossibile.

In collaborazione con: Comune di Genova, Politiche giovanili, Centro della Creatività.

Ceal Floyer

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Regarding Bach, a friend told us that along with to the baroque element of virtuosity and redundancy, his music contains the gothic element, with a more structural nature, and the conceptual one; concluding, he said that even if accustomed with Bach’s music, or possibly for this reason, we sure hear less than what it really contains. The same feeling of seeing less of what they contain is experienced when we are in front of Ceal Floyer’s works and in fact, in spite of the dry and cool aeshetic limiting these works, when we try to translate them in words, for every idea that we are able to put on paper, many others seem to go away in all directions.
In defiance of the retinic minimalism inside which Ceal’s thought reveals itself, it is excessive of that kind of excess shaped by the analytic obsession that brings logic to crash against the absurdity of parodox, that, to be precise, differs from non-sense.
In the work “Hysteria” Ceal has multiplied the adhesive shape of bird we find sometimes in public places to make window panes visible, transforming it in a mad flock that covers his same reason of being (the effet covers the cause).
Once Ceal told a story: “A woman walks into a bar, goes up to the barman, and asks him for a double entendre. So he gives her one”. Ceal behaviour with words is the same of Duchamp with real objects: she hangs them in the metaphysic place of atelier. About her work Ceal has said: “It’s like mentionning the obvious but in a different tone of voice”.
In this sense Ceal’s work is life-sized for his scale, but more in relation his essence that could be thought like a re-discovery of ordinary life.
Language and its irreducibility to the visible are central problems in Ceal’s work, the artist compares her effort to fill the place left empty from the lost similitude between words and things with Sisif’s fatigue. Ceals tends to force the language bars like a barrier of our ability to think things, revealing an unexpected way to see the same things, indifferent to the common place. We could also say that Ceal goes into the no-place of language to get up at materiality the words sleeping on their nature of signs. The objects, ready-made, that Ceal handles, are – by no chance – close to the idea of universals that philosophy gives us; think of to bucket of “Bucket” or of the light-switch of “Light Switch”, or again of the bulb of “Light Bulb”. The problem of universals is that to give to real objects an ontological essence.
Wittgenstein stated that we learn words in some contexts, thereafter, we are able to understand when they can be appropriately used in other contexts and projected again in other ones using secondary and methaphorical meanings. To keep an universal, to understand a word, is not simply to learn a sign or a song, but it is to understand that it refers to a object or better it mentions the complex of common characters of objects limited by the extention of a object. When we affirm that to know is not to see or to show, but to interpret, we refer to this ability of projection in different contexts, as much language can be elastic and tolerant, we mean that object, activity or event have to induce or to allow this projection.
The structure of language is made so elastic by Ceal’s cultural practice that it transforms itself in persistence and variation, simultaneousness and changeability, allowing us to extract order from ordinary, absolut from contingent, universal from particular.
For her second solo show at pinksummer Ceal Floyer will present a sound installation built on all interpretations she finds in the market of the “Goldberg Variations” by Bach. The “Goldberg Variations” move from a popular tune that Bach declined, in 77 minutes for harpsichord, touching the most abstract, conceptual, and refined forms. Bach used to say that he composed music for the glory of God, implying that he found the divine also in the most simple and ordinary things.
The second work to be shown at pinksummer is ”Helix”. Helix is a plastic shape carved with circles of different diameter: large, medium, small, very small. For every hollow circle of Helix, Ceal found an ordinary object, like smarties box, a telephone coin, a pen, that perfect fits into the diameter.

Ceal Floyer

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At the end of a dinner we were eating a fresh pineapple, when a friend, pretending to state a small, simple truth, said that eating a pineapple is something that gives the impression of being good. In fact pineapple can be enjoyed without causing guilt complexes: it has a nice shape, its juicy yellow is aesthetically agreeable, it tastes good, it gives a fresh feeling and it also seems to be detoxifying.
The comparison may seem risked if not delirious, but contemplating a work by Ceal Floyer transmits the same feeling to make feel good: her works not only are complete and perfect as a syllogism, but also produce the watcher a reflectionæthat could be assimilated to a sort of passive exercise for the brain.
Floyer rummages in the density of the obvious, she rinses it from every sort of relativism, reducing it to the essential, the idea or the universal, and then she rolls up the refined bundle of classical logic, like an inverse process, she re-names that obvious, she re-defines it, revealing the infinite latitudes and longitudes of thought, its indefinite and hermeneutic phenomenology and also its perverse and fictional side. It is not language representing reality, but reality that purifies itself to become the image of language.
The relation between sign and meaning sometimes becomes so intimate that the meaning lives in its referent. Other times Floyer, ignoring convention, dismantles signs, reiterating them to draw an unexpected aesthetic and decorative vein, often she flirts with double meanings. However every work has a meaning, perhaps an excess of meaning.
This sort of coincidence or absolute non-coincidence results in Floyer’s works showing, under the thin veil of irony, a smooth, beautiful body: they are works which let themselves being described, but interpretations slide over them. There are no wrinkles where parasites might nest. Sometime these works make you smile, but it is neither trick nor magic, unless, of course, you don’t consider intelligence as magic – since this is what we are talking about.
Nothing is as perceiving the obvious, giving it a new identity, moving toward its essence, or from what has been the established convention, to help breaking with habits; habits paralyzing thought with their fake reassurances without protecting us from the hits of fate and, on the contrary, making us even more hapless and vulnerable.
If our thoughts were more athletic, perhaps the ‘island of fame’ would sink with its celebrities, and also if good government should remain an utopia, at least we could long for a good government.
Let’s not say, then, that the art, every kind of art, is abstract and intellectual, because the abstract, if not the absurd, stays elsewhere, often in what we define as normality.
Ceal Floyer, at her third solo show at Pinksummer’s, shall exhibit two new works, other being available upon request.

Italo Zuffi – Zuffi, Italo

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Press release as a conversation between Italo Zuffi, Luca Trevisani and pinksummer

Luca Trevisani: Italo, your exhibition seems like an exhibition about reception, about audience. About the audience and the relationships that somebody else’s glance activates, when it lays down on an artist and his work.

Italo Zuffi: The exhibition should contain both the elements of reception and audience. A group performance structured in function of the word, of a couple of sentences launched in the final moments of the action: here, the public inside the gallery will be able to participate in a similar way to the one that, for example, determines the percentage of appreciation in TV programs (data that are sent to different centers physically distant). In another work, which consists in the audio trace of the opening of a recent exhibition by Eva Marisaldi, the public will instead get prepared for a reception in immersion, overlapping the presence and the behaviors of another public.

LT: Yesterday, while in train, I read two sentences, in two different books, these:

“The artist must be isolated, because only in such way he can become responsible for his gesture, without having to look for a general support.”

“Out there was an ‘actual reality’. The state of the universe changes – he once asked himself – if a mouse sees it?”

It reminds me of the story of the tree that falls in a forest, but nobody records anything, so, in some way, perhaps it is like it never happened…

IZ: The recording of a an event, even in its more algid and detached forms, is potentially always ambivalent, being able to re-activate a unitary and realistic image, or to generate a manipulated one. The level of responsibility the artist takes on, is also related to these two options. Regarding the question about isolation, certainly also what remains isolated is subjected to forms of recording, perhaps more localized and less methodical. I think that getting isolated, “getting out”, is useful especially to maintain autonomy and propositivity. Not meaning “isolation” like a withdrawal in the desert – I do not see it as a gesture determined by vanity, but indeed as a simple exercise through which it is possible to control what to leave outside and what, instead, to take inside.

LT: Are Italo Zuffi for the Italian audience and Italo Zuffi translated into English the same thing in different languages, or two different ways to pose, two different selections for two different looks? Or, rather, must the Italian artist be translated for abroad? And, for translating, I mean modulating/modeling for a distant glance… if he does not do so, does he risk not to be understood?

IZ: Usually translation is faced with the idea of “What will be lost?”. But to undergo alterations is inevitable inside the actual swapping frenzy, of acquaintances of always new linguistic and behavioral structures. And it is not useful to ask ourselves if this is the cause of a weakening compared to the “original” version. Anyway, on the elements of the clothing for the performance at pinksummer, both versions will appear: the one for the Italian market and the one that aspires to be on an international horizon. Regarding your question: for sure Italians are able to quickly understand the environment around, they have, in this sense, a phenomenal glimpse. Sometimes they use it to create chameleonic modalities, of a presumed adaptation, although later on you can notice this reaction was just temporary and superficial. Anyhow, I think that only few Italian artists have decided to translate in a permanent way their activity to get settled abroad for good. However, I think that the more intense looks and effects are produced exactly in front of forms which cannot be totally translated/transmitted.

pinksummer: Luca makes us think of Barilla pasta that can be found abroad in supermarkets: the same, but different. Is it possible to modulate ourselves for a distant look? What do you mean? A recent exhibition of Italian art abroad was titled the “Italian Syndrome”. Syndrome is a word introduced by Hippocrates to indicate a complex of symptoms where each one of them alone hasn’t got a particular meaning, but that, together with the others, creates a clinic recognizable case history. The exhibition included some forty Italian artists born between the 70s and the 80s, but the aim was to focus on the anomaly of the Italian way towards contemporary art, exclusively based on an individual initiative and on the incapacity/impossibility to create a system, or, rather, on our fantasy to make this impossibility systemic. It has worried us that the internationalization of Italian art would take on such characteristics. In a different, but similar way, it surprised us that Sofia Coppola in “Somewhere” would acknowledge to the Italian TV system the capacity to raise on an international level as a carrier of absence towards any value which is not an ass or a tit.

LT: The comparison with pasta is effective. Mediterranean diet is known and appreciated, besides that, for its intrinsic value, for the “narration” it has been object of, that has made it famous, requested, appreciated… The Italian artist has nothing to envy to the artist of another country, quality is not missing and never was, what I call narration – I cannot find another term – is missing. Italian art is not more complicated, weak, self-reflective or useless than the one born and raised abroad, and neither it lacks of specificity. What is missing is the ability to tell… The recently exported Italian has been able to transform the stereotype of cunning into a logo, otherwise he tells histories of the South of the Grand Tour… and of spaghetti eaten with hands. It seems like only in this way it is possible to get the most attention, and not through the not completely translatable/transmissible forms Italo is talking about…

pinksummer: For sure titling the exhibition Zuffi, Italo we are beyond the idea of an Italian syndrome, you denounce an actual pathology.

LT: Italo, you have divided your work into three areas of interest: architecture, competition, trembling. Thinking at this exhibition, but also in general, I would say that everything traces back to competition, meant as a possible relationship with the world: so architecture is the thing that manages the boundary between the inside and the outside, and trembling is the visualization of the tensions between the inside and the outside… I remember blind astronomic observers that do not see, walks that describe liquid perimeters, name of artists put in a competition as in the game of the tower… mine is not an interpretation, it is a provocation… a spur… what do you answer?

IZ: I like the analysis you do of the three ‘categories’, it’s striking: architecture as an edge, as a spatial limit, and trembling as an episode linked to the activities (often competitive) that happen around this border. I wanted to divide ‘somatically’ my works: actually, their allocation in those areas does not subtract them from belonging from a unique place/horizon. And, although not imposing to tend to a particular direction, the role played by the ‘competition’ has increasingly got stronger. I can interpret this tendency (both analyzing my single case and a broader scene – the result does not change) as the answer to a rather explicit stance of the artist, who uses reactive forms in answer to something that was obstructing/obstructs a full domain on his action.

LT: From what you say it seems like the category “competition” helps you finding a relationship with what is outside, with what happens in the world. It appears like one of the thousand strategies used by the artist to understand what he does, and therefore what he is, in the dialogue: there is the artist who does the curator, the one who writes articles, the teacher, the educator… all activities not at all new, but that in the last years seem necessary to the artist to feel complete, to see himself from the outside… to see which position he holds in the world, and from there to start again. It seems to me that your idea of competition is also this, an occasion to create and/or measure repetitions, to understand who and where he is at, in other words: it is a mirror.

IZ: I mean ‘competition’ especially in relation to specific questions that the artist asks, like “What am I working on now? What am I inventing now? What is the relationship between freedom and truth in my practice?”. Generally, what I like looking at in artists is the research for a clarification towards our position/role. At the same time, I believe that the increase of more ‘rigid’ formulations in our works (alternatively or together with the ‘normal’ studio practice), essentially comes from a declaration of weakness. The performance that I will present in Genoa will, in this sense, try to create an image that reminds environments where hierarchies live, but where a credible story about our work is almost absent. But, this last aspect is part of a shared incapacity: both the artists and their speakers have not been able to clearly set boundaries and criterions of that story. We both got lost in the barbarism of given orders, received orders, indulged orders.

pinksummer: About stories, missing or missed narration, do you mean news or History? Regarding actual Italian art history, it seems like the dense chronicle is not able to fix the turn inside history. Francesco Bonami, in his catalogue of Italics affirms that, about the voids and omissions made by Giulio Carlo Argan, Italy has been the victim of his critical rigors. But, choosing and discerning for History doesn’t also mean to take on the responsibility to omit with an authoritative, more than authoritarian, thought? Isn’t the “weak and diffuse modernity” of present curatorial practice equally authoritarian and less responsible towards the future? Tell us about your exhibition, it moves from a personal, contingent history, both regarding one and the other project you will present, and nevertheless it seems to recall something much less intimate and relative.

IZ: The exhibition would like to be a snapshot of my actual practice, broken in two by underscores of presence and the development of a thought disconnected by any dynamic of the bunch. You refer to Bonami and that is fine for me, because Bonami’s name will materially appear in the exhibition as a memory/trace of an encounter, even if the exact object of my reflection is not him: his presence is only the allegory of something incurable that has conditioned, in these last years, both the selected and the excluded: because, while the first benefited from the happy climate of some parades, the others were not able to plan any valid alternative. The incapacity to use collaborative forms, which characterizes us, has done the rest. The scene, meanwhile, was becoming more and more international – ‘international’ not in the sense of compromised, but in the literal one of ‘open to the world’, with the impetuous forms of its macro-pressures. The question then becomes: the Italian artist, after having interpreted the narrator of some idea of rurality in the passage towards industrialism, what can now re-invent?

pinksummer: We would like to end the interview to Italo with an open question, even though we should consulate you/ourselves with Beckett’s words “Try again. Fail again, fail better” (and, regarding rurality, do you mean Arte Povera? Germano Celant has never excused himself for his omissions and voids. Also Achille Bonito Oliva never did it. It would have made no sense. And yet, they are not art historians, and even less curators. Critics, for exclusion: the art historian works on what exists and creates a narration, the curator cannot synthesize, he is inductive and not deductive. Regarding these three figures, the curator, a more recent one, ‘uses’ artists to create his own thought, that’s why Italo Zuffi becomes Zuffi, Italo) but let’s leave this, let’s fix what we have got. What if these two projects of yours that refer to other Italian galleries, to other Italian artists: Eva Marisaldi and Luca Trevisani for the project of the press release, are a metaphor of the Italian system of the much ado about nothing inside a family, the Family – perhaps.

LT: Italo, must the Italian artist reinvent himself or rediscover himself? Or just be more confident? I ask myself why we have not appreciated and exported the aces, the bigwigs, that have avoided to praise rurality, doing much more… In the oscillation of taste the spheres of Oiticica & friends always come first and only later Gruppo T, first Eliasson and then Colombo, first Posenenske and then Lo Savio… The legend (true or not) of Michelangelo Pistoletto not seduced by the Americans, doesn’t sell his soul to the devil and refuses to become a pop artist with a green card, after the fact, 30 years later, has taught us anything? And what? A historical, beautiful work by Ed Ruscha says “Hollywood is a verb”. A verb, a state of mind, a mirage. Not a place, because it is not possible to look at Hollywood with eyes, it is not inhabited with body, but with desire, or envy. Here, if Hollywood is a verb, also Italy is; we must stop pretending we don’t know. But what kind of verb is Italy?

IZ: I perceive the line that goes from rurality to industrial as a same unique progression, where disorientation and immoderate optimism are linked to each other. I believe, then, that there will be a recognition for all those that have been able to represent that transformation from one and the other of its extremes. But at this point we can really close, and we would like to cite a passage of the interview to Marisaldi that accompanies her last solo show in Milan (at Rusconi gallery, exhibition where the audio that will be amplified in Genova comes from): “Subterranean dimensions of reality. Discomfort of the rough fellow”. A discomfort whose origin has not been clearly said, and that I have felt free to read in at least two ways: the non-adherence to a social and political distressing scene; or, the non-adherence to an artistic scene that, in substance, does not seem to work for the concept of hospitality – without which, how would be possible to embody that mirage, that desired condition you talk about? The glue then, also in a familiar environment, remains the paradox.

Luca Vitone – Il volo del grifo

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Federico Rahola was born in Genova in 1966, he teaches Sociology of the Cultural Processes at the University of Genoa. This conversation between Federico Rahola and Luca Vitone for the press release has been asked by pinksummer.

Their friendship, some juvenile and other individual experiences of their paths seemed useful to us to elude a mere aesthetic sphere. Nevertheless, staying in a cultural ambit, from the talk between Vitone and Rahola, the inadequacy, or even the absence, of a cultural politics in Genoa, comes out. Or better, we of pinksummer would add, it seems that here, more and more, politics has stopped carrying out its main task, which is to indicate the guiding lines, ending up corroding the autonomy of curators or directors of museums. The results of “centripicity” are not exactly good. We believe that producing culture is not just hosting events or series of lectures. It means transparency regarding the division of budgets and purposes, it means giving curators the possibility to create an agenda. We hope, by the way, that when Sandra Solimano ends her mandate, the next director of Villa Croce Municipal Museum of Contemporary Art of Genoa will come out from a public competition not exclusively reserved to internal officers of the Municipality of Genoa, and that he will have a renewable contract, but on-term. Many young Italian curators have to go abroad to work. They are well-informed professionals that can come out from the invisibility without having unreasonable budgets.

Conversation between Luca Vitone and Federico Rahola

Federico Rahola: I think that the main different between us, regarding Genoa, is that I undergo geography, while you choose it. For what I am concerned, coming back to Genoa has never really been a choice, but the consequence of a competition and a free home. I wasn’t thinking of coming back.

Luca Vitone: Are you happy with this decision? How long have you been away?

F.R: More or less ten years.

L.V: Personally I have some qualms about the idea of coming back, having never received an invitation from a Genoese institution that obliged me to think about a return, I never thought of coming back. The idea of it seems to me like an interruption of a path. Coming back to Genoa, which I had left in 1984, seems to me from one side a return to some childhood confidences, I feel it like a turning back, a melancholic idea of abandonment of a research course. Nevertheless, the occasion of thinking of a solo show in Genoa after twenty years, and to present a work I had in mind from a long time, is in fact the sublimation of a return. The project is a portrait of the city that, despite the desire of distance, exerts on me a great attraction. For years I have been coming to Genoa only occasionally and always for a very short time. On the occasion of the exhibition Stundàio, in 2000, at Palazzo delle Esposizioni in Rome, I came back to Genoa with the idea of looking for, to examine it in an attempt of re-appropriation. Among the works on exhibit, there was also an itinerary that reached the homes of eminent Genoese people that, throughout the centuries, without forgetting it, had left the city to live in Rome.

F.R: I thought that Stundàu was another kind of work, an overlapping of mapping, I had thought of a projection of names and streets of Genoa on a map of Rome, like Canneto over Via Margutta and viceversa.

L.V: I had the intention to make a work on a place, anyone, to show its peculiar aspects, but at the end I chose Genoa because, knowing it well, I felt more confident in showing its characteristics and common places, like its meanness, or, if you prefer, parsimony, the past glory, the narrow streets, the creuze and the music. A polyphonic music a cappella for five voices that is called trallallero. That was in 2000, at that time I never spent more than two or three days in a row in the city. Leo, my son, was not born yet. On that occasion I spent in Genoa a few weeks, I wanted to see it again and understand which images excerpt for that exhibition project. Stundàu is a Genoese word that I found in an interview to Montale, a word that condenses inside it different shades of what could be called the attitude of the Genoese: a constant uncertainty that induces him to become presumptuous towards the world and that becomes frustration because the other does not see it, he does not know. This presumption is a sort of internal illusion that brings the grumbling, the mugugno (“Behaviour typical of pride and shyness mixed with suspiciousness. The daily practice of mugugno, a certain complex of inferiority towards the other, balanced with a sense of moral superiority”). Genoa is slow as Piovene writes. Towards the contemporary, the new, the future. It is hesitant, after all future itself cannot be a certainty. They are all truisms that reflect Genoa in the public imagery. Villa Croce is a museum since 1986, but nobody really knows much about it if there isn’t a relationship with the city; Gamec in Bergamo is much more visible, although Bergamo is a much smaller city than Genoa and with a less influent cultural and economic history. Slowness, in this case, becomes invisibleness.

F.R: Genoa is an example of enclave: from the outside people think at it as much smaller than it actually is, so when you say how many inhabitants it has, people do not believe it, it is perceived as Perugia and for sure smaller than Bologna. Of course it is not the same from the inside. But it is a city projected on a recent past, a past that always seems more lively than the present, in the ‘80s it was hard, with a dismantled industry, heroin. From the ‘90s many things have changed. Now it is felt like a beautiful and anachronistic city: “I love Genoa, I saw it briefly while taking the ferry”. There has been the movie by Winterbottom where it seemed to be in Marrakech. In 2010 Genoa is a discovery: 500 years after Columbus, Genoa becomes a beautiful city, a city to discover.

L.V: Genoa has had topic moments without ever forming a system, events keep staying apart from each other like islands, it is a very individualistic, oligarchic city: built by powerful families that never wanted to create a public place to represent the city. There is Palazzo Ducale, but it has never been meant for it to really represent the city. Also today, as a cultural centre, there is the feeling it does not follow an agenda.

F.R: Is it just this that Genoa lacks?

L.V: I see this because this is my sphere.

F.R: There are things happening, the city is quite vital.

L.V: Talking again about Bergamo, Cresci re-launched the Academy of Fine Arts with Vettese, Di Pietrantonio, Arienti, Piccolo, Daneri, Pioselli, Cavenago, Paci among others, also regarding this Genoa languishes. Good that from a few years there is Cesare (Viel), Fiorato, Benvenuto. Academies are good spies of the dynamicity of a city. Not by chance, some young artists that studied in Bergamo now start to be well known, I am thinking of Giovanni Oberti, Meris Angioletti, Luca Resta.

F.R:I was thinking at how the city was at the end of the Eighties. There have been moments when you and I have lived the last trickles, not the upward time. I remember the social centre Officina and the friends we used to hang out with there, those that soon would have left the city. A Diaspora. But, besides that centrifugal force, Genoa also has a centripetal history: what counts is what happens inside, not outside.

L.V: Regarding the individualism, it is possible to assume that Genoa is a ante litteram model. No civic representative place has been built, except for the religious one that was there before. On the contrary, in Milan, where the public place once had an important role, now everybody just thinks of its own interest, projects of public spaces systematically decay in the continuous postponement of their opening: The Fashion Museum, The Design Museum, the Museum of the Present, the Museum of Novecento. Everything is translated into an extreme delay compared to Europe, and the imagine of the city is always rescaled. Genoa, in this sense, is an unaware model that taught how not to lead a city. This looking inside its walls that generates invisibility. In Milan there is a discussion of projects that later decay, in Genoa there is no discussion of projects.

F.R: It’s this invisibility that makes it an exotic place, at least in Northern Italy. But, if Palermo is overexposed, the exoticism of Genoa comes from the fact it is unknown. Moreover, Genoa is exotic also because it has a strong migration presence in its centre, the historical centre, while in Milan as well as in the other cities, immigrants are shunted to the suburbs. The historical centre of Genoa has little to do with the other cities in the North, except Turin perhaps, and people that live in it are not the one you would expect to find. Winterbottom, with a look from the very outside, sees it as a city of Maghreb.

L.V: In the ‘70s, in the cinematographic and televisional imaginary, the historical centre of Genoa was that of a gloomy place, devoted to illegality. I remember a movie by Zinnemann (“The Day of the Jackal”), in which a killer who had to make an attempt on Charles de Gaulle’s life arrives in Genoa and buys fake documents and a smuggled weapon in Sotto Ripa. The archway is for its nature a borderline, collusive environment.

F.R: Another peculiarity of Genoese people is a geographical hypersensitivity towards the city, an obsessive attention to any insignificant change. Genoese people do not accept an imagine that is not iconographical correct. Milan, for example, is inhabited by eight hundred people, but is mainly based on the ones that commute, the most of the population is diurnal, while unfortunately just who resides there rules. And it is anyway a iconoclast city. Here, if Carlo Felice Theater changes the shade of grey, Genoese people chain up.
Since the ‘50s also Milan had a strong popular presence in the centre, in Brera and Navigli for instance, then, with the speculative wave, these areas have been progressively reclaimed from the working class presence. In the ‘80s also in Genoa there was the idea to re-project the historical centre, but luckily the project has bumped into some structural limits: many houses are dark at lower floors and therefore not attractive, this led to the possibility to live in the centre with equitable prices. The historical centre of Genoa has such peculiar characteristics that allows it to keep on being inhabited by the under class, and hardly will it be museificated. Think at Via Prè: although there was an investment on it, it will never be Boccadasse. So there has been the invention of the floating city, all fake, in front of the real one.
Then, since the historical centre is very large, if an area gets revaluated, another one gets devalued, as it is happening in Via della Maddalena. It is like in the Amazonian Forest: you find your way through a machete, but nature grows again behind you as soon as you are passed. The history of the place prevails on any other speculative rationality.
Let’s get back to your work about Genoa.

L.V: As I was saying before, it is a portrait of the city, a video. An aerial image that starts from the West and goes until East. A vision of the fabric of the city seen from the sea, a long vision, that seems endless, that starts from Voltri to arrive to Nervi. A city laid down on the sea. Two parallel lines of the horizon: a boundary between the houses and the sea, underneath, and the line that separates the mountains on their back and that do not allow any urban expansion, the sky, over. A journey on the sea, for more than 20 km, a horizontal editing that rebuilds the structure of the city. Then it goes up on the hills, at the right of Monte Fasce, it goes inside a bare, inhabited surrounding, almost wild, mostly without trees, rocky with extended grass surfaces. A remote place just behind the city. There is a fifer playing, with a Ligurian pipe, a longing piece from the folk tradition, a poem to the city, something that does not anymore exist or that is not recognizable, something unpredictable. The video lasts 5 minutes and 27 seconds. There are two tracks: the helicopter and the pipe. It is longing as the idea of picturesque, it is part of a memory that doesn’t exist anymore, but that we would like to live again. It is a coming back to the place of a idealized childhood.

F.R: Idealized, but not in a picturesque way: picturesque is going to Provence looking for the landscape of Cézanne’s paintings, it is when the image of something prevails on the thing itself.

L.V: It is seeing places as we have imagined them.

F.R: Putting on the place your idea of the place. Saudade, it is called in Rio de Janeiro.

L.V: The video starts with the sound of the helicopter that later is replaced, fading with the sound of the fifer, the vibration of the blades gets lost on the mountainous outlines of the hinterland and comes back at the end to go on until the image gets dark. I was thinking at this work for a long time, about ten years, at the beginning I wanted to use a tongue twister as a dedication to the city. The pipe has come later when, with you (Pinksummer and Anna Daneri) we were thinking at the project I wanted to realize for the Plastic Gardens, and it is from there that I revised it. Throughout the years the work has changed: as I said before, at the beginning there wasn’t a fifer but a human voice, a tongue twister. It makes me think of the exhibition at Pinta (Genova, 1988), which was my very first solo show in a gallery, that was pervaded by a need of iconoclasm towards places. It was my first reflection on what the places that we inhabit are, the absence of roots; the photocopies I used in that show underlined the depersonalization of the place. I needed to make a tabula rasa, also linguistic, regarding the coloured emotion of the ‘80s. In the ‘90s we looked at Minimalism to get away from Salvo, Ontani, Cucchi, to stem their wave of colour. But my generation has been a fragile one. Then there were few opportunities, exhibitions, for how they were organized, today seem antique to us, there were no prizes, grants, or productions. The first institutional exhibition of our generation was in Prato in ’91, curated by Grazioli, with Martegani, Moro, Arienti, Catelani, De Lorenzo. Then, in ’94, there was the one in Rivoli curated by Pasini and Verzotti, and among others there were Moro, Arienti, Beecroft, Cattelan, Airò, Viel. At that time there wasn’t the same generational relationship of continuity, there wasn’t the continuity that there can be today between Luca Trevisani and me, we know and esteem each other.

F.R: Maybe this also depends on the generational crushing, a sort of compression that exists also in other social spheres, I am thinking of the decreased distance between parents and children.

L.V: Perhaps. It depends, I think, mostly on the fact that our generation has started to teach. Then, most of the teachers, those that were our professors, were just teachers and not working artists. The generations of Cucchi, Kounellis, Ontani, Clemente, Anselmo, never taught in academies, and when they did, it was never in Italy. Just Fabro in Milan. Because of bureaucratic reasons, and for an unhealthy management of didactics, academies, in the Eighties, had created a void. In the next decade, from Garutti on, many professionally visible artists have started to teach. Abroad, in the most important schools, this didactic role of the artists has never been interrupted, and it has promoted a generation of artists..
We are a generation of autodidacts. We have learnt on field how to prepare a show, how to present a work to a gallerist or to a curator, how to think a catalogue. You can look at the publications of those years to get an idea. In Italy, until the ‘70s, there was a number of institutions that worked well, and had relations on a European level, for example Palma Bucarelli in Rome, GAM in Bologna: institutions that were run in a similar way to the other European ones; then there has been an institutional breakdown. After the Beaubourg was born things have slightly improved, and we have lost time. Just during the last 15 years the situation has improved, with Turin as a centre for the contemporary and then MART, MADRE, Mambo, MAXXI, Ratti, Spinola Banna…Now we teach how to set up an exhibition, how to relate with galleries, curators, the production of the work, the assignors, and so now we can speak of a strategy of a system. We were raised in idealism, we thought the idea was enough.

F.R: Yours/ours is not quite even identifiable as generations, but as small situations that have emerged; now is the attempt to institutionalize them. Anyway, I wanted to ask you a couple of things about the video. The first is about the fifer: what does the magic fifer takes away? And then, the tracking shot is horizontal, which has to be flattened through length, so it is a vision of Genoa which is only possible from outside, because it is impossible from the inside. It is possible to see Genoa in its length only from the sea, as if it were impossible to create a unitary narration from the inside, and so, maybe, its invisibility comes from this.

L.V: I never thought about it, it’s true… and what is your reading of this?

F.R: First of all Genoa is a urban invention of Fascism, and then there is a strong narcissism of differences, like if you are from Sampierdarena you say “I go to Genoa”, and not “to the centre”. This length is the only direction the city has got, a bowel of earth with two lines: the Aurelia and the Circonvallazione, and so when you are inside that bowel you don’t have the feeling that the city could be so long. It is a cartographical way of seeing the city, you always have narrow-gauged points.

L.V: A cartographical representation that is difficult to recognize when you see it from the sea. I would say this work unconsciously leads back to my first exhibition at Pinta, when I had showed a planimetry in scale 1:1 of the gallery itself, on the floor. As I was saying before, it represented the lack of relationship between us and the place; its duplication underlined its loss. In this last work there is maybe the attempt to give back the image of the city, but in this sense this attempt fails because the place is still unrecognizable. I come back to the starting point. Genoa hides itself behind this musical instrument that is and is not there, a “magic” pipe, an unobtainable archaeological object of a dying species material culture. I don’t think a museum owns a copy of it. I have come to know the Ligurian pipe, or of the 4 provinces, through Tralallero and Stefano Valla in particular.

Luca Vitone – Per l’eternità

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In her article devoted to the 55th Venice Biennale, published by ” The Wall Street Journal” on June 18th, the art historian Barbara Rose writes about the Italian Pavilion: “Given that Italy is the host country of the Biennale , it is an insult to its artists that the management displaced them from their main pavilion in the gardens, crowding them into the most remote spaces at the end of the Arsenale to transform what was the Italian pavilion into the international exhibition curated keynote ( … ) “.
We have chosen this quotation to open the press release of Luca Vitone’s second solo show at pinksummer, an exhibition that shares its title with Per l’eternità, the achromatic and mono-olfactory sculpture based on rhubarb – or more exactly rhubarbs – created in collaboration with the master perfumer Maria Candida Gentile, that has thoroughly permeated the air of the Italian pavilion at the Venice Biennale and sometimes even its surroundings.
The smell, dynamic and ambivalent, is considered by the artist an anamnestic portrait of Eternit, the versatile and odor-free building material, that, in spite of its name, coming from the Latin word aeternitas (eternity), has caused so much and too much death in Italy because of the inhalation of its fibrous minerals particles, especially in Casale Monferrato, where the Eternit plant was located. Hence the project’s title Per l’eternità (To Eternity) and the idea of ??creating an invisible piece after Luca Vitone’s previous reflection on monochrome painting, based on the gist of an anti-pigment made from those pollutant powders floating in the air, which are both material and formal cause of his paintings.
On June 3rd of the current year, a few days after the opening of Venice Biennale, the Court of Appeal of Turin has sentenced the Swiss billionaire Stephan Schmidheiny, co-owner of the Eternit plant in Casale Monferrato, to 18 years jailing, together with Jean-Louis Marie Ghislain de Cartier de Marchienne, who died a few days before the judgment on May 21st in his villa in Belgium. The trial against the Eternit owners started in the Palace of Justice in Turin in 2009, following a class-action lawsuit after the death of about 3000 people, including citizens and factory workers, caused by the exposure to asbestos.
At pinksummer, the kaleidoscopic approach performed by Luca Vitone with his project Per l’eternità will take the form of a very delicate video made of voice and landscape , in which the violence of a collective trauma is dematerialized in the words of a woman, who tells about her strange fear of the wind. The still and horizontal landscape seems like a face portrayed by the fixity of a thought, within which the thrill of life feels like a mere accident. The other main piece of Genoa exhibition is a monochrome that subsumes, almost as an antithesis to the delicacy of the video, the symbolically heavy clutter of a prematurely archaeological memory, made remote, sterile and somehow appealing by an appropriate material enclosure.We started this press release with Barbara Rose’s quotation from “The Wall Street Journal” to denounce how the lack of foresight of contemporary Italy is also present in the miserable support given by the country to its artists. Italy, a country which marginal political and cultural situation is clearly represented within the geographic microcosm sample of nations featured at Giardini and Arsenale by the Venice Biennale. Barbara Rose continues her article claiming that the marginal condition in which the Italian artists are presented, confined to the Giardino delle Vergini, is particularly unfortunate, considering that , according her personal judgment, one of the best installation of the entire Biennale is that of Marco Tirelli.
Unlike European and non-European countries, that have always conferred to their national pavilion a symbolic value, metaphorically but also in terms of economy, not only as an investment but also as a profit, Italy and its curators does not tend to optimize the always scantier resources poured in the larger (Beatrice , Sgarbi) or smaller (Pietromarchi) pool of the group show.
Bartolomeo Pietromarchi, the curator of Italian pavilion, to overcome the curtailment of ministerial funds for visual arts allotted to the Venice Biennale, has adopted a crowd funding strategy. The names of all the people who supported his exhibition “Vice-Versa”, according to the indistinctive way of collectivism, were mentioned on a board at the entrance of the Pavilion and on the catalogue. Those who have supported – and here we thank them again for their invaluable help – the curatorial project of Pietromarchi choosing to support the environmental installation of Luca Vitone were omitted in the crowd funding list, which democratically included 5 euro donors too, and marginalized by being mentioned in the caption of the work. A discriminating distinction that is indeed hard to understand.
Also, the supporters of Luca Vitone’s project for the Italian Pavilion, except those who usually receive their invitation from the Biennale Foundation, were invited to the official opening of the exhibition just by the Latin American Pavilion, where Luca Vitone was admitted as requested by its curators who offered the production of one of his works.
Speaking about the artist’s position from a cultural point of view, we would like to mention Renato Barilli” on “L’Unità”: ”Luigi Ghirri when coupled with Luca Vitone, cannot crush him, even by using his photographic skill, because of the distinction between the professionals who use the photographic lens for reportage and those who use photography as a conceptual medium. As a matter of fact, Vitone could use postcards, diagrams, sententious writings with the same effect.”
Sticking to the old Italian fatalism, we conclude by asserting that it could have been worse.

Luca Vitone and pinksummer thank the people who supported Luca Vitone’s project “Per L’Eternità” for the Italian Pavilion at 55th Venice Biennale:
AGI Verona; Francesco Berti Riboli, Genova; Dena Foundation for Contemporary Art, Parigi; Fondazione Sambuca, Palermo; Andrea Fustinoni e Fabio D’Amato, Santa Margherita Ligure (GE); Eva e Alessandro Nieri, Fucecchio (FI).
Thanks to: Anna Maria Amato Falcone, Francesco Berti Riboli, Antonella Berruti, Gerardo Cejas, Fabio D’Amato, Paolo Falcone, Giorgio Fasol, Andrea Fustinoni, Roberta Garufi, Daniele Gasparinetti, Maria Candida Gentile, Marco Giammona, Rossella Giammona, Loredana Gintoli, Alessandro Nieri, Massimo Palazzi, Francesca Pennone, Eva Perini Nieri, Bruno Pesce, Giuliana Setari Carusi, Cristiana Stona, Angela Tenca, Gianni Villa, Maria Villa, Leo Vitone.

In particular we thank contributors of the studio: Floriana Giacinti, Elvio Manuzzi, Giovanni Oberti.

Cesare Viel

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Press-release

Cesar Viel (Torino 1964) presents at pinksummer an exhibition composed of two distinguished projects. “Diario contemporaneo” (contemporary journal), a work in progress featuring 41 drawings of the same format, in which the artist reproposes and edits various images taken from the omnivorous flow of national and international news reports, published on daily papers and magazines. Very rarely the drawings are presented by themselves as most of the times Viel accompany the images with a sentence handwritten in his calligraphy. Beside the theatre of the image, he adds that of the word, enhancing the relationship/clash between the two languages.
There where the image is presented as an objective fact, words intervene by marking the emotional path in which the image is meant to be channeled, they direct its reading, or, more in depth, its perception itself. Sometimes words are actual descriptive captions, other they are sentences drawn from Susan Sontag, Virginia Woolf, Peter Brook or Paul Auster. The handwriting evoke the diary, the subjectivity that rethinks the world and, willing or not, destructures and restructures it.
The message is clear, precise, without frills, simple and reflexive, somehow political. The twine between visual and verbal representation is a distinctive feature of Cesar Viel’s work and also connotes the other work presented by the artist at pinksummer for the first time. The sculpture called “Aladdin has been captured” is equipped with an audio track to evoke the eponymous performance presented at “Fuori Uso” in Pescara and later in Milan. During the performance, Viel, locked up for hours in a cage, was reading and writing down the tarots response to be given to the audience: therefore, captured, he entertained the audience and himself by playing the fortune teller.
Conversation with Cesar Viel

Pinksummer: The practice of associating images and words seems to be central in your work, moving from their incompatibility. Perhaps what we see cannot be told, not because words are inadequate to describe things, but simply because you know that words and things are not connected. The place of the language is not what eyes see, but what is defined by syntax. Language is a male principle, it is what distinguish the knowing process, it is not seeing, but interpreting. In “Diario” do you decompose and recompose the image according to the rules of a subjective taxonomy?

Cesar Viel: The disconnection between images and words, their movement on different layers and their mutual interaction are recurring distinctive features of my work. It is a destructuring and restructuring practice that intrigues me because it reveals a total productive division: the awareness of the disconnection between the two languages can generate the desire of a relationship between the parts with none of the two overwhelming the other and no destruction of diversities. It is when you realize that figures don’t add up that you start figuring out something. The work that I show in gallery, “Diario contemporaneo”, is first of all an infinite entertainment. It starts from October 2002 and arrives until January 2004, but it is actually an endless work: it will still continue across the time. So far there are 41 drawings on paper sharing the same format (29,7 x 42 cm.). The identical size of the drawings is the first rule that I have chosen in order to produce this “work in progress”. Then, the choice of black and white (only sometimes there is color, always red) and of a precise contour, neat, marked like that one of the writing paths. The chosen images derive from photographs published on daily paper, weeklies publications and magazines. Beside each image, there is the handwritten writing of one or more sentences acting as the captions published beside the photos on the newspapers pages do. Crucial for the development of this “Diario” is the structural relationship between image and sentence. On the printed paper, images “speak” to the reader through the given captions. The only apparently denoting purpose of the sentence indicates the way we should “read” the image. The published sentence affects the image, betrays it, twist it, justifies it, etc. My “Diario” aims to face this aspect of the everyday visual communication that submerges us. The mutual use and the abuse mutual abuse we make, and made to us, of the visual language and the verbal one. We cannot escape this structural “cage”, but we can try to play with it, to locate it in a different scene and to let it “speak” other voices and other tones. The sentences that I put beside or below the drawings belong, sometimes, to the category of “denoting” caption, other times they come from another category of discourse and they can be fragments of thought by authors such as Susan Sontag, Paul Auster, Virginia Woolf, Adolf Loos, Peter Brook. This way, the range of possible readings and observations of the images is made wider just by depriving the caption of its pretension of descriptive compatibility and by increasing to the level of “division” between text and image. At the same time, just because of that division though, eventually the image get closer to us in emotional terms. This is why the title “Diario contemporaneo” refers to a subjective element.

P: The generic ego typical of Sixties conceptual art, more focused on the process than the accomplished work, challenged the concept of authorship by dematerializing the work. Even by recovering that raw and tough rational stance, you and many other artists of your generation have brought the concept of author back and with it that one of emotionality.

C.V: From conceptual art I have inherited the awareness that no instrument we might use is innocent or neutral, being the result of a cultural construction, a linguistic process, that is eventually shown and revealed. At the same time, that purification, the conceptual dematerialization of the art, has finally produced the desire and the awareness of its contrary: the intervention on impure, cumbersome and not dismissible aspects of identity, of reality and of everybody’s emotionality. There are voices, feelings, conflicts and limits to the flexibility of bodies (as Foucault said). There is the impossibility of a complete of the vaporization of the ego, the unavoidable and strong relationship between me and you, the attraction of the dialogue between the individuals. In my generation, all this has produced the tendency to face an art capable of multiple views, personal and complex, anonymous and characterized at the same time. A view holding together the drift and the concentration of the ego. A subjectivity not strictly meant in autobiographic terms, not devoted to be removed by a supposed “neutral” practice, but that is able to consider its position and the conditions of its existence. To me, same assumptions apply to the practice of the performance too.

P: For the exhibition invitation you chose the image of David’s Death of Marat. The art historian Carlo Giulio Argan claims that in the case of David, neoclassicism assumes an ethical stance rather than a poetical one. They say that David often went to visit the condemned while they were taken to the guillotine and he portrayed them with a few lines of extreme intensity. Among those portraits the only left is the one by Maria Antonietta. Talk about this choice, please.

C.V: First of all I have chosen this image because I like it very much. It comes from the revolution: a moment when opposite elements mingle and cross each other, life and death, enthusiasm and desperation, happiness and pain. I did not choose it because some nostalgic formalistic desire or a mere provocative stance, but for the possible twines with my works: the complex relationship with contemporary social events (after all David has been the first political artist-reporter of modernity); its clear awareness of the staged relationship between theatre, image and writing (Marat still holds a letter in his left hand and a pen in his right hand, the ink pot and another letter are clearly visible on the wooden basement showing the dedication and the signature, two names, the of the portrayed and that of the author); the relationship between the violence of the crime, of the fact, and the rigor of the drawing; the presence of a political body and the dry mode of the composed language adopted to show it. To me, all this provokes a profound mental emotion and it is very contemporary, even though the painting is abysmally far away in time. To be more precise, 211 years are gone since such a secular and “contemporary” work was painted. Also, it is true, I am interested in dealing with the ethical aspect of our relationship with the visible, even though do not like to declare it For me ethics has to be above all an emotion, a consequence of behavior, not a program.

P: The drawings you will present at pinksummer seem to us some sort trompe-l’oeil, as a matter of fact are organized around an object, the report, but such an object is organized around to your gaze. Nancy asserts that to paint, to draw, is to exit yourself, from the eye exit the gaze, the eye’s view, and it its because of it that the subject becomes subject. The portrait is the endless expansion of the one, it is not by chance that this project potentially endless is called diary, isn’t diary a literary self-portrait?

C.V: I move from the report of the present time to obtain a possible contemporary iconography, by forcing the images to tell something else and the form of diary allows me to avoid the production of any hierarchy of values or contents. The horizontal and public criterion of such a diary project actually ends up in a denial of the idea of diary as private self-portrait. So, if a self-portrait emerges, I am not aware of it, and that is perhaps an anonymous and pluralistic self-portrait.

P: Again Nancy asserts that portrait exists in absentia, meaning that it is made in order to conserve the presence, it is built on the idea of likeness and ricognizability, which differs from idea of the copy or reproduction in terms of approximation ratio. While evoking, the portrait makes immortal, which means escape death. Why did you feel the need of taking out of the flow these facts, to present them ins the same décor, independently from value and matter?

C.V: Initially I felt the desire to draw these images, these news, in order to transform them, to take them out of something, I do not know if to save them from death (this is already an ethical goal and I do not feel like to declare it). Anyway, it is clear that setting them up as pages from a dismembered diary, they stand apart the information flow to find themselves in a context that makes them still recognizable but different, fragmented and most of all fragile, because necessarely devoted to a careless use. All the images turn out to be what they are: means used for whichever aim, capable to mean anything according to the most various intentions. This is their extraordinary power and “tenderness”. This project of mine is endless because I think that endless is the subjective desire to give a context to the reproduced images surrounding us every day.

P: Beside “Diario” you will present at pinksummer a sculpture, that reminds of a performance in which you were reading tarots in a cage and playing the fortune teller. A representation of the representation. Tell us about this sculpture and the performance and also tell us more about the performance as a practice, an exercise within your work.

C.V: The sculpture “Aladino è stato catturato” has the same title of the performance from which has sprung as an ironic and uncanny double. During the performance (presented for the first time in 2000 at “Fuori Uso” in Pescara, later presented again in April 2003 on the occasion of the first public event organized and promoted by the Associazione Ida, Isola dell’Arte, to which I participate in defense of the building Stecca in Milan, risking demolition because of a very questionable urbanistic project) I was sitting in a wooden crate-cage for several hours, reading and interpreting tarots and recording on paper those unlikely and awkward sentenced told by cards. The fairytale-like topic (Aladdin, the magical lamp, the flying carpet) was a pretext to face ironically the condition of a subject who, finding himself literally caged, has momentarily lost his own force and, to kill time, try to find a possible solution in the contradictory responses given by the cards. The action of reading and the psychic writing, the presence of a body exposed to the gaze of others, the presence of the others around the cage and the perceptive destabilization due to the apparent normality of my condition of captive, were the elements at stake in this performance. However, I felt very soon that the energy sprung from that action did not mean to stop with the end of the performance, there was an obstinate part that did not accept to be “locked up” and resolved in the dimension of the performance, hence the need of making a sculpture: an independent work. Now this performance has found its positioning and definitive form. As I have pointed out in a previous answer, for me the practice of performance is important just because it allows to face in its concrete reality the delicate aspect of the spatial and relational quality of a subject. Synthetically I can say that inside of my work the practice of performance is a fundamental moment to test languages and issues related to the exposure of subjectivity and identity among other human presences. It is a matter of public sharing an intensely emotional moment that becomes political too, in the widest sense of the term.

P: Angela Vettese in an article published on Il Sole 24 Ore in 1998 told about “misfortune” of the young Italian artists asserting that even the most promising among the young ones perish in absence of the deserved acknowledgment. According to the author, the causes can be determined by the Italian financial position, too poor compared to rich countries, too rich compared to the poor ones; for the lacking structures “and even though present, ruled by small local egotism and normal ignorance”; but, most of all, she connected the issue to the prevailing love of formalism, that by making Italian fashion and design great, has never helped the Italian artists: “seen from abroad, the goal of making up a form out of a thought appears often a sign of low attention to the content”. Finally in that article, she asserted that in Italy” the “old artists”, afraid of losing their position, block the road to their students”. You teach at the fine arts academy in Genoa, what is your position in front of your students?

C.V: It is true, in Italy the general condition of attention for contemporary art are not good, even though during the last few years something has changed positively. When I began to exhibit in the end of the Eighties the void and the indifference were making the situation heavier than now. The presence of the old masters was more tangible, the few museums seemed impregnable fortresses and the public institutions were completely soaked in a self-conservative management. Since some years ago I teach at the Academy and I entertain a very positive relationship with colleagues and students. Obviously I do not consider myself a “master”, it would be hilarious to me. I try to stimulate as much as most possible the curiosity of my students and the free and dynamic spirit of research, I do not give a priori recipes and I do not mean to set myself as a model (I never speak of my artistic practice and I hate narcissism). It is very interesting, whenever you feel that you have contributed to give birth to questions and to open a door or a small opening. That is the point when you too learn something from them and discover the beauty of finding yourself among active subjects. Culture and teaching are phenomena of life with strong roots in the experience and in the emotional and intellectual quality of experience. I believe that this is the more important aspect of the relationship of transmission of the knowledge.

P: We remember a work by Boetti of the late Eighties, drawings obtained simply by tracing the covers of news magazine from a certain and limited period of time. Panorama, L’Espresso, L’Europeo. Pencil on white paper. Do you know this work? Is there any connection with your diary?

C.V: I know and appreciate Boetti’s work and I consider him one of the most interesting Italian artists of the second half of the 20th century. Some years ago, I carried out a photographic work that was an explicit homage to his “Gemelli” of 1968 too. In this case though, my work (“Diario contemporaneo”) is barely connected to his. I would rather speak about a family resemblance (to say it after Wittgenstein), meaning that eventually any art work recalls always at least another one, and this is a beautiful thing that happens. “Diario contemporaneo” though, is not a work on objective tracing of the covers of popular magazines of a clearly limited period (Boetti chose October 1983), but it is a selected and partial editing that generates a shift, sometimes very clear too, dividing the photographs from their reading. The process is not based on the mechanism of serial objective recording, but on the spoiled and conflicted reassembling of images and verbal language added. It is a subjective process of recontextualisation, maybe closer to the situationist attitude, always speaking about evocative sense of another family resemblance. I meant to manipulate images that are in front of our eyes every day, just because, having them every day in front of our eyes, we tend to not see them as a problem anymore.

Cesare Viel

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Pinksummer: Artaud wrote the following pertaining to his theatre: “Populating the space to cover emptiness, is finding the path back to emptiness”. Artioli and Bartoli, in an extraordinary essay on Artaud, brought Artaudian metaphysic linguistics to a situation of suspension that searches for the vibratile point in which what is shape begins to vanish, dissociated matter that produces energy, huff, destroying the fetishism of text and the link between signified and signifier. Such words are not uncontrolled raptus, but knowledge of the laws of life that fluctuate between fullness and emptiness with a dual centripetal and centrifugal rhythm.
This second “solo” show of yours at pinksummer is materialized from, on and around language. Your linguistic strategy seems to float between presence and absence; the word, crystallized substance, seems to be on the point of dissolving and yet live autonomously, taking the shape of the sudden freight of the soul. You seem to be the first onlooker of this show: in the Artaudian theatrical stage, conceived in a circular way, emptiness is at the centre, at the point where the spectator stands, while fullness is on the outskirts, on the verge of being swallowed by nothingness.

Cesare Viel: I’ve always had a strong attraction for emptiness and for precipices. Since I was a child I was fascinated by exhibiting a doll on the other side of the railing of my balcony, on the sixth floor. I stood, staring at the body of the toy suspended in emptiness, just being held by my hand. I always feel a creative shudder when I see divers jump from the highest springboard and, in a few seconds, transform themselves into perpendicular projectiles that pierce the surface of the water. It is like being on the edge of a dam and looking, from one side, at the lake of water, and on the other the vertical wall of restriction, and feeling the immense force of the energy that is there.
As an adult, I understood that these experiences are deeply connected to the double amazement for existence – its wonderful and disconcerting gratuitousness – as well as for the language that contains us, describes us, and tries to translate this emptiness, to limit this feeling of precipice. Perhaps language is like the hand of the child that holds the toy suspended in emptiness, while observing himself, the toy, the horizon of the space in which he is immersed, everything around, the whole – and uncatchable – context of this situation. Words let you see all of this, also when it is no longer present.
Language creates images and at the same time it can dissolve them. This ability of language of building and dissolving, of letting seeing and going beyond what can be seen, is for me like a core of very powerful energy. Inside language there is a tension to escape from itself, and for this reason there is also a loss, an emptiness that fascinates.
The first onlookers of this show of existence and language cannot be but us having this experience, and then us trying to show it to others, amazed by the fact that they have not immediately pointed it out to us as the most important thing. Why didn’t they want to tell us about this experience of void itself when we were children? Not to frighten us, to protect us? Because it is inexplicable, paradoxical, unbearable to manage? We never stop dealing with the void, with the lack of foundations. Artaud understood that and went through to the bottom of it.

P: Plato in “Phaedrus” moves from a talk about love and beauty to claiming the ontological value of the word, affirming that the speech of the rhetorician is based on the opinion and on the criterion of likelihood, so we can say everything and the opposite of everything, while the speech of the philosopher is based on the knowledge of the object of which we speak, and about the knowledge of the mind of men who the speech must persuade. In this sense Socrates, in the platonic dialogue, distinguishes orality from writing: “The true book of the philosopher is not what he writes on paper, but what he writes in the soul of men”.
He compares writing to a game, that of the “garden of Adonis”, in which, in order to celebrate Adonis, seeds were sowed in a pot to blossom and wither in a few days without producing fruits, and orality to the work of the farmer who tends to harvest, fruit that produces other seeds, and therefore for Plato orality is immortal language. Your language, also considering your performatory work, seems to seek an identity between orality and writing, in both cases you seek for a distance from your own word, you have already abandoned it to itself: also in presence of a gesture, the word has already been pronounced and you remain mute. The word fluctuates in air like an echo, by now far from you.

C.V: Since my first works, I’ve been aware that I was taken in by words. Words told me and exceeded me. Within the indical dimension of handwriting – of the gesture and the action of writing – a perpetual movement of language potentials come out. From the written to the spoken word – the grain of voice – the game of returns is infinite. When I create a work with words I never know what comes first, if the orality or the trace written in the thought.
They arrive, come up, present themselves together, and at the same time are already split up. They are already broken, crossed by in their contingency. I do not try to reassemble them – the orality and the writing – expecting that they form a unitary and monolithic performance: an abstract and a unique voice. They show me their right to exist. And so I try to respect their differences, their manifold – and loving – relationship.
I try to make their reciprocal incoherence emerge.
Words are shown in many shapes: written, seen, pronounced, sung, thought, dismissed, listened to, read, acted. It is immediately taken into an endless plural, singular, private and public relation. Echo is what remains of words that are no longer yours but that however ask you to be taken, again and again, to repropose them in a never ending circuit.

P: Regarding the suspension that language creates in your show, we tend to look towards the unexpressed, or better towards the inexpressible, meant as the impossibility to express described with wonderful lyrical eloquence by Dante in the Paradiso, but as well and with as much significance and concreteness by Wittgenstein in the Tractatus, who, looking for a perfectly logical linguistic structure, based on a rigid parallelism with reality, traces a bound in front of our thought: “about what we cannot talk, we must keep silent”. Therefore, wisdom is inside silence and ethics in the unwritten part of the Tractatus.
Admitted, then, that the supersensible exists, it cannot be expressed by our language, the language being the impassable boundary of our world made by facts. Beyond that limit there can be no expression, and admitted that expression exists, it doesn’t belong to us. In that limit someone has foreseen Wittgenstein’s mysticism: the mystery of faith.
In your show the word seems tempted to start off beyond that limit, letting listeners, and whoever reads, sense it, and exactly in who listens, in who reads it, it finds the concreteness of the limit and at the same time its possibility.

C. V: Here, for me, comes the central question of the body – and here I intend that of art too -. Sometimes the body wants to sleep until late – staying long in the darkness -, sometimes it wakes up at dawn and seeks contact with the first daylight. Is the reason for these behaviours completely expressible? After all we can explain, a residue that wants to be heard, that continues to resist and cannot be told stays at the bottom. It is this resistance to tell itself that interests me. What can’t be expressed we indicate, we show, Wittgenstein said. The body acts the inexpressible, and language is a body.
What can’t be said is in front of us, and we see it.
Like, in the morning, the first daylight. Art goes there, where the unexpressed is nested, and insists. The whole show works around – and thanks – this dimension.

P: How will you articulate your project at pinksummer?

C. V: Three new works: “Avvicinandoti a distanza” that deals with vertical and frontal dimensions; “Ti sento passare” that deals with width; “Mi trovavo a casa” that deals with a circular, intimate and deceiving one. They revolve around an intense, private event. A crossing of the limit, a meeting with the void, with an absence, with a silence that moves to and lives inside language: walking on its edges to indicate its phantasmal and regenerative force. A nucleus loaded with energy that relates with space, and openly gives itself up to be read, the listened to, publicly and plurally – both literally and metaphorically– of the other.

Cesare Viel – Infinita Ricomposizione

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Pinksummer: In your third solo show at pinksummer, “Infinita Ricomposizione” (Endless Resetting), the demon of the writing, that purely or spuriously has been shaping your research so far in its length and depth, seems to have abandoned the plan of experience in favor of color. Your use of color, no wonder coming from Matisse non-mimetic à plats, can be assimilated to the use of concept you have made on other empiric planes. Resetting could also mean reactivation in this case. In What is Philosophy? Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari claim that the concept is a matter of articulation, of cutting out and putting together, given that concept is never easy. We would think that primary (easy?) colors too do not exist if not within to the approximation/simplification of language. Why did you decide to start from Matisse such a linguistic/sensory pathway?

Cesare Viel: I can say that Matisse is bound to my biography, after all. He was the first artist I accidentally discovered at school, on my own, when I was around thirteen, and the one who opened my eyes to a whole new world: 19th century Avant-Garde art. This is therefore, first of all, some kind of return to the origin and a way to deal with that “long love story” left in standby, waiting to be reactivated, nevertheless always there silently there, sort of an hidden track. From time to time Matisse has emerged and disappeared in my mind, overhung by other stimuli, other different and apparently more contemporary needs. Eventually the right moment has come. Now the “Matisse machine”, with all its energy, its power, has been started inside me and it is back. It is a body in action that gives motion to the entire project. It is a new composition plane, indeed an endless series of composition planes. First of all an installation system and a performance process. A becoming, with a wide margin of freedom and aware indetermination. A new limitless background, same as what “Matisse machine” made happen its way at the beginning of last century. Obviously my new project at pinksummer is not a simple homage to, nor an articulated bunch of more or less philological citations. As a matter of fact, it is a strong, new challenge for me and my research in operation, in motion.
It is an infinite dispersion and resetting. Indeed, in this new exhibition no writing is presented as image and recognizable practice connoting my work, that could not have happened any more, but it was transformed into something else and it has become functional to the entire project in a different form. Some colors, some shapes, some materials, completely new to me, have arisen, articulated and combined together on various actual planes of reality. And all has become possible.

P: Doesn’t language, also when its edges are made irregular and let us to catch a glimpse on other possible worlds, the other worlds, the worlds of the others, act like an umbrella protecting us from the endless fragmentation of the world? Isn’t language a system that always necessarily implies figure and background, subject and object, center and margin? Doesn’t naming mean to delimit in order not to be overwhelmed by things, even if that was only a red color?

C. V: Yes, language is a toolbox, a multi-function tool that accompanies us all the time, it is embedded in our life practice, it shapes our existential and relational background. I like the image of language as an umbrella and I would add that of language as a background. Language is a bit like color. Sometimes it reveals, other times covers something. Same as color, human language can be at the same time an instrument, a possible grid, a resource, an expression, a limit, a desire, an action, an obstacle or a connection between different realities. I really love the idea of letting a red take over me, just as a sentence or a sound and a dance could do too. Performing a red, a yellow, a green, a black, a white and so on.

P: One of Wittgenstein Remarks on Colour goes like “only a few people have ever seen pure white. But then does the majority of people use that world in a wrong way? And how can one learn its correct use? They figured out an ideal use by conforming to the ordinary use. And this does not mean a better use, but a use refined in a specific direction, in which something has been taken to its extreme point.”
In a letter on The Dance, Matisse wrote that he was looking for: “a beautiful blue for the sky, the bluest among the blues (the surface is colored until the saturation, meaning until when the blue, the idea of the absolute blue, finally emerges) and same for the green of the ground, for the vibrating vermilion of the bodies.”
Both Wittgenstein and Matisse seem to give for granted the existence of what we could define ultra-color and also of a point in which color (determined from its the extreme boosting, from the highest saturation) can be transformed in ultra-color and therefore in something of ultrasensitive, without becoming transcendent or metaphysical though. Ultrasensitive dimension is an exercise and a possibility of the present, could that be defined a marking out exercise?

C. V: To take the rule – no matter what rule – to its extreme consequences, to its point of resistance, until its possible exhaustion. That point is to me as close as possible to some sort of silence, of pure presence. Some kind of empty concentration, like the breath, it can be a vision too, but that is a concrete, real, actual experience, here and now. That is not a metaphysical elsewhere but just something – an experiment – which border is taken to its extreme point. It is a practice of the present time, a continuous exercise of movement and wait, a rhythm, a form of awareness. The full color, at its highest saturation, is a case of such kind: a rule that is pushed to its maximum point. What is beyond? What can be seen or felt then? Beyond? It is not up to me to answer, I am interested in starting a process that aims to get to that point of suspension, wait, tension.

P: Hume affirmed that reality is resolved in the relation elapsing between impressions and ideas and that no object reveals the causes that it can produce or the effects that it could rise through its qualities as they appear to the senses. For example, from water’s transparency or fluidity and no experience of it, it would be impossible to desume that water might cause drowning. For Hume, outside experience all it is fantasy and conjecture. As a result, color could be interpreted as nothing but a quality of things, just like water’s transparency or fluidity. However, in painting color stops being a quality and demonstrates that can easily manage to represent water’s quality and transparency without possessing its transparency. And here we would think at another observation by Wittgenstein about green glass, transparency and painting in order to orient ourselves in the elsewhere of an exhibition where Matisse’s color and shapes, indifferently drawn from his figures and background, have been turned into large felt mats to be handled like playing cards. They say that from his native Picardy Matisse assimilated such a great knowledge of textile that he was able to make himself the emperor great red cape for the end scene of Stravinskij’s Le Chant du Rossignol for Diaghilev Russian ballets. And when he was remotely designing his large decorations for Barnes Foundation he wrote: “In order to compose everything and obtain something living, singing, I couldn’t help fumbling, by restless changing my color sectors and my blacks”.
Felt is a fiber without weft and without warp, it is not woven, it is molded, felt is an archaic artefact dating back to 9000/8000 b. C. with a major role in the history of conceptual art practice too. Can you tell us about “Infinita Ricomposizione”?

C. V: The installation will mainly focus on an horizontal composition plane. On the gallery floor, various felts will be laid in several shapes, dimensions and colors, according to a precise and continuously renewed, dynamic order. Across the exhibition time, I will move the felts on the floor in an evident processual fashion. The felts on the floor will be arranged according to similarities and differences and will form free connections with the gallery space too. Also, the felts on display compose a reference to the original matrix shapes. I did not invent them, as they have been “traced” and cut out from background and figures accurately selected among Matisse’s works. Colors too have been chosen thinking to some recurring Matisse colors. Obviously the whole system, the shapes, the colors, the felt itself used as a prop, form a free role play. The experience of chance, the emotion of unpredicted, some sort of relational geometry are the essential ingredients of the project. Why felt? Beside starting the “Matisse machine”, I felt like playing with other planes of composition and reference: the memory of that material in the history of conceptual and performance art from the second half of 19th century, from the Sixties and the Seventies. I obviously refer to Beuys, but most of all two names of artists sharing a different use of felt as an important element in their practice emerge: Robert Morris and Vincenzo Agnetti. So eventually everything composes an indented “family group”. A set of various qualities and experiences that overlap and intersect each other. Also, as I already mentioned, this exhibition will feature a substantial performance practice consistently in progress, not completely planned and preventively programmed. In fact, this will be an exhibition of time through time too. During the opening, so as in the following days, some micro-events will happen, also without prior notice. Some of them could even only be though and communicated verbally or in form of written notes dropped in the gallery office, or sent via mail, even when the gallery is closed and not necessarily during its opening hours. During the opening there will be a collective action (performed by me and some others performers) around the pavement felts. Sometimes a movement of the felts will happen by means of some short movements, a “dancing behavior” more than a proper dance. I will bring to the gallery, gradually, across the time, some sound interventions, some songs, some new phrases of mine, purposely composed and said, repeated, destructured according to a personal resetting method. Audio tracks that eventually will contribute to make up a whole fragmentary sound texture for the show, for the elapsed time. Just like some sort of “collage” of sounds coming from a corner or from behind your shoulders, that catches you and floors you.

Thanks to:
Ruben de Michellini
Camilla Giachetta
Margherita Merega
Gabriele Risso

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Pinksummer: Once you claimed that you do not like to explain too much what you do. You just like to prepare the soup, as you declared, and let anyone who likes to taste it decide if it is good or bad. But you said also that your work is sincere, by associating sincerity with a humor that is foundational, to quote you: “humor is super-necessary even though you are expressing something serious, you can touch people with very humor effectively.” Sincerity, humor and seriousness appear to be connected in this sense.
It has just been translated and published in Italy a collection of essays by Virginia Woolf, in one of which the writer too associates not the humor, which claims to be closed to women (as, she said, they are only allowed to be tragic or comic), but the laughter with sincerity and seriousness, as you can laugh about something or someone, only by guessing his or her deepest essence Humor, Woolf says, stand on the summit of those excellent minds who look at life from up there as it was a panorama. Sudden genuine laughter gets out of children’s mouths and of silly women, an inarticulate sound to which is socially conferred much less virtue than to the tears and the black.
Yet it is precisely the ability to laugh that distinguishes men from animals and the higher beings, because, as we know, neither dogs nor the gods have never been seen laughing. Regardless, Woolf writes, “that in seeking the privileged point of observation of the humorist, while keeping himself in balance on the pinnacle denied to her sisters, the male gymnasts often ignominy falls on both sides, or into the grotesque, or descend to the hard ground of serious banality, where – to be honest with him – it should be said that he is totally at ease.”
Woolf argues then that the solemn spirit of tragedy belongs to the male gender, while the comedy belongs to the same gender of the Graces and the Muses. Occasionally the comedy bursts out laughing in front of the hat and frock coat solemnity of contemporary tragedy and concludes: “Actually there is nothing as difficult as laughing and making people laugh, but there is no ability that is worth more than that.
It is a blade that cuts off what is superfluous, scales down our actions and words and takes them back to their actual size.”
Do you believe that humor has a gender and laughter a different one?

The Icelandic Love Corporation: There might be a difference in how men and women use laughter and humor but we find it hard to pinpoint. For some reason there are much fewer women doing stand-up comedy, but those who do are often extremely funny and sharp, like the british ones, Smack the Pony. But it’s with this business as all other business, women usually have to be much better than the men to get through…which should make art lovers more secure in buying art made by successful women artists…
Laughter is a gift of to humanity, that is right, like love and so many other wonderful gifts of life. It can be a powerful tool, for good and bad, and there is a huge difference between laughing at or laughing with somebody. The layers and fine tuning of both laughter and humor are sometimes complicated and interwoven. A good social intelligence is necessary in the forest of laughter. A good laugh says more than a thousand words and in it has been said that nothing frightens men more than the laughter of women.
The works we will be showing at Pinksummer are not funny but they might bring out a giggle for the ones who find genitals embarrassing. The work might even stir up some uncomfortable feelings for some religious fanatics, but we will then just have to live with that.
Like you mention in the beginning of your long question, we often use humor in our work and decided from very early on to stop working if it would not be fun anymore. We sometimes also say that our work is 40% irony and 60% sincerity. Or was it the other way around…? In other words we like to think of our work as being both funny and serious at the same time. We strongly belief that if you want to get a message through it works better to be funny or entertaining than to be lecturing or moralizing. Humor is a strong force in breaking down taboos and opening up difficult matters. It is very cathartic and mankind has known this since forever. So, yes, we cling to it in a feminine way since we are female and we build on our own experience.

P: Giacomo Leopardi, one of the greatest Italian poets who lived between 18th and 19th centuries, temporary devoted himself to prose and wrote “Small Moral Works” that he defined ” a book of poetic dreams, inventions and melancholic caprices” in which nature is conceived as indifferent-to-humans entity and human life as a struggle for survival destined to fail. One of those small works is the metaphysical and unreal “Dialogue Between Nature And An Icelander,” telling about an Icelandic who became a traveler out of desperation and eventually find himself below the equator in the presence of Nature, a beautiful and terrible woman, as large as the big heads of Easter Island. When the Nature asks the Icelander why he is in a place where his species is unknown, the man begins to explain how for all his life he tried to escape the suffering entailed by human life, for which he blames the listener herself.
At first – says the Icelander – to escape the folly of men who cause themselves damage with wars and competitions, he took refuge in the solitude “that on my native island one can easily obtain”, but “the length of winter, the intensity of cold and the heat of summer, which are qualities of that place, constantly tormented me.”
Then the Icelander tells that he left Iceland, but even elsewhere he did not find redemption of his suffering, complaining about not having found any comfortable place so far. At a certain point of the gripe, the Nature interrupts the Icelander to ask him if he believed that the world was created for him and goes on claiming that, honestly, her purpose is the perpetuation of the world, understood as the duality of birth and death, creation and destruction, and certainly not to cause pleasure or pain to the people about whom she does not care at all and she is not aware of any good or wrong she might do them.
The end is sarcastic: it seems that while the Nature and the Icelander were involved in such a conversation, two lions suddenly came up and ate the Icelander; others – Leopardi writes – tell instead that an incredibly strong wind blew and covered the Icelander with sand that mummified him and that he is currently exhibited in a museum in an undisclosed city of Europe.
Voltaire had already chosen an Icelander for the dialogue “L’Histoire de Jenni ‘, Leopardi choose the Icelander as emblematic of the idea of man struggling hard to survive in a world not certainly built on a human scale. Do you believe that the small and wonderful Iceland, capable to stop the frenzy of our world with the eruption of one of its 200 volcanoes, have tempered your work?

ILC: Yes, we are certain that growing up in this environment has moulded us in some way.
Icelanders as well as other humans of this world are a part of Nature, we are one of Natures animals in that sense, and yes we are certain that growing up in this environment has moulded us in some way. In that sense it is also interesting to see that, even though the three of us have traveled like the Icelander in this funny story, and lived in other countries, all of us have moved back to Iceland. We are like salmons that turn back to where they were “born” to lay our own eggs, the river might be cold and strong but this is where we come from.
The problem with a big part of mankind is that we have departed from nature, and don’t see her as a part of ourselves even though we are made of the same materials. Once there was a woman who wanted to safe a tree that was supposed to be knocked down, so she climbed up the tree and refused to come down until she was sure to have saved the tree. It took two years and 8 days and in the meantime she had gotten in such a close contact to the tree itself that during a big storm she had learned how to move and bend together with the tree, and this saved her life.
The biggest threats to life on earth are man made, atom bomb and greenhouse effect. We need to take notice of mother earth and stop doing things that harm her or use things that do not work when she needs to erupt once in a while. Without a healthy planet there is no travelling, no art, no life as we know it.
It is fascinating that the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull in 2010, almost brought the western world to a halt. This infuriated a lot of people who felt as if technology had saved them from nature. A man screamed in an airport in England: “I hate Iceland!”. There is a theory, that states that it was an eruption in Lakagigar in Iceland that was one of the main reason for the French revolution. In 1783 this volcano spewed out so much poisonous ashes that it killed one in every five Icelander and blew all over the world and caused famine in Europe, which led to the uprising of the people against the aristocrats.
It is kind of a paradox that the man would have to leave Iceland to meet this grotesque woman called Nature, because we would think that she was also existing in Iceland. But it is also symbolic that Nature is a woman that lives below the Equator. This can be seen as symbolic of the sex organs. The female sex organ is mystical and hidden inside the body, to males it might seem grotesque and almost like a hot wound, that erupts. So in that sense this story also captures the essence of how men and women have been put into different categories in western culture through the ages.
The male is cold and logical but the female is warm and illogical, sentimental and rather stupid. The tendency was strong and in some way maybe still is, to think of Nature in this way, that she is just kind of dimwitted in her endless circle of creation and destruction. She doesn’t listen to any reasoning. People still like to think that they base their decisions on logic. And that science and technology have brought us to a point where we have conquered nature, but when we take a closer look we see how crude and sterile mans synthetic creations are in comparison with nature. Humans are natural and illogical, and under the spell of the emotions, more than we like to admit.

P: Thoreau in Walden says derisively that there are women who take care of embroidering a tea tablecloth until the last day of their life instead of thinking about metaphysical problems involved by death.
We remember with great pleasure our visit to your studio in Reykjavik and conversation about the project for pinksummer, holding a cup of tea in our hands while one of you was nursing her baby and all of us were pampering him.
It still makes us laugh thinking at when one of you showed us the envelope of a Sanpellegrino pantyhose and exclaimed “good idea!” with her eyes wide on the image on the package showing a female body with a little bit flabby belly and buttocks beside the same body transformed by wearing the pantyhose into a flat stomach and pumped up butt figure. As a matter of fact, the very word equality has taken woman to emulate man, while disowning her peculiarities, except those making her a mere object of desire.
You are often engaged in purely female occupations such as embroidery, sewing, knitting. Among other things, you made up the costume catching fire wore by Bjork on the cover of Volta.
All that conscious and calm lingering in such housework has something political that refers to a matriarchal dimension, out of any abstract aesthetic canon that has been made up around us. Do you think that it possible to re-weave the world by embroidering and drinking tea?

ILC: Yes, drinking tea can have a radical effect. It was actually the clear mind of drinking coffee and probably tea as well, that made the French revolution. Not just a stupid volcano. Before coffee came to Europe people drank much more beer and where not in shape for revolution making.
But aside from that, we like to embrace the traditional technique of our grandmas and love to mix it with our creativity and ideas. Why should that technique be inferior? The point of feminism is not to put us all into the alpha male mould, but to embrace the qualities often more connected to “the other sex”. Lets enjoy peoples diversity, that is the key to reweave the world.
It is quite annoying that feminine is always connected with shallow or not important. Even intelligent men like Thoreau are apparently guilty of this predjudice. We would of course like to change that. Why is female always second-place? Maybe embroidering all by itself is not capable of changing the world.
A friend of ours once told us an interesting story about an experiment among orangutangs. Among the tribes of the orangutangs there always seem to be born a few individuals, that are severly aggressive and violent control freaks. They become the so called alpha males of the groups and rule over them with threat and fear.
The scientists believed that if you removed these males, the next ones in the line of hierarchy would automatically evolve into becoming such violent patriarchs or dictators. But this did not happen. Most of time the tribe would go on living in peace and harmony for a long time, after this character had been removed. In this sense you could say that 99% of humanity is living its life, embroidering and drinking tea, in some sense, and we just need to limit the power of those few control freaks that create all the disturbance.

P: Speaking about politics, on upcoming October 1st in Iceland it will perhaps be approved what has been called the “Wiki” constitution, because for the first time a democracy allowed people to actively participate to the making of a constitutional charter.
The Constituent Assembly wanted by Johanna Sigurdadottir consists of 25 citizens whose only requirement is not being members of political parties and being of full age.
Could you please tell us something about the peaceful revolution carried forward by the Icelanders since 2008, when the reckless speculations conducted by political and financial lobbyists have led your country to an unprecedented recession?

ILC: The constitution has now been written but nobody knows what will happen next. It has still not been decided wether the parliament will decide wether to approve this constitution or if it will be put to a national referendum.
What happened in Iceland has happened before and will happen again and is happening for example in Greece, on a bigger scale. People are revolting here and there, but not much seems to really change.
Why things don’t change is due to this capitalist system we live in where money is the only paradigm. Believe it or not, it’s possible to have other measures. In Bhutan they use happiness as a barometer for political decisions and in Bolivia they have decided to put the needs of mother earth to grow and prosper before any other needs.
Sustainability is the keyword there. This capitalist system keeps 90% of the people in chains of dept so that 10% can be super rich. This is not a force of nature, but a set of rules and regulations that we have created for ourselves and can change at any time if we just set our minds to it.
The revolutions in Lybia and Egypt are in a way more real, because people are overthrowing these terrible dictators and the violence is tragic and painful. But it would be sad if they would just fall prey to materialism and capitalism or fundamental religion.
Maybe the world is really changing right now. Maybe these revolts are all connected and are the beginning of a new world order. It is hard to see clearly when the smoke is still so thick.

P: What are you going to present at pinksummer?

ILC: Wheel – a large sculpture, made from wood, nylon stockings and light.
We have used nylon pantyhose as a material in our work since the beginning of the collaboration. Several pieces such as Bald Eagle, Second Skin and Black Swan have been made with an old method that one of us learned from her grandmother, where you shape feathers or petals with wire and pantyhose.
Then we have worn them as part of our costume and last year we started to really explore the material because it has so many interesting conceptual layers. The pantyhose is a very female object but also a result of really complicated technological and chemical process. Sort of a scientific miracle, that replaced silk stockings. A symbol of mans control over nature or maybe rather a sign of how crude and sterile mans synthetic creations are in comparison with nature.
Once we were experimenting with colored pantyhose and light in our studio and saw this strong resemblance to stained glass. Many of the stained glass rose windows in gothic churches, tell the story of the immaculate conception of the Virgin Mary. Wheel on the other hand demonstrates the sex organs of the human male and female, the organs that take care of the biological conception of a human embryo. The cycle of colored pantyhose represents the menstrual cycle and the cycle of the moon is also visible encircling the whole spectacle, thus connecting the outer universe to the inner universe. In the center is the egg, the sun of this inner universe and the sperm cells are approaching it. This is the real miracle of life, way more complex than we can fathom.
Sheet – This is a new piece that we have created especially for Pinksummer. It is a white sheet that has been stretched like a canvas on a strecher frame and in that sense is reminiscent of a painting. On this white sheet we have sewn groups of nylon “feathers” in red colours. These feathers are made from pantyhose and wire, an old decorative technique. Nylon stockings are almost exclusive to the female realm and we have used them throughout our body of work.
This wall piece can be seen as purely abstract, but we like to think of it as the stains that can accidentally appear on the bedsheet of a menstruating female. This blood means that this woman is not pregnant and so in a sense this is the opposite idea of what is presented in Wheel.
The sight of these stains can cause great relief or painful disappointment, or just be plain annoying. In some places or in the past women were considered to be dirty when they were having their period and this could lead to temporary rejection from society or participation in particular events. But these stains simply represent the cycle of life and in this substance or the chunks that the blood contains, all of humanity has its origin.

P: Do elves exist?

ILC: Yes.

Superstudio – La Moglie di Lot

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Press-release

Pinksummer: We have been thinking for a long time how to begin our conversation with you Superstudio and we ended up starting with an awkward question, related to Florence and to a photomontage that does not belong to you at all.
The international edition of “New York Times” has dedicated a “Saturday Profile” to Matteo Renzi, mayor of the regional capital of Tuscany on election and Italian premier on assignment (as it seems that the extensive state of exception has made Italian people opinion superfluous), presenting him as the caravagesque boy with the basket of fruit, backdropped by Castel Sant’Angelo and the river Tevere by Corot, greeting the secretary of the PD (center left) as bringer of energy and prosperity. From Genoa, it is no longer the organized proletariat of the Port and the Ansaldo, but Beppe Grillo, new icon of the Italian dissent, the one who would like to oppose “the great refusal”.
Beyond the value of negative thinking, Marcuse had at least seen “the end of the utopia” as the liberation from every form of repression and the power to the imagination became the keyword of May ’68 student’s movement.
Even though among the “radicals” you have not been the most confident in an anthropological perspective, looking back to the future with the capital f of Superstudio, would your imagination have been so open to suspect that the time would have succeeded in operating such an unreasonable and stubborn desublimation of Italian associate life, allowing so much power to the imagination?

Superstudio (Adolfo Natalini, Piero Frassinelli, Cristiano Toraldo di Francia): I try to answer: reality always exceeds fiction.

P: The antinomic dialectic between monument and the anti-monument seems to expose the ambiguity of Superstudio poetics of space between knowledge and fiction, conservation and liberation, disorder and Cartesian grid distorted by the vanishing of perspective. Moreover, in Heideggerian terms, the comparison between the “Continuous Monument” and “La moglie di Lot” (Lot’s Wife) is emblematic.
The symbolic value of the “Continuous Monument”, a colossus that snakes around the world looking for a soul that, being mere surface without any inner dimension, it cannot find, tends to embody an hegemonic culture of metaphysical and anti-phenonomenological sort, presented by Superstudio as some sort of a priori, which is the impossibility of projecting, by exalting the dramatic limit, like if it was an existence lost among the beings (objects?) without considering the end.
“La moglie di Lot”, presented at the 1978 Venice Biennale and then got lost, reappears today with its fragile, nomadic and temporary poetry to tell us once again that being cannot be anything but existence and therefore history, necessarely finite, and that every truth is child of time. “La moglie of Lot” refers to the possibilities of an intrinsically temporal dimension, in which the nothingness asserts itself as a foreseen and necessarely future threat. “La moglie of Lot” with its five salt architecture models dissolving in time and water to reveal something hidden, escapes any definition and can only be interpreted. “La moglie di Lot” has the horizontal monumentality of existence and, because of that, it may be interpreted as an anti-monument.
Finally, according to Superstudio, do not monument and anti-monument, rhetorics and anti-rhetorics, “Continuous Monument” and “La moglie of Lot” coincide? Are not they two manifestation of the same essence? Furthermore, can the mere surface exist even though it is a representation?

S: I try to answer:
Between 1969 and 1970 we have elaborated a discourse pushed to the limit on the possibilities of architecture as critical tool. Starting to use systematically the “demonstratio per absurdum” we produced an architectural model for global urbanization.

The work is published in the catalogue:
THE CONTINUOUS MONUMENT, 1969
… we participated to the competition (and won a prize) with a single architecture to be extended all over the Earth, an architecture able to shape all the Earth or just a small part of it, an architecture that one can recognize (even extraterrestrial can) as the product of a civilization. An architecture to occupy the optimal inhabitable areas and to let all the others free…
We have introduced an “architectonic model of total urbanization” as the logic resulting from a “oriented” history: a history of monuments, begun with Stonehenge that, via the Kaaba and the VAB, found its logical completion with the “continuous monument” (see page 9)
And of such enigmatic continuous monument, of such “monument for example”, we presented some random photos, quite like postcards and therefore as disturbing as any “greetings from…” images. (On this work, carried on and expanded, we are preparing a film for an American television company).
The continuous monument is the extreme point of a series of coherent projectual actions, that we are currently carrying forward, from design to urban planning, as demonstrations of an enunciated a priori theory: the one of total design. A portable design able to remain same as it is by changing scale or semantic area without traumas or inconveniences found its logic achievement in the “continuous monument”.
Such immutability interests us: the search for an “impassible and unalterable image, which static perfection spins the world by the love it generates for itself”.
Through a series of mental processes, one can take possession of reality and reach serenity, the only state free from fear and anguish; in that sense architecture is the mean to the understanding of the world and to self consciuosness: Selbsterkenntnis durch Architektur.
At that time in Graz, we spoke with Mayr and Missoni of how to keep our balance, and discussed the fact that Freud declared that cube is a symptom of anguish, and so we all live in houses of anguish, even Wittgenstein who had built himself a cubic ‘house because he liked the houses designed by Loos… While speaking of Wittgenstein “how can a man he happy, when he cannot keep at a distance the misery of the world? Through the life of knowledge.
The life of knowledge is the life that is happy despite the misery of the world. Only the life that can renounce the pleasures of the world is happy”. And also: “There is really something ineffable. It shows itself, it is mystic. The impulse to mysticism comes from the lack of satisfaction of our desires on the part of science”.
Also, we have spoken a lot about architecture of happiness, about something we called Glückitektur or even Happytecture, an architecture of mental freedom, of disinhibited uses of intellect, of serene confidence in the decontracted use of the mind…
An architecture free from the complexes of “constructed architecture” (and this is perhaps our only one moderated utopia) in order to open the field in the only two true directions: outside ourselves (as Hollein says) and inside ourselves (as since thousands of years ago Indians suggests and maybe Saint Thomas does too).
We have spoken about an architecture of immaterial gestures, an architecture present and invisible to be built one fine day, somewhere possibly all over the Earth, and to build now continuously inside ourselves.
The greatest project is always to design a whole life under the sign of reason, a life with precise directions, chosen and serenely accepted, with limits as corner stones To construct ourselves with a series of primary gestures, magic gestures, calibrated and shining, through an architecture of clarity and lucidity, not of cruel intelligence, but understanding all reasons.
To save one’s soul through clarity, depriving architecture of its spatial-aesthetic-economic-functional superstructures (justifications and mystifications) and re-valuing its ordered essence. In this mariner, architecture as an operative structure is superimposed on natura naturans and natura naturata, putting their materials to order with the instruments of history and technology.
Now we make plans focusing our effort on the definition of an architecture as an image, like an exclusively mental construction able to resolve in itself the contradictions between things and ideas of things.

Therefore in Graz we could not expose any more plan, speech on other speech, but only architecture.
We have built the Room of Graz. And that’s it.
From: “Superstudio: lettera da Graz/Trigon 69” Domus 481, 1969

FROM: “IL MONUMENTO CONTINUO” UN MODELLO ARCHITETTONICO DI URBANIZZAZIONE TOTALE – 1969

For those who, like ourselves, are convinced that architecture is one of the few ways to realize cosmic order on earth, to put things to order and above all to affirm humanity’s capacity for acting according to reason, it is a “moderate utopia” to imagine a near future in which all architecture will be created with a single act, from a single design capable of clarifying once and for all the motives which have induced man to build dolmens, menhirs, pyramids, and lastly to trace (ultima ratio) a white line in the desert.
The Great Wall of China, Adrian’s Wall, motorways, like parallels and meridians, are the tangible signs of our understanding of the earth.
We believe in a future of “rediscovered architecture”, in a future in which architecture will regain its full power, abandoning all ambiguity of design and appearing as the only alternative to nature. Between the terms of natura naturans and natura naturata, we choose the latter.
Eliminating mirages and will-o’-the- wisps such as spontaneous architecture, sensitive architecture architecture without architects, biological architecture and fantastic architecture, we move towards the “continuous monument”: a form of architecture all equally emerging from a single continuous environment: the world rendered uniform by technology, culture and all the other inevitable forms of imperialism.
We belong to a long history of black stones, rocks fallen from the sky or erected in the earth, meteorites, dolmens, obelisks. Cosmic axis, vital elements, elements reproducing the relationships of sky and earth, witnesses to marriages celebrated, the tables of the law, final acts of dramas of various lengths. From the Holy Kaaba to the Vertical Assembly Building.
A square block of stone placed on the earth is a primary act; it a testimonial that architecture is the centre of the relationships of technology, sacredness, utilitarianism. It implies man, machines, rational structures and history. The square block is the first and ultimate act in the history of ideas in architecture. Architecture becomes a closed, immobile object that leads nowhere but to itself and to the use of reason.
From: “Superstudio: discorsi per immagini” Domus 481, 1969

La Moglie di Lot – Description

A metal zinc structure, similar to a table (251 x 156 x 100 cm), supports five small salt architecture buildings on their respective zinc tubs. A second metal structure (56 x 56 x 156 cm) slides on the principal structure holding an upside-down zinc pyramid containing water. The water runs slowly down a tube drop by drop onto the first architecture building and dissolves it. Then the sliding metal structure moves over to the next, then one after the other.The first building architecture is a pyramid. When the water has dissolved the salt, there appears a pyramidal structure of iron wires.
The second is an amphitheater and, when it is dissolved, it reveals a residential settlement (in refractory).
The third is a cathedral, and when the salt is dissolved, exhibits an egg shell, perfect and empty.
The fourth is Versailles Palace, and when the salt is dissolved, exhibits the brioche of Marie Antoinette.
The fifth is the Le Corbusier’s Pavillon of the Esprit Nouveau, and when the salt dissolves, it reveals a brass plate with the inscribed writing: “the only architecture will be our lives”. While the salt precipitates to the bottom of the basin, the brine water runs through the designated tubes into a wheel at the bottom of the principal structure.
Inside the basin one finds the explicative brass plate that notes the following “Superstudio, Florence/Venice.

May/June 1978
The Wife of Lot
Architecture exists in time as salt exists in water”
The brine water slowly covers over the object, and the salt hides the plate making it barely legible.
The architecture buildings of salts, dissolving themselves, reveal within their insides objects representing what time has transformed them into.
The architecture of history shows just its symbolic aspect across the time; the time of erosion of the functional phase is extremely short compared to that one of the symbolic phase. The architecture of history is an architecture of symbols and representations, its function of use is temporary and perishable. On the other hand, architecture can find a use again, in times and conditions unpredicted by its designer, because of its inhabitants.
The architect has chosen to express the symbolic function of architecture while only the inhabitants can actually plan its habitative function.
Those who wish to build look around themselves and forward: by doing so they leave behind the architects, turned into statues of salt.
From: “La moglie di Lot e la coscienza di Zeno” Biennale di Venezia, 1978

P: Speaking of “paper achitecture”, we arbitrarily include “The 12 ideal cities”, in particular considering “Barnum Jr.’s City”, that looks like the preview of a theme park, containing “the reproductions of all the greatest monuments. From the Empire State Building and the Eiffel Tower to the Colosseum (reconstructed in its original aspect)” and “La Moglie di Lot” by which Superstudio transforms and re-presents , Le Corbusier Esprit Nouveau Pavillion, Versailles, the basilica, the amphitheater and the pyramid in form of statues of salt without any apparent sense of guilt.
Well, going back to “paper architecture”, we imagine that a strange diachronic soteriology of infrastructural sort, connects the mental practice of Superstudio, the one of Etienne-Louis Boullée (we think namely to the design for a French National Library), to the postmodernism risen during the last decades of the Soviet Union, at the time of Gorbachev, Perestroika and Glasnost. Specifically, we scope around inside the “Colombarium Architecturae (Museum of Dissapearing Buildings)” designed in the 1984 by Alexander Brodsky and Ilya Utkin.
Boullée’s never carried out library is a metaphysical space, for sure not a functional or at least comfortable place for studying, a monument to knowledge rather than a temple of knowledge. The Sovietic columbarium of Brodski and Utkin is an inverted utopic exploration, not to mention yours apocalyptic utopic exploration, disguised under a synchronic language tailored on the futuristic and technolatrous neo-avantgarde of the “Swinging Sixties”.
Such architectures of paper are unable to preserve or to museify anything, they are structures of remembrance and nostalgia, perhaps also of desire, because they seem to deal with some kind of destruction. They are Noah arks constructed in sight of a disappearance. They are necessarily cynical structures, since we already know that, with the urgency of the oblivion at the door, we will be able to save just semi-signs, a-substantials like the air we breathe without seeing it.
Beside their linguistic cynism/eclecticism, Neoclassicism and Postmodernism are not informed by memory and nostalgia though?
Is Superstudio perhaps the ante-litteram Florentine Postmodernism (considering the incidence of genius loci)?

S: I try to answer:
THE THIRTEENTH CITY. Its form and dimensions are indefinite and unknowable. Some hold that it is a perfect square, others a hexadodecahedron, yet others an infinite square without corners. Some believe that it is an enormous solid, others that it is a bi-dimensional form, yet others that it is a pluridimensional geometrical form. Most define it as the projection of an invisible solid, the shadow of a highly transparent crystal, placed between us and the light, a shadow that in moving assumes polarizing properties, or more simply merely when the crystal opposes its greater width to the light.
On the other hand, if the problem of the passage from protection to object could have been resolved geometrically, the unknown permeability to light of the object and the doubt that the plane of projection might not be perfect, rendered knowledge of its true form even more improbable. The use of the most advanced research methods was not forbidden to observers: the only limitation was that the observing station should remain immobile in a chosen point, and immediate communications between different stations were forbidden. These communications were permitted only after a certain interval, and on a certain priority established channels. It was not known to what degree the interval and the channels could deform the messages. And on the other hand, the coincidence or the difference between various observations could depend both on their substance or on the means of their transmittal.
lt was known that an ideal form of society and life had been developed in the thirteenth city. Fragmentary tales of its inhabitants had been heard. Those that had at one time lived there and others that one day will live there could still meet in an immense open field in the country: this field still held regular traces as if of canals, streets or cultivation. Both the former and the latter were convinced that this was the place that the thirteenth city had left when it had become transparent and invisible.
But the memories of those who had lived there had become faded by time and hope distorted the descriptions and plans of those who were to live there. They were therefore satisfied by meeting on the plain, searching amongst those vogue traces for certainly and confirmation. The only reality was the sparse unexpected grass, like newly-sprouted corn, which permanently veiled in green a grey earth similar to sand. This earth was to be found nowhere else: perhaps it had been generated by chemical transformations in the materials of the vanished city, as perhaps the grass was generated in this form by the light shadow which the invisible city casts more often here than in any other place.
There were no other visible traces: only a vague sense of malaise or frustration in those who met here. Their meetings ended more often than not without a word being spoken. As time went by, only a few continued to come to the plain, all the others being too busy building or living in heavy, impossible cities. Thus, in the supposed place of origin of the thirteenth city, they began to question themselves about the sense of memories and prophecies, trying to reconstruct the reason for their memories and plans for the thirteenth and the preceding twelve cities. Slowly, they began to understand that these were not suppositions or plans, nor were they descriptions transmitted in a bizarre code: they were not even metaphors or parables. They therefore added a note (to be found only in this edition) on the why and the wherefore of these stories. The text of the note was: “This is an information feedback”.

S: So:
what I wanted (we wanted) to tell with Superstudio (I have) we have already told. It is enough to look at books, magazines or archive items. Forty years after, could (we could) tell those history in a different manner. The buildings and the projects that I have made after 1978 could tell this story from my point of view, but the pages from “Superstudio storia con figure 1966-73” and from the white book of the 1978 Biennale provide a more precise answer.
Although, you can also think that our texts (writings and drawings) were the questions and that your questions are the answers, given forty years after.
Adolfo Natalini, 4 March 2014
Postscriptum
I would answer the question “what are Histograms?” with 4.1 Istogrammi di architettura, 1969, and if they ask me to talk about the Fundamental Acts here is the answer “Atti Fondamentali, 1971-1973” Casabella 367, 1972
but you did not ask me that – thank you – and so it’s all right!

P: We would have sent you today the question “what are the histograms”, by relating Histograms to Fundamental Acts, life, education, love, ceremony, death. The most radical reductionism appearing in divers forms, not at all Postmodernism, given the existence of such categories, canning thoughts and attitudes like vacuum-sealed food. Focault asserted that the man is a recent invention and that is a sort of fold in our knowledge that will disappear as soon as our knowledge will find a new form, perhaps, beyond any representation.
However in 2004, for the first exhibition of Tomas Saraceno in Italy, pinksummer started the conversation/press release with Luca Cerizza and the artist as follows: “Superstudio in 1970 wrote ‘ During those years, it became very clear that to continue drawing furniture, objects and other similar household decorations was not the solution to the problem of living […] and even less did it serve to save one’s soul'”. We are proud of making this exhibition with you.

S:
HISTOGRAMS OF ARCHITECTURE, 1969
During those years, it became very clear that to continue drawing furniture, objects and other similar household decorations was not the solution to the problem of living in houses and neither was the solution to the problems of life itself, and even less did it serve to save one’s soul. It also became clear that no beautification or cosmetics were sufficient to remedy the ravages of time, the errors of man and the bestialities of architecture…
The problem was thus one of becoming even more detached from these design activities, rather perhaps adopting the theory of minimum effort in a general reductive process. We prepared a catalogue of three- dimensional, non-continuous diagrams, a catalogue of architectural histograms with reference to a grid interchangeable into different areas or scales for the construction of a serene and immobile Nature in which finally to recognize ourselves.
From the catalogue of histograms many objects have since been effortlessly generated: furniture, environments, architecture… But all these things are not very important to us, nor have they ever been. The surface of these histograms was homogeneous and isotopic: any spatial problems and any problems of sensitivity having been accurately removed. The histograms were also called The Architect’s Tombs .

FUNDAMENTAL ACTS, 1971-1973
From 21 March 1971 to 20 March 1973 we have worked to a series of researches on Fundamental Acts, pivoting on the relationship between Architecture (as aware shaping of the planet) and human life. The films we have produced constitute a propaganda of ideas outside of the typical channels of architecture as a discipline. The five films are:
LIFE
EDUCATION
CEREMONY
LOVE
DEATH

Architecture never touches the great themes, the fundamental themes of our lives. Architecture remains at the edge of our life, and intervenes only at a certain point in the process, usually when behavior has already been codified, furnishing answers to rigidly stated problems. Even if its answers are aberrant or evasive, the logic of their production and consumption avoids any real upheaval. Architecture presents no alternative proposal, since it uses those instruments, which are accurately predisposed to avoid any deviation. Thus, the working-class home resembles the stately villa in the same way that the work of a Radical architect resembles the one of the academic or reactionary architect: the only difference lies in the quantities in play, the decisions on the quality of living have already been made.
In accepting his role, the architect becomes accomplice to the machinations of the system. Then, the avant-garde architect fills one of the most rigidly fixed roles (rather like the “young lover” in plays). At this point, the architect, recognizing in himself and his work connotations of cosmetics, environmental pollution and consolatrix afflictorum, comes to an abrupt halt on his well-paved path. It then becomes an act of coherence, or a last try at salvation, to concentrate on the re-definition of the primary acts, and to examine, in the first instance, the relationships between architecture and these acts.

This operation becomes therapy for the removal of all archimanias.
This tentative anthropological and philosophical refoundation of architecture becomes the center of our reductive processes.
From Casabella 367, 1972

Georgina Starr – The Bunny Lakes Collection

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Press-release

If one is accustom to having an analytic approach to contemporary art, in front of the production of Georgina Starr one has the sensation to be swept away by a wave: bang around to the point of loosing the categories of the up and down and only afterwards, on the seashore, to be able distinguish again the clean line of the horizon.
The horizon of Georgina is the portrait conceives like the dialectic synthesis for excellence between identity and alterity: the object of the portrait is the absolute subject.
To create immanence bubble for her universe, Georgina leans on a reality through a kind of appropriation and identification of visible and tangible things that, at the interior of her works, assume a new life, re-created by an infinite network of associations. Georgina’s work is an incredible melting of past and present, being and appearance, individual and pop imaginary, dream and fiction: it is a stream of consciousnessÊ in which is the memory melts the horizons.
Georgina holds out to us a conception of identity with a porous frontier, permeable to the world: identity dyes itself of alterity, alterity dyes itself of identity and here, perhaps, comes out that sensation of ontological instability which her works transmit to us. The idea that identity has been made by a multiple of fragments, each one is a full and independent personality: the numerous characters which Georgina interprets and by which she is interpreted.
In the entire episodic duration of Georgina’s work a secondary characterÊ can be fished up again to become, some where else, a protagonist like Liz that is a marginal character in “Visit to a small planet”, while she is absolute protagonist, because she is single, in “Party”. In the same way an idea between other ideas that are functional in a project, can end to spin in its track all projects, like that of night club in “The hungry Brain”. The work of Georgina is a growing fluid like life that if one tries to program it, it always finish up escaping from the aims.
Like the fulcrum of the work of Georgina which has the dynamic and incommensurable dimension of the consciousness, her expressions translate itself into a non-specialized form: installations, videos, Cd-rom, vinyl records, wall drawing, photographs, comics. Music is a constant element, sound tracks of videos and installations, followed by Georgina like a evocator mark to drive the atmospheres of the memory to the present.

Pinksummer
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“The Bunny Lake Collection”

In Bunny Lake is Missing (Otto Preminger, 1965) a distraught mother, desperately tries to piece together events surrounding the disappearance of her 4 year old daughter. The thriller develops into a kidnap mystery with a central character (Bunny Lake) that we never see and whom we never really know is real or imaginary. In the final scenes a drugged Bunny Lake is removed from the boot of her uncle’s sports car and carried slowly through an deserted house and into the brick-walled garden beyond. Watching in horror her mother sees her own brother preparing a grave for her child. Bunny Lake survives her ordeal and the film ends there. But what effects would these events have on the young girl in later life?
In Targets (Peter Bogdanovich, 1967), Bobby fills up the boot of his sports car with arsenal, goes home and kills his family in a straight forward and unemotional display of domestic violence. Leaving a note reading “To whom it may concern… I know they will get me, but there will be more killing before I die”, he then goes on a shooting spree in the city to the pop soundtrack on his radio. After a police car chase Bobby enters the empty lot of the Reseda Drive-In and waits in his car as the cinema slowly comes to life. After watching children play together on the drive-in playground he takes up his position inside the wooden movie screen. As the viewers settle down to watch the movie,The Terror (Roger Corman,1963) Bobby sets up his targets using a hole in the drive-in movie screen…
The recent piece The Bunny Lakes are Coming (shown at Anthony Reynolds Gallery, London) was the first episode of a new series of works which use video, music, painting, fashion and photography to chart an unfolding story introducing the elusive Bunny Lakes. In this episode, the gallery is sealed off by a false wall and brick printed curtain. Inside, behind a real brick wall, a video image cuts back and forth between a graffiti activist spraying a Bunny Lake logo, and the legs of a hanging girl swinging in time with the record she has just put onto her red plastic record player. The soundtrack is a heart-rending version of Tim Hardin’s Misty Roses, sung by the angelic voice of a 14 year old boy.
“Art is meant to be more senstive than popular culture but it doesn’t always manage it. The Bunny Lakes are Coming is a melange of pop cultural melancholy and terror that is as sensitive as a fresh bruise”. [Dave Beech, Art Monthly, October 2000]
For Pinksummer Starr has made the second episode in the Bunny Lakes saga. The Bunny Lake Collection is a performance based work which incorporates a new collection of dresses designed by Starr. Still drawing from the narratives of the two movies, the collection will be introduced for the first time to an audience at the opening of her exhibition…
“You look to me like Misty Roses, too soft to touch, but too lovely to leave alone”. [Misty Roses, Tim Hardin]

cooperation with:

Comune di Genova, politiche giovanili, centro della creativita’ (Genoa City Council, center for creativity)

Georgina Starr

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Pinksummer: “Freud holds that there is a very strong link between artistic creation and childhood, childhood as a mix of memory and repression and he associates the idea of childhood with that of death: childhood memories are often inhabited by the dead. In many of your works the idea of childhood is central, we are thinking of “Party”, one of works we most love, in which, you told us of being inspired, regarding the preparation of foods and decorations, by the birthday parties that your parents organized for you when you were a child, but also for the “Bunny Lake” saga you start from the end of the movie/thriller of Premiger, thinking : Bunny Lake has been saved, but what kind of teenager will she be? What does childhood represents for you, in your works?”

Georgina Starr: “I am interested in the fact that childhood can only exist in a fictional way because we only have it as a memory, it will never be how it really was again. This is something that I’ve touched upon in many works, but especially the Bunny Lake series. My whole memory of the film was from seeing it when I was a child. This memory uncovered a much more personal story of what was going on around that time in real life. My relationship and memory of my sister became a kind of parallel to what was happening in the movie.
The idea of missing children, abduction and revenge were all subjects that were close to me as well as subjects that are dealt with in the fictional film. Both ‘Bunny Lake’ and ‘Targets’ deal with a person who is angry about something that happened in the past and feels a need to reek havoc by taking revenge. I saw parallels with my sister who was ‘saved’ from being abandoned and Bunny who was also ‘saved’ at the end of the film. And that’s why I ask in my text in The Bunny Lakes book, “Could we save her? We all tried. Deep down, I think she didn’t want to be saved at all”. Just because Bunny was safe it doesn’t mean that the trauma won’t affect her. In the same way my sister was safe with us, but this wasn’t enough.”

P: At your nice party, in all cases, nobody came, the expectations of happiness have been frustrated and it became something of very very sad, and the essence of Bunny Lakes is epitomized by the pink, fatty characters, reminiscent of the seventies, on black background of the cover of the white vinyl record that is the soundtrack of the project. The dripping of the pink letters is very sinister. Both in Party and Bunny Lake there is a strong pessimism: do time and reality sweep away the illusions of happiness and life?

G.S: I think all my works have a dark sinister side, however happy and colourful they may look from the outside. In the fiction of The Party, the woman is seen to be having a really fantastic time alone. However we know from reality that having a party with no guests is actually a sad and depressing experience and that no amount of glitter and colour can change that. But the piece is more complex than that, because as well as it existing as a video (a fiction), it was actually me having the party, which I did in reality for 3 days alone. So it works on many levels.

P: when we came to London to see Bunny Lake Drive In installed in a old factory, we noticed, more than when you presented Bunny Lake Collection at pinksummer and at the Venice Biennale, that your work could be interpreted like a sort of metaphor of memory, we are thinking of the whole of the show, so precise, but in particular of the pierced screen, in whose back you projected parts of the movies Bunny Lake is Missing and Target, that have to be considered primary materials, which you colonialzed and re-invented to create a new story.

G.S: Anthropology has always been studying this negotiation between individual imagery and collective images. What does cinema represent for you?

P: I have always been fascinated by the power of the filmic image. As a child growing up my mother was obsessed with movies from the 40’s and 50’s. We would watch the films together and sometimes I would prefer to live through these film than in any real life situations.
As a child there was always a blur between fiction and reality. I was much more taken in and affected by films then. I have a very strong memory of certain films that I watched, and these merge together with what was going on in real life when I saw the films. In my work from 1995 Visit to a Small Planet I rewrote the script for the original film from memory, but I included what was going on in my own life when I watched the film aged 10. I re-enacted moments from the film and from real.
In the Bunny Lake work instead of re-enacting I followed on from the what happened in the movie and took it further, imagining what certain characters would do next and interpreting their next moves to create a new work.

P: We know that you recently met the actress that in ’65 interpreted the missing and saved child, Bunny Lake, the same young actress that together Sharon Tate, the murdered pregnant wife of Polansky, is in the image you choose for the invitation card of pinksummer show . What did she tell you? What does she remember? Why do you wanted to meet her? How many other movies she did?

G:S: Yes I met Suky Appleby the actress who played Bunny Lake. It was always in the back of my mind that I would like to meet her. I knew that she only ever played in the two movies “Bunny Lake is Missing’ and ‘Eye of the Devil’ so it would be hard to track her down as she was only 5 year old and the films were made. This year I started to work on a synopsis for a film script and I had been thinking a lot about the actress and who or how she was now. I’d spent the whole summer writing (fiction) about her and when I got home I decided it was time to try find her. Through a series of weird coincidences I was able to write to her, still not knowing if it was actually her. But it was. We met last month and spent 5 hours together.
She talked very openly about her experiences on the two films. She told me everything in great detail and could describe the sets and the other actors and directors as if it was yesterday. For various reasons I can’t go into too much detail about all this right now, it was all very personal to her and she was deeply affected by her experiences. What I found very interesting was the parallels between my fictional Bunny Lake and the real ‘Bunny Lake’, and there were some fascinating and strange crossovers. My new script is still being developed and I hope to use my fictional version of her character as a starting point for this new narrative.
The second film that ‘Bunny’ was in was the first feature film that Sharon Tate made in 1966. The film was released with a documentary about Tate (All Eyes on Sharon Tate) and highlighted that she was a new and up and coming star to watch. Sharon Tate never really had the time to let her light shine as she was murdered in 1969 aged 26.

P: Your project are tales, sometime are many parts that shape a tale, every work is a fragment of a tale, a clue, a phrase underlined in your imagery. Telling stories means to be here and now, but at the same time to be far away in another time and space. What does it mean for you? When do you feel that a story is finished?

G.S: I suppose the story could go on forever but sometimes you just instinctively know its time to end. I have worked on the Bunny Lake theme now for over 4 years, I never thought it would go on so long. Usually my pieces take a year or less to make. It’s more about how much interest I can sustain in the subject. I’ve said before that I can get bored easily, but in this case I didn’t, there was always a new part to explore. I knew it was coming to an end when I re-constructed the garden in Rome. Bunny had come full circle, from the first time I saw her in the garden in the Preminger film, to her introduction into my work in the video and photos in The Bunny Lakes are Coming, she transformed again in The Bunny Lake Collection and Bunny Lake Drive-In, and now she was back inside the garden.

P: What will you show at pinksummer?

For this last episode in the Bunny Lake series I will show a new video installation, Inside Bunny Lake Garden. The piece began at the Villa Medici in Rome where I re-constructed the garden from the last scene in the Otto Preminger movie. This garden, complete with an impenetrable brick wall and child size grave, was used to film the video for Inside Bunny Lake Garden. I will show a two-screen video projection which simultaneously follows the action in the final sequence of the real movie (Bunny Lake is Missing), alongside the movements of a young Bunny Lake look-a-like imprisoned in the re-constructed garden. There are subtitles on the video which narrate a text I wrote and was published in the recent book The Bunny Lakes. The text shows that the Bunny Lake theme not only took its references from the two 1960’s films, but also from a more personal real life history. The garden in Rome no longer exists so I have had a scale model made which I will also show. It is identical to the original and was also used to film parts of the video work.

Georgina Starr – Theda

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Screening of the movie THEDA by Georgina Starr h. 9.00 p.m.

With live improvised accompaniment by Domenico Caliri, Sala del Minor Consiglio, Palazzo Ducale.

Georgina Starr has been defined as a cultural archaeologist, but her recent film “Theda” re-creates the silent actress Theda Bara without adding anything to the objective knowledge of the historical character of the star of the silent movies, perhaps the first sex symbol of our age. Starr’s work extends the experience to the possible through an imagination that is not caprice, but urgency to cross the limit, to abandon an objective vision to return a subjective view, that of Georgina Starr. Her representation of representation is like theatre in Shakespeare’s theatre, it has nothing of post-modern, but is rather baroque, admitted that baroque is a meta-historical category. Starr’s Theda has the sensual and illusionistic emphasis of still life: splendor and misery coexist in the chiaroscuro excesses of her film. “Theda” is an allegory of Vanitas.
In the project “Theda” the figure of the double takes on the ambiguous and disturbing character of death and expulsion, with several references to psychoanalysis. In Theda (Prelude) the subject seems to multiply rather than get lost in an infinity of expressions, roles, interpretations that reflect the disintegration of identity. Someone once wrote “he who sees the double sees his death”: in the narrativity of the interlude Theda is decomposed with horror in the two-faced portrait that foreshadows the old age.
Theda lifts the veil of the time. The figure of the double returns in the invitation of the recent show at Tracy Williams ltd. in NY titled “The Face of Another”, in which a photograph of the artist is presented next to one of her mother in the 70’s: dressed with the same clothes, hair combed in the same way, she seems to reflect one in the other in the cunning similarity of a smile for the photographic pose. The veil of time is lifted to confuse.
Baudrillard wrote there is no obsession, neither alienation until a dual connection with the double persists, they come up with the interiorization of the double, of the soul that, suggesting a mirroring, secludes the subject in itself. The shadow of the double is insanity, oblivion, loss, or simply the non acceptance of becoming.
In respect to history Starr gives back an atmosphere in which psychology is presented in tight relation with mysticism and the magic and as occultism was considered a key to understand the alterations of personality. The Fox Studios in Hollywood promoted an exotic and evasive identity of Theda Bara, who, without having ever seen Egypt was called “snake of the Nile”, encouraging the actress to discuss of occultism also during interviews. But it is not only for philological love that Starr presents Theda in an environment initiated to mystical symbolism, like in the scene of the spiritualist séance, but to connect mystery to the phenomenon of the dissociation of the self.
For her third solo show at Pinksummer Starr will present a version of Theda (Prelude).
In this single-shot filmed performance, the artist runs through a series of codified expressions akin to the silent era performer. As the rhythm of the performance takes hold, it seems as if her face is being held hostage by the gestures and expressions she is trying so precisely to communicate.
Starr will also present a series of sculptural works taken from classical representation of the female ‘muse’. Like Theda Bara through the loss of her films, these early representations of ‘womanhood’ were frozen still lives; the embodiment of metrical speech and idealized/idolized form. The sculptures will function as perfomative objects in the exhibition.

On the 7th December the live film version of Theda will be presented at Palazzo Ducale.

For each screening of the film Starr invites a different group of musicians to respond to the film and accompany it live. This evening Theda will be accompanied by Italian musician Domenico Caliri.

Performance: 7. 12. 2007 at pinksummer

Georgina Starr – The Joyful Mysteries of Junior

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The first page of Georgina Starr’s website features a brain floating on a white gravity free background. On the brain, one card from the Major Arcana of the divinatory Tarot rests on its corner, almost like the pickup of a turntable which has stuck on a corrupted groove; a shock becoming an obsession. The card is The Empress. The matter forming the brain appears pink, dense and sensitive; it looks like those highly performative chewing gums; exaggeratedly sweet, tasting like strawberry, generally irresistible for kids, but abhorred by adults, especially parents. In Italy this kind of chewing gum is called “Big Babol” (big bubble, being “babol” a misspelling of the English word bubble) and, back in the day, there had been a useless dissuasive warning, diffused probably by some parent, about the ingredients supposedly containing rat fat.
‘The Empress’ represents the complete woman, capable of love and understanding, the mother, the feminine creator, the one who is empress because of her power over nature. For the Gnostics, she is the Pistis Sophia. When The Empress is upside down in a Tarot reading, the card drops its benign meaning and indicates the possibility of becoming lost in abstraction, referring to the limitations of personal expression, coquetry and immaturity. Lost children (orphans) in the story of Peter Pan remain ageless all life long, outside of time. When Wendy asks Peter if he knows what love is, he answers bothered and evasive that even just the sound of that word offends him. It is not by chance that ancient wise men, from Pythagoras to Plato, intended knowledge as the ability to recognize, remember, recall and use this knowledge to find happiness.
Behind each lost child, there must be a mother who has lost her child, a lost mother, maybe an Empress turned upside down.
One can associate the image on the website, the pink brain with the Tarot card, with a work by Georgina Starr called “I am the Medium” (2010). It is a vinyl record of locked grooves, each groove repeats endlessly until the needle is moved. It could be said that we are all records, sometimes playing tracks that sound so alien to our conscious mind that they appear threatening to our idea of identity. “I am the Medium” contains 250 excerpts from sittings with spiritualist mediums questioned by the artist about her future. Like a ventriloquist, even if with different modalities, a medium has the ability to speak using two different voices: his/her own and another one, that sounds like it is coming from remote and inner depths, used while in a trance to articulate messages from beyond.
“I am the Medium” is the work that immediately precedes “The Joyful Mysteries of Junior” (Georgina Starr’s fourth exhibition at pinksummer), and which also informs the maieutic process generating the puppet ‘Junior’. Junior was created by the artist in her own image in 1994 (part of “The Nine Collections of the Seventh Museum”) and has now been brought back into the world after remaining shut inside a suitcase for 18 years.
Last summer, while talking about her next show, Georgina Starr told us that the mediums she consulted for “I am the Medium”, speaking in a vague and oracular way, foretold of an impending maternity (which, actually, the artist has never desired). The induced reflection on the idea of motherhood (it seems funny, but it is not at all) caused the suitcase containing the now eighteen year old, but necessarily ageless Junior to open.
“It was 1994 when I made Junior, I was in a hotel room in Den Haag, where I had to stay for two weeks. I made her to fight loneliness and entertain myself. Together with Junior everything seemed to get better”. With Junior in 1994, Georgina Starr also enacted a repeat performance of “Long Haired Lover From Liverpool”. The song had originally been sung by Starr in her first ever live performance, which she had religiously prepared during her childhood for a family Christmas party. In 1974 the artist’s family adopted a little girl; the same year, two days before Christmas, the adoption agency took the baby back again. The young Georgina performed Jimmy Osmond’s popular song “Long Haired Lover From Liverpool” on that Christmas Day while her mother broke down in tears at the loss of her child.
The work of Georgina Starr with its opposing and paranoid duality, where the joyful and the innocent are always accompanied by something disturbing and deeply sinister, seems like some sort of method; a path to navigate through something painful. In this sense, “The Joyful Mysteries of Junior” celebrates “the repatriation of the known”, to quote the philosopher Remo Bodei. In a beautiful article which recently appeared in the Sunday issue of “Il Sole 24 Ore” titled “Piacere di fare conoscenza” (“Pleased to make your acquaintance”), Bodei assimilates such a cognitive process, triggered by something shocking and obsessive, to the spinning top of little Ernst, mentioned by Freud in his essay “Beyond the Pleasure Principle”. The game consisted of launching the spinning top (to the sound of the German word Fort, meaning ‘away’) and finding it again (while shouting Da, ‘here it is’) by mimicking in that temporal delay the anguish for the removal of the beloved object (the mother) and the happiness of the rejoining.
Indeed, all the projects presented by Georgina Starr at pinksummer over the last decade, including the “Da” of “The Joyful Mysteries of Junior”, are a discourse on the lost child; from Bunny Lake, the little sister herself, to absent mothers: the mother of Bunny Lake, the natural one of the adopted sister, her own mother and maybe even a motherhood rejected, Georgina herself.
In “The Bunny Lake Collection”, (created and presented in Genoa in 2000, and later at the Venice Biennale in 2001), the lost children killed the beautiful teenagers they could have become. “Inside Bunny Lake Garden” (2003), (first shown in life-size as an outdoor installation at Villa Medici in Rome, then as a maquette at pinksummer) presented a door-less red brick walled garden that created a claustrophobic space, as escapeless as some childhoods.
Bunny Lake is the child central to Otto Preminger’s 1967 movie “Bunny Lake Is Missing”. In the film it is not clear, until the final scene, if the child actually exists or she is just the fantasy of a hysterical woman. Georgina Starr watched the movie for the first time in 1980, while babysitting her adopted sister, lost and found again, a child who never knew her natural mother and who has gotten lost many times in her life.
In “The Face of Another” (shown at pinksummer in 2007) Starr directly faces the mother as a subject matter. Her own mother, presented in the synthesis of an extraordinary double portrait, reveals the shreds of a not enjoyable and never enjoyed beauty, fragmented by the obscure and subtle evil of depression. One might say that, for better or for worse, nobody better than our offspring can give the sense of passing time.
Lacan might define Junior “le petit object à”, a substitutive object, a kind of surplus being, born to fill a lack. Unlike the simulacrum and the fetish, the substitutive object was not born in place of a symbolic lack, but of a real one, right there where what is absent and was replaced should be or could be.
“The Joyful Mysteries of Junior” will feature plenty of things, a parallel world, Starr’s art at its best: watercolors, a small stage, sculptures, a theatre curtain, videos and photos of vintage performers, titled “The Mothers”. Plenty of women, future or possible mothers aligned like dancers in a variety show, who assist distracted and overwhelmed by their belly growing bigger and bigger by itself, like a disorienting alterity, until nearly bursting.

Sancho Silva

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Pinksummer: “You wrote that the central concept of your work is the space one. The idea of space is not univocal but takes different shapes and meanings in the different fields: from mathematics to philosophy, from economic sciences to those social as urban design conceive the space in their own way, apparently autonomous. You said that discover the connection established by the history, by the time between the different concepts of spaces is an endless work but definitely significant. Is this what you pursue with your work?”

Sancho Silva: “Not exactly. I don’t think my work develops according to a precisely determined philosophical project. It is not guided by strict methodological principles. I think it operates according to its own logic and, conceptually speaking, its movements are quite unpredictable. What happens is that once I look back at my works I try to articulate them according to a conceptual scheme.
Slowly this conceptual scheme gains its own momentum and begins to take a specific direction that is not necessarily parallel to that of the works. What this means is that there is always a tension between the works and the conceptual scheme that envelops them. Surely the conceptual scheme will punctually influence the trajectory of the works, but it does not guide it.
That being said I can say that I have a big interest in the history of space, how its furthermost limits and its overall shape have changed, how it has been treated philosophically and scientifically, how it has been articulated, categorized, constructed and represented across history. I think this will help us understand what is space today and to what extent it acts and forms the world.”

P: In the topography you individualize another concept of space that connects the mind space to the political space. Your analytical constructions start from the mapping of the space that includes them and re-configuration it trying to create obliged perceptive ways. How do you start from specific space? On witch bases do you define your trajectories?

S.S: On my first contact with a specific space I try to grasp the forces that are operating in it (be them sensorial, ergonomic, social, symbolic, etc.). I believe that every space is constituted by a multitude of such forces constantly and dynamically interacting.
On some of my works I may try to act upon the hierarchical organization of these forces. I may, for example, transpose to the tactile realm a force that usually manifests itself in a non-tactile dimension. I may also try to redirect or contain a specific force substantially altering the overall equilibrium of the system. I guess the trajectories you are talking about can be understood in these terms.
They result from an emphasis on a specific force (e.g. a visual axis, an ergonomic trajectory, an implicit social barrier) that is given a tactile form. Often the result is that the translated (or “tactilized”) force ends up interfering with other forces and some type of spatial ambiguity is created.

P: For the pinksummer invitation you choose the image of a pendulum, the image of time, dynamism, fluently of the physical world. Somewhere we read that while a tick can only wait for the butyric acid and so don’t pass through the organic present, we, human beings, can wait for Godot. Through our imaginary constructions our horizons of time become unlimited. The concept of limit brings us back to space. Space and time coincide in your work?

S.S: During the last few years I’ve thought about my work mainly in terms of space. Only recently, with a project I did in Oporto, did time come into the picture. I’ve said before that every particular space results from the interaction of a multitude of forces.
I believe the same is true of time. I doubt, however, I will ever deal purely with time in my work. Maybe music is the only way to do that. What interests me in time is its relationship to space: how can it (or one of its components) affect space, how can it be treated in spatial terms, how can a particular spatial organization define and articulate a particular time.

P: In some ways your work refers to the analytic cubism of Picasso and Braque. In Overviewer, project presented in 2001 at the Serralves Museum in Porto, the viewer could watch through a periscope behind the wall that block the view of who can watch trough the window of the museum. This kind of pass through the physic perception with a periscope refer to the knowledge and again to the time, time of memory through that we can know even when we cannot see?

S.S: In Overviewer I attached a periscope to the right half of a window that would otherwise look directly onto a wall. The left side of the window was left uncovered. When looking through the window you could see the wall on the left and, on the right, a tunnel that appeared to go through the wall and reveal its other side.
The result was, on the one hand, an alteration of the topological structure of visual space: two places that were previously visually disjointed were now visually connected. On the other hand, and because of this topological shift, the visual components of the space were themselves severed from the architectural and ergonomic ones. Maybe there is a parallel with analytic cubism, but on my work the spatial components are not separated in time. They are inherently separate.

P: Bachelard said that outside and inside are a lacerate dialectic and the geometry of this dialectic digress in the field of metaphors that make the thought spatial; the cleanness of yes or not, to be and not to be, inclusiveness and exclusion… We are thinking at Gazebo, the minimalist construction that you presented at Manifesta 4, or at Overview in Serralves or at Shorcut recently realized ad De Appel. Why the inside and the close door of your works are similar to the outside and open air or the opposite?

S.S: Inside and outside are relative to the particular spatial component we are considering. The visual outside is not the auditory outside, the architectural outside is not the social outside. What happens is that once you map one realm onto another other, the outside of one realm may not coincide with the outside of the other so that you end up with some type of spatial ambiguity. In extreme cases you may even completely undermine this duality.

P: You said that through the decoding of a specific space we can discover the organization of societies their practices and their beliefs. It is the human being the central concept of your poetic of the space?

S.S: No. I think the central concept of my work is that of space. As with time, I’m interested in the human being only to the extent that it relates to space. How can it become one force in the formation of space and, on the other hand, how can it be seen as itself a product of space.

P: You have a degree in mathematics and philosophy why did you choose to operate in the visual art field?

S.S: I give a lot of value to imagination.

P: A dealer worry, this in pinksummer is your first show in a private gallery, your work as the idea of space exclude the objectification and start always from a pre existent architecture. How do you are in front of the modalities of collection?

S.S: I haven’t thought a lot about that. I think collections always find ways to keep collecting. I keep plans, drawings and models of everything I do. If there is nothing left of the actual works, I guess you can still look at these and imagine.

P: What will you be presenting at pinksummer?

[no answer]

Sancho Silva

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“Where does point zero of the hermit who is looking the horizon end?”
So declares an ancient hermetic text when referring to the principle of polarity where, in the phenomenic world, absolute and static principles do not exist, everything moves, everything vibrates, everything is dual and any truth is nothing other then a half truth, so everything is relative: up and down, near and far, inside and outside, before and after, and they aren’t in themselves opposites, but two aspect of the same substance that are different only in degree.
This serves as an introduction to the illuminism of Sancho Silva, of whom we are happy to present the second solo show at pinksummer. Silva connects mathematics and philosophy, science and ethics through a rhythmical process that is both anabolic and catabolic in equilibrium, that works on a highly dynamic principle of reason that undermines the aprioristic bases of perception: the very concepts of space and time. The aesthetic field, in this sense, is be considered as the ideal humus for the Silva experimentations, detracting itself from any kind of dogmatism of knowledge, both moral and also aesthetic.
With regards to its end purposes, Silva’s investigation into perceptive mechanisms is an attempt to lead us to freedom of consciousness, revolting against the principle of authority, including that of stagnant habits: Silva’s art has a humoristic-subversive aspect, which is very Portuguese, that we really like a lot.
Absurdly Silva’s methodology achieves on the physical level of perception what Ceal Floyer achieves on the double ethereal of language: both of them disarrange our beliefs, turning them around the buoy of reason. Lessing stated that if God had given him the possibility to choose between truth and research, he would have chosen the second option, because only through unceasing research does a human being improve himself. Reason does not allow for us to acquire a definitive and static knowledge, but instead provides us with a consciousness of the impossibility to consider any prospective as absolute.
The perceptive slipping, the fragmented and parcelled visions put forward by Silva, show us how any kind of relationship between terms, subject and predicate, is conditioned by the position that the subject occupy in the three-dimensional space in that precise timeframe. Space and time for Silva are two aspect of the same substance, since perceptions always come from inside the three-dimensional space and the temporal succession, space and time are in the end the condition sine qua non of perception, but unlike Kant, Silva’s criticism doesn’t intends space and time as pure base and causative intuitions a priori, as elements on which to found vision, but categories which are themselves subject to historical becoming.
Logical paradoxes of Floyer using real objects as if they were words, or examining language as a substitute for reality, shows us how language is a inadequate and arbitrary system of representation of the prismatic concreteness of the world, and how verbal communication lends itself to every kind of paralogism and sophism. In the same way, Silva, by subverting our visual expectations, demonstrates how space and time are systems of representation ductile and mouldable as clay inside his perceptive nets.
As the Brechtian theatre, the conceptual trompe l’oeil of Floyer and the perceptive logics of Silva do not look for the inclusion of the viewer, they demand distance: in their works is the content, or better, the function that determines shape, but it is the shape that disciplines force and doesn’t permit it to scatter, the fruition of it therefore demands a vigilant spirit, it is not here that you find the aesthetic dullness of contemplation, and if it is found it has to pursue the track of reason, where Apollo and Dionysius can hold each other’s hand sure to be not seen.
Floyer and Silva keep us anchored to sensorial experience, not permitting that any form of automatism will organize itself in a judgement that has been predetermined from past experiences, not tolerating that our knowledge and comprehension of reality is directed by our expectations founded on unilluminated bigotry.
Between calculation and abstraction, the architectures of Silva stocked the polarities of active and passive, positive and negative flowingly passing throw from one side to the other: to see/ to be see, to hidden/to show, to look out/ to see inside.
Filipa Ramos affirms (Contemporary no 87 November 2006) that Sancho Silva’s works are not visible because they are done not to be seen but to see. Instead, we think that Silva’s architecture, from the more simple to those more complex, contain objects of great aesthetic impact.
In pinksummer Silva will present a study on Cairo city. The raw materials are constituted from three transversal tracks that Silva documented with a series of photographies taken walking from the centre to the periphery of the metropolis crossing the rich and organized quarters of the city, to the residential bourgeoisie zones, until those no-mans’ lands where barracks and abusive houses alternate into residual emptiness, those off-limit zones that are never included on official maps.
Those tracks are presented in the gallery on a wooden object. From its centre three truncated pyramids protrude. At their extremity, three monitors show the sequence of images from the centre to the suburbs, from culture and its scum until nature. A track ends in the desert, both of the other tracks end in the fields.
The other work is a machine constructed from two truncated pyramids horizontally laid down on one side, while the basis are put on the external side, the two extremities are connected in the centre, creating a restriction that incorporates the vision of the satellite image of Cairo shown in a light box, while the viewer is the opposite side.
On the occasion of the second solo show at Pinksummer, Sancho Silva will also present a permanent project carried out in the outdoor space of Parfiri, a company based in Vado Ligure whose office building was designed by 5+1AA.
The installation “Involtino” consists of wooden construction. Inside it, the viewer will enjoy the upside-down landscape, given from the illusory reflections of a mirrors system.

LINKS

Sancho silva website: http://www.sancho-silva.blogspot.com

http://orangeworks.blogspot.com

Sancho Silva

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In his previous projects at pinksummer, Sancho Silva focused on what can be generally called the constructed structures of perception, of the artificiality of different components of the space-time framework that we inhabit and that constructs us as subjects.
In “Captor” (2003), he focused on the gallery as a machine of seeing and being seen. In “Cyclopean Eye” (2007) he focused on the city as a maze of infinite divergent trajectories, from the center to the outer limits.
And, in “Satellite” (2007), he focused on the technological mediation of our mental maps of a city as a consistent whole.
In this third solo show, Sancho Silva will adopt a different approach, rather than focus on elements that are structural and therefore enveloping and elusive, he will focus on what lies right at the center: objects we interact with in our daily lives, simple industrial objects like a broom and a fork, but also abstract objects like a number and perhaps also an art object. Projects that could be perhaps called object-specific.
Foucalt, in his introduction to “The Order of Things” wrote that his archaeology of knowledge comes from a text written by Borges that alters our millenary practice of the same an the other. Borges, in that text, mentions a certain Chinese encyclopaedia that classifies animals in: a) belonging to the Emperor b) domesticated c) sucking pigs d) sirens e) fabulous d) free dogs g) included in the previous classification h) that madly agitate themselves i) drawn with a very fine brush of camel bristles l) et cetera m) that make love n) that look like flies from far away.
Regarding this rediscovery of the ordinary seen under an impossible key, the show of Sancho Silva could be summarized in the question “which are the rules to affirm that a given object is?”.
The rules of this knowledge are always more suitable to determine the identity of things rather than their existence, since existence is not a predicate. Sancho Silva tends to give a basis to determine whether a thing is real or a hallucination, a fake or an image. In front of simple questions about the objects that structure our lives, sometimes we face surprises; ready-made, as to aesthetic process, is one of those.
But there is something worse: usually we work with objects like a table, a spoon, a tomato, but, for example in Indian philosophy, we read, you can encounter a stick that suddenly, in every moment, can become a snake. Knowledge is then not only a question of right description, can we for example define a table a painted table? Classic ratio with metaphysical implications would for sure consider to be a table also its image (generic object?), modern epistemology tends instead to define an object through a function, transforming it into a specific object.
In this survey about knowledge and its traps, Sancho Silva comes to identify the aesthetic object with the generic object because free from any instrumental approach, and, thus, he syllogistically assimilates the artwork with garbage, so with a series of objects where the idea of functionality is deceased. Guy Ben-Ner, for example, in his video “I’d give it to you”, solved the analytical problem of the unqualified aesthetic object reassembling it into a functional form: “Bull Head” by Picasso, a sculpture by Tinguely, Duchamp’s “Bicycle Wheel”, became a bike he gave his children to bike around the city of Munster.

To present or make objects present, Sancho Silva has thought of an archaeological setting inside the gallery, an arrangement that doesn’t change the substance of the objects themselves, so that a broom remains a broom, but rather transforms the way these objects are offered to knowledge. We believe all this has strong political hints.

After this introduction by pinksummer is the text written by the artist.
Remarks on Functions and Objects

To talk about objects is always to talk about limits. One needs criteria to decide when two given objects are actually the same. But to be given an object in the first place one needs to have already drawn a line or taken up a position.
Objects are not brooms, apples, planets but rather specific brooms, apples and planets. They always escape their conceptual wrappings, leaving a remainder.

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In industrial capitalist objects the hierarchical society that produced them shines like a crystal. The first subjugation of an object to a function occurs with the attribution to that object of a predicate P( ). The object then functions as a representation of P( ).
Functional objects are necessarily disciplinary, they always instruct us on a choreography of gestures.
Objects can be presented again, or re-presented. As such they deny space-time. One object a is always actually a series of objects a1, a2,… at different space-time situations s1, s2, … . They serve to identify or correlate different points of space-time and thus are at the structure of memory and orientation. To abolish the object is thus to experience to liberate space-time, to experience it raw.
Consider the construction F(x) where F( ) denotes a function or concept and x denotes an arbitrary object to which the function is applied. If space-time is understood as a kind of mould for the objects that exist within it, then we could describe space-time as a function ST( ) that is applied to the objects in its domain. Starting with an object a, by means of the function ST( ), we arrive at a new transformed object b that is the image of a under the function ST( ). Thus, for example, to the convict a is applied a jail sentence J( ), resulting in a new traumatized person J(a) = b.
Traditionally we assume the functions remain the same while the objects they are applied to change. But does not the converse also hold? Would it not make more sense to assume that, in the process of being applied to objects, or a series of objects, the functions themselves also change, that the objects transform the function just as much as the function the objects? This would mean, for example, that when using a particular mop to clean the floor, it is not only the floor itself that changes but the mopping-function also. Or, in the case of the prisoner, that in the process of serving his jail sentence J( ), the jail-function itself changes, resulting in a new jail-function Ja( ) = a(J( )).

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Objects usually indicate functions: they are usually taken for tools. In the process of referring to objects we frequently use a function that we associate with them, for example, when when we point at an object saying “that spoon.” This means that objects are often constructs of the form S(a), where S( ), refers to a function that is supposed to be performed by a sub-object a of the original object. Often this sub-object may then itself be further analyzed into a new construct of the form a = Q(b), where b is a sub-object of a. If we repeatedly apply this procedure to perceptual object we will arrive at what we shall call an unqualified aesthetic object. Thus, for example, a particular wooden spoon s could be analyzed as a construct of the form

t = Spoon(Wood(…(x)…)))
where x is an unqualified aesthetic object that we envelop with these attributes.

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Unqualified aesthetic objects are fleeting paradoxical entities. As aesthetic objects they must have a location, a shape, a size, a colour, etc. But yet they cannot be taken as representations of any of these attributes. They have no functions. What this means is that if x is an unqualified aesthetic object we cannot form statements of the form Blue(x), or “x is Blue,” for even though x might very well be taken as blue (or be taken as a blue bucket for that matter) the moment we take it to be this predicate we transform it into the new complex perceptual object y = Blue(x).
Let us define the core aesthetic function A( ) as the function that, when applied to a perceptual object k = F1(…Fn(x)…), results in its unqualified aesthetic object x:

A(k) = A(F1(…Fn(x)…)) = x

Museums operate the core aesthetic function on the objects displayed inside them in that they displace the functional components of these objects to the background. This displacement is only temporary, however, for museums are quick to cover the indecently exposed object with its official clothes of class, value and meaning. Museums are places of representation and the objects displayed inside them are always used functionally to represent a school, a concept, a transcendence …
The unqualified aesthetic object is not encompassed by the “retinal.” In it we witness the suspension of the instrumental approach. Beyond it one reaches the undifferentiated magma of perception. The unqualified aesthetic object exists at the intersection of this magma and memory. In the face of it one experiences the anxiety of forgetting.
By misplacing an object one weakens its functionality. Misplaced objects grab the eye. Their mode of presentation is the puzzle.
One cuts through an object like a geologist to disclose its layers. Like plums, objects have seeds, bones and skeletons but no essences. Reaching to the abstract level of the skeleton one obtains a calculus of possibilities.

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In discarded fragments of industrial objects we witness the decomposition of the instrumental approach. Dirty, deformed, shattered pieces of refuse no longer have the dignity or capability to represent much. In the decay of garbage into amorphous matter we glimpse the shadows of unqualified aesthetic objects. Implicit in the garbage-function lies a core aesthetic function.

Bojan Sarcevic

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Pinksummer: “Even if, at first sight, it looks like, your work is never off-line,I mean it doesn’t shape abstract situations, but it underlines the situation element (the place, for example) and thus the existential one. Do you think existence is a structure for a situation conditioning?”

Bojan Sarcevic: “It’s obvious that existence is connected to the condition of a specific situation. But what is far from being obvious, it is the nature of this connection.I don’t think existence is a structure; it rather needs an appropriate structure to appear and disclose its originality. One existence doesn’t exist but in a definite field. It’s inscribed somewhere, in a place, in a moment, in a relationship. A situation or a place never creates something of itself. Birth originates From the encounter of pre-existent structures: on one side there is my glance and its story, and on the opposite, there’s a place, that as well has a story. What occurs in the meeting of these two elements, is the equivalence which results from what it can not be determined in advance by a calculation. The alchemy takes out something incredible, something impredictable and still necessary.”

P: Let’s think about your video of the dogs in a Dutch church: It seems that an Animal is in the “World as Water in the Water” (1999). Do you think existence is different from mere presence?

B.S:I understand why you’re asking me if the existence comes to be a mere presence with in relation to this specific work. Actually the animal’s way of being (the dog in this case) can look like a materialisation of the plain presence and of immediadiacy, what really is. A dog has no respect for places that are sacred in our mind. He barks where we use to observe a respectful silence. But I don’t envy at all the dogs blind freedom and I think it’s naive to consider a model, his way of being. The dog presence in the church doesn’t express a rebellion or blasphemous intention, but it allows me to set a critical distance in a relationship that naturally is submission and respect. At least, everything, just like the dog, has no relation with the church, as any connection requires a minimum distance. In similar way we can’t properly talk of a relation with this place, as the relation is performed both for believers and for tourists. Presence, to a man, is immediately full of sense. Somehow there is not immediate presence but always mediation, much more for those places, like a church, abounding in signs and representations. Paradoxically, you need an enormous work to do in order to find an authentic immediate relation. You must understand a sign is a sign, a building is a building, and value is not inside the stone but in the spirit that is free like a dog, since silence in this place is the most suitable for concentration.

P: The idea of trace reoccurs in your work; it could be an extraneous architectonic shape that mixes up with pre-existent (Untitled 1998,99,00,01,02), a fluid flowing mysteriously from a worker’s boots (Irrigation-Fertilization 1999), or, again, dirt on working clothes (Worker’s Favorite Clothes Worn While S/He Worked 1999-2000). Is Trace an emanation of “being-in-the-world”?

B.S:Trace is an emanation? Yes, it is. But if we stop at this point, we Make a reduction. I think there are two types of trace: first of all there’s a trace that is a gesture, voluntary and nearly vindictive displays. It’s a trace that we can brandish as if it were a sign, to declare our presence in this world. Through it, we mark the place around us. After that, there is the undergone trace, it marks and determines us, maybe in spite of us. But the two types of trace share signs. We need to see, read, describe and, shortly, recognise them as manifestation and emanation of being. It’s only at this precise moment that this being really becomes “being-in-the-world”. I don’t think it’s enough having being’s will to show, he will need an external echo, even if, it can’t be perceived.

P: In “Frieze”, Jorg Heiser assimilates the water flowing out of the worker’s shoes in “Irrigation-Fertilisation” to Pollock’s dripping. The anti-formal controversy, raised in a moment of particular historical unstableness, tends to set up more problematical aspects of reality against form that means a steady, lasting and thus positive sense. Actually war, hate and destruction are boundary-situations reabsorbing the existence sea in a haven of absolute: time, irrevocability of the past, death. How do you conceive existence with reference to transcendence?

B.S: For me the gesture, the action, are the moments of the embodiment of the transcendence. Existence reveals its fullness when the transcendent looses all its Transcendence to become perfectly immanent. The absolute is in a sense present in the spontaneous. When one looks for the shape, one is in the analysis, in the distance of the critical glance. When the shape is imperative to itself in equivalence with the background, then the absolute demonstrates itself. There are too rare points of light. But I shall not do the apology of the naive spontaneity, which believes that it is enough being spontaneous to be. The spontaneity always comes for me, as the outcome of something. As for the second aspect of your question, I do not believe that one necessarily has to look for a link of necessity between historical and political events in a society and the new aesthetic creations.

P: For the invitation card we asked you to choose a picture from art history close to your work concept. You chose a public monument in Teheran, built for fallen soldiers in the Iran/Iraq war; it’s a strongly socially/politically characterized object and, at the same time, so far from the antiseptic context of contemporary art (exhibitions in museum and galleries) where you are use to working. Why did you choose that picture and how do you relate to it?

B.S:That picture was drawn from a newspaper. Paradoxically I was struck by its visual power more than its social/political value. I appreciate the rough and simple design: a pyramid of bricks and red water instead of blood, whose purpose is to commemorate sacrifice and death. It’s an extreme and beautiful idea. It’s a public monument, a fountain… of blood (unthinkable in Europe). The power, which has the death generally, enlightens the sense of the sacrifice, at the bottom the sacrifice restores the lost value, by means of the desolation of the life. It is indeed a weakness of the western world to give to the death a character of irreality. I think that the art, or the death, have the task to reveal the life in its plenitude.

P: What will you present at pinksummer?

B.S: It’s an exhibition conceived from leftovers. It will include photo, drawing and sculpture. Instead of conceiving some specific project for the exhibition, I wanted to show snapshot images, objects or things that I guard in my pads without ever having thought of considering them as objects of art. These rests exist only as results of process, they are tardive and never original. They determine what, in my work, does not belong to the part taken in “consideration”. I would on the contrary like to show that the leftovers appear from a non-coincidence between the essence and the existence, that it is the existence itself, which introduces these irreducible. The existence, which is to say this tiny and extraordinary fringe at the same moment which distinguishes a possible and a reality. The rests, that is to say what makes that a thing is still the other thing than all that one can say and understand.

P: You told us you’d like to write the press release for the exhibition at pinksummer, but you were also wondering about our questions. At the same time we wondered what you would write about in press release without our questions.

B.S:No doubt I would write the same thing as what I answered to your questions.

Bojan Sarcevic – Everything makes sense in the reverse

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Pinksummer: “Everything makes sense in the reverse” the name of the big sculpture that gives the title to the show that you will show at pinksummer. People say that in the infinity, that as such escapes any kind of proportion, the ‘coincidentia oppositorum’ occurs. A Renaissance philosopher stated that if from the concept of infinity, that is something at the same time exceedingly big and exceedingly small, we subtract the idea of quantity, maximum and minimum coincide being two superlatives. The idea of infinity is beyond any affirmation and negation, in God, as in another time philosophers called the absolute, all the distinctions that in creatures are deemed opposite coincide. Do you believe that any creature, any finite existence, finds his meaning in his cause, as a piece of a mosaic?

Bojan Sarcevic: Well, no, I don’t exactly believe so. As far as the opposites are concerned – opposites of any kind- I will always stand for the other one, the one that doesn’t fit, the one that is too big or too small, the very one that disturbs the mosaic. To my sense, there is no meaning but in the movement of research or in that quest for the whole. That is why I do not believe that any creature finds its meaning in the cause and to be more specific I do not think that any creature can go so far in the understanding of the perfect enigma of life.

P: But I do believe that all the creatures are meaningful in the research of that cause. Fortunately, we never get to that point and can always try better, but if we think we did reach that point, the doctor is necessary. Nevertheless, sometimes we sense fullness and I guess that is in moments when we reach our limits and while doing so we recognize them as ours, our owns, which is another way of saying by accepting them.

B.S: I guess I’m too old to desire the absolute and still too young to loose my eager curiosity for the unknown. In other words, I’m romantically utopian about the middle position. By the way, the creatures we talk about are science-fictional, philosopher’s and psychoanalyst’s working material. As an artist for me the real, is that mouse being eaten by my cat in the garden.

P: Reason, being dialectic, affirms and denies, the analysis keeps separate the opposites, according to the principle of non-contradiction. Once you said that when we’re looking for form, we are in the analysis, when forms seems imposing in itself by combining perfectly with the background, then the absolute becomes manifest and then existence reaches its fullness. Do you think that to see the transcendent in the immanent we need to reach a superior form of knowledge, which with an act of intuition could catch these rare moment of light when the opposites coincide? Is this form of knowledge that you call spontaneity?

B.S: Yes. Perfectly. Real spontaneity is nothing but a very efficient lie, maybe the most efficient one. A spontaneous movement is the one that seems to embody the nature’s simple flow but that in reality is a result of a very complex intellectual, moral and affective process that comes only through real time experience. The highest spontaneity would be like sublime Mathematics, what you call the superior form of knowledge. But let’s not kill the magic, we’re incapable of getting to that point of logic, although we’re desperately trying to.

P: That’s why beauty exists, in the understandable. Being spontaneous is making connections between things as if those connections were waiting to be revealed. It’s being faithful in things and our relation to them. Intution is the feeling of that link, of the bound between each thing, I guess this could be something you call the superior form of knowledge expressed in an act of intuition.

B.S: The concept of spontaneity considered as a superior form of knowledge to which we should aim, and thus meant by you as “the result of something” is pivotal in your work. Man, unlike animals, must reach spontaneity avoiding determination, in order to stay in the world as water in water. It reminds us Thoreau when, in “Walden”, wrote :”Think to those ladies that prepare for the last day of their life making toilette pillows being afraid to betray too strong an interest in their own destiny: as if one could kill time without hurting eternity”.

P: Once you told us that art or death have the task to reveal life in its fullness. In the light of this quest for spontaneity, the first part of your search, including also the show about “leftovers” exhibited in 2002 at pinksummer, appears to be preparatory to a sort of “second navigation”, even though still in the sensible. Your first works always aim at creating a distance, a non-conformity, to break the chains of determination and have the world speaking again to our essence in an immediate way: “(…) Before pronouncing the ancient lost word, searched in vain, one needs to dissolve the constraints that prevent pronouncing it” (Elémire Zolla)”

B.S: Break the first beliefs. Create the distance. Change the point of view and change it again. Those are maybe the most difficult tasks one is bound to accomplish. How hard is it to get out of the circle? Very hard because this paradox hurts: if we really want to be part of it, in full consciousness, we need to step out of it. And only like that, having one foot out there, we can really feel it turning around without being taken in the whirl. The transition has nevertheless to be subtle and permanent. Criminals want to change the world as much as the artists, but they step out of it without thinking their way back. Dissolving the constraints is always a violent act and potentially dangerous if one loses the sense of the necessity of the both parts “in and out” and of the unavoidable tension between them. There is no solution but to repeat the question in a better way.

P: The new big sculptures that you exhibited at BQ and the one that you are going to exhibit at pinksummer have a harmony that induce the pleasure of contemplation, they don’t seem built, but grown on the humus of symbolic relationships with things. When you sent us the picture of one of the small sculptures (made out of an old piece of wood, taken from an old house, pierced by a brass structure, which you describe as an organic, with two thin threads, red and green, crossing over, it seemed to us something strong and weak at the same time.

B.S: It made us thinking of the old sailor Santiago by Hemingway, who is unable to surrender to destiny, keeping a stoic relation with reality. You wrote in one email that you thought to display the small sculptures near to the big one to create a sort of echo. The small sculptures seem like a symbol of human dignity. Tell us about your sculptures.

P: Well I wouldn’t go so far as to explain my own sculptures in a moral or moralistic way. Anyway, I do not think that has ever been the purpose of art. But I do recognize to some extent what you mean and I like the fact that your analysis reaches those dimensions (dignity). But for me the essentials are the different natures of materials and the forms and their interrelations building up a meaningful structure. I talk in measures, I understand the color shades.

B.S: Their aim is to express the moment where the very mechanic, the pure materia put into a certain formal context suggests another level and opens the possibility of a coherent language. It becomes then impossible to decide whether the impression of organicity is the result of such encounters or the origin of our affective understanding of their echoing.

Bojan Sarcevic – True Enough

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“…It becomes then impossible to decide whether the impression of organicity is the result of such encounters or the origin of our affective understanding of their echoing”. In this way, referring to your works, linking it to a hermeneutic element, you ended our conversation of 2005, and we would like to come back to that point to start again, as we believe the exegetic moment is central to your artistic and cognitive, or rather artistic/cognitive, path, regarding the idea of reality, a word that could perhaps be substituted with truth, meant as a shared substrate of every possible perception.
Once you said that for you, as an artist, the real, is that mouse being eaten by a cat in your garden, recognizing a depth of ineluctability of apparently accidental encounters. The idea of interpretation opens an easy way towards relativism, and, staying inside the walls of pinksummer, we are thinking of some of the titles of works you have presented here like “Truth is different” of 2002, or “Everything makes sense in the reverse” of 2005, but the title of this third exhibition at pinksummer, “True enough”, seems like not doubting the existence of a reachable truth, even if in a perfectible way, but for approximation.
Protagora exorcised the loss in relativism stemming it with the criterion of value. Interpretation is the individual attempt to capture knowability through the domain of experience of what has got phenomenality, in no way though, the opinion of the sage, this wise taught, is more true than the opinion of who is no wise at all, simply the first has more value than the second, and the shared value, for approximation, brings closer to the mirage of an objective truth.
Staying grounded to the fact, or better to the shape, of your works, it is difficult to explain, we just know it doesn’t often happen, we have the fantasy that they just are, independently from will or accident. As it is not possible, ab absurdo, to think at them in no other way different from what they appear, and this seems in some way protecting them from the interpretative arrogance.
Regarding the concept of interpretation then, some say that it has become necessary only with the loss of a syncretist comprehension, typical of a primitive Golden Age, when man was nature and nothing apart from it. There is, instead, who thinks of interpretation in a positivist way, as progress and progressive estrangement of mankind from a very dark ferine era. Nietzsche cut it short affirming that there are no facts, but just opinions.
Susan Sontag, in “Against Interpretation”, an essay that you recently mentioned, questioning the role of art critic with regard to the despotism of contents on the form, which tries to fill it rather than stroke it with words, takes this attitude back to the loss of the magical and ritual value of the artwork that took place with the introduction of the Platonic dualism. Plato refuses to acknowledge the value of art itself, being it just mimesis of an imperfect reality, a ugly copy of a mathematical abstraction, the idea. In this aesthetic field, in physics and in metaphysics, it is the body, with its tendency of obsolescence, to lose in favour of the soul.
Aldous Huxley, who, under the effects of mescal, was able to perceive “the bare existence” also in the folds of his flannel trousers, said that Plato made a grotesque mistake by separating the being from the becoming, because that action made him unable to see eternity inside the perishability of a rose.
The last issue of Les Cahiers du Musée national d’art moderne dedicated 20 pages of portfolio to you, under the title “La seule costante est le changement”.
Following our obsession for the perceptive displacement, we would like to see a very rigorous exhibition “against interpretation” that would include your video “Cover version”, together with Ceal Floyer’s “Goldberg Variations” and perhaps a declension of the sound by Carsten Nicolai together with other works that now we would hardly imagine, anyway works that, even admitting they have a soul, it is not possible to think disembodied from a definitely glorious body.
And, about flesh and aesthetics, sometimes extreme, like yours, we were surprised to see in Mambo in Bologna, in one of those first films of yours, mounted like a precious stone, flesh, presented like substance in the substance, but beating, alive.
In this exhibition the flesh is the tinged body, powerful and sublime (we were a bit ashamed to write this exaggerated word), in those sculptures by the strange title “Stamina and the Muse”, sort of a fitness pull-bar from which painting (you described it to us like a surrealist frottage), drops out fluid like a humour.
Again Huxley tells about how the curate of D’Ars used to say that, in those days in which he was free to flagellate himself, God would not refuse anything to him. It seems like the mystics and the contemplatives would systematically work to alter the chemistry of their bodies, also through the strain, to create favourable conditions for the celestial locution. In this sense stamina, which is a substance that increases resistance to strain, can be for sure considered propitious to a secret encounter with the Muse.
Aesthete is one whose concern is towards the forms and their visual relationships inside the field of vision of the picture (again Huxley).
When we saw your new corpus of works in the wonderful space of De Vleeshal in Middelburg in the solo show curated by Lorenzo Benedetti, the same one you will now show at pinksummer, we thought of a unique picture. The delicate sculptures “Presence at night” made of natural and organic forms, and the series “Stamina and the Muse” aside, on the walls, in the centre the neat semi-functional structures formed by the elegant combination of different metals. Freudian critic would probably trace this back to Es and Ego and Super-Ego, a neo-platonic perhaps to the tripartition of the soul into irascible, sensitive and rational. We don’t really know how Marxist critic would interpret it.
Anyway, in the picture, every form seemed in a spontaneous balance in itself and in respect to the other forms and space, we know that for you spontaneity is the result of a great intellectual effort and of discipline.

Bojan Sarcevic – In the rear view mirror

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We could tell that what we know of Bojan Šarcevic’s solo show at pinksummer are just a few ingredients, not the entire recipe. We have got its title, “In the rear view mirror”, the image for the invitation card and other photos; 31 items shipped by the artist are in the gallery and some works in progress are going to transform the venue. We know that Šarcevic has been working hard at the exhibition and he is still working in his rigorous mode, but refusing any a priori deterministic model.
Bojan Šarcevic has been sharing with us the process informing his show step by step, but he did that without using any verbal prosthesis apart from what strictly necessary for the actualization of his project on site, aiming, we guess, to make the venue more specific to itself as a contemporary art gallery per se, rather than to adapt it to some specific artworks to be held. By performing light but significant modifications to the gallery space, somehow Šarcevic retouched our professional identity and, on purpose or not, stimulated a reflection on what we would have wished, or had, to be. As a matter of fact, Šarcevic has created inside the frame of our everyday working environment, a new one, smoother, polished and fluffy, where we may move, at least temporary, in a more appropriate and reliable way.
In his book “Inside the White Cube . The Ideology of the Gallery Space” Brian O’Doherty wrote: “the gallery is the locus of power struggles conducted through farce, comedy, irony, transcendence, and of course, commerce.”
Separately displayed, there will a scale model for “rifugio”(mountain hut) too, fine and elegant as Šarcevic sculpture can be, essential like any architecture conceived for a sober living, free from any distraction. The idea is to let the artist build the “rifugio” in an enjoyable place in the middle of the nature. As if that mountain hut acted like the vanishing point in perspective.
Speaking about disguising, one of the first images sent by Šarcevic for “In the rear view mirror” features a European man in his late thirties sitting in front of the camera with an extraeuropean wooden mask on his chest. The mask represents a feminine breast, sagging because of breast-feeding, a universal symbol of fertility definitely little appealing according to contemporary western canon of female beauty. The hippie shirt of the virile and bearded man dates back the image to the 60ies or 70ies of last century. Within the various extra European cultures in which these feminine masks were/are ritually used to banish the demons (Tanzania, Mozambique) they had/have rigorously to be worn by men.
Later, Šarcevic sent us the image to us for the invitation card of the exhibition: a man with his back turned, whose head makes as if to turn to the right and on whose left bachelor emerges one round and rose-colored feminine breast, like a fantastic and inconceivable wing. Even though free from any excess and exaggeration, the image on the invitation card recall the idea of grotesque body outlined by Michail Bachtin, a transforming body, interested to all that spring from the body, to any excrescence that tries to escape to the qualitative and quantitative borders of the individual body .
It is a kind of body that tends to overcome the separation with the other, no matter if that is another body or the space around. According to Bachtin, the grotesque body is a body that swallows the world and let the world swallow it. The grotesque transformation addresses always the border between two bodies, the point of intersection connecting the body with the environment, therefore tends to dualism and bicorporeity.
The feminine of the silicone breast of “In the rear view mirror” refers to a purely expressive and characterological organ, as independent as it was a self-existing body.
Looking back to his previous works, the relationship with the feminine element has been openly present in Šarcevic’s work of last years. We are thinking at the exhibition “Involuntary twitch” curated by Lorenzo Benedetti, co-produced with pinksummer and presented for the first time in 2010 at De Vleeshal in Middelburg, Holland, and namely the series of works “Presence at night”, in which the feminine assumes fantastic and uncanny nocturnal connotations, that might remind of Lilith or Lorelei, whose long hairs entangle in the dreams of a man until obsessing him; also, in a more hidden and indirect way, we are referring to the ineffable watercolor fluids of “Stamina and the Muse”.
Again in 2010, the solo show “Comme des chiens et des vagues” held at Stuart Shave/Modern Art in London presented for the first time the monumental sculpture “She”, since than usually paired in public venues with “He”, both made from a massive block of onyx (“Elipse of an Elipse”, IAC Institut of art contemporain Villeubanne/Rhône-Alpes 2012 and “A curious contortion in the method of progress”, Kunstmuseum Liechtenstein, always 2012). “She” appears like some sort of Eve, who inverts the creation myth by preceding “He” (Art Unlimited, Art Basel 42, Stuart Shave Modern Art, 2011). In London exhibition, Šarcevic also presented a series of small metal sculptures laid on the gallery floor.
The same sculptures appeared in the photographs on the walls in an unexpected setting, as if they were tools with a mysterious function, related to the semi naked bodies of some young female models.
About the title of pinksummer exhibition, “In the rear view mirror”, recently it was published in Italy an essay by Salvatore Silvano Nigro titled ” The door-keeper of the devil: glasses and other concerns”, which focuses on the intelligence of glasses that, by approaching the distance and shortening the intervals, tend to disembody the eye and let the glance raise to extra dimensions, at least that of imagination. That book tells about the microscope, the telescope, that was taken to China by Jesuits and called “the glass of a thousand li”, about incense burners, burning glasses and mirrors.
The exhibition “In the Rear View Mirror” recalls a particular type of mirror, Pearl Jam in the song “Rearviewmirror” asserts that things seen in the rear-view mirror are much clearer and all what we left behind appears more present and closer. The rear-view mirror is an extension and an strengthening of a retrospective look. There is also a book by Dave Goldberg titled “The Universe in the Rearview Mirror: How hidden Symmetries Shape Reality”. And, let’s say it frankly, a retrospective device makes a bit less absurd to look at a shining star and think that its light was extinguished millions of year before being touched by our gaze.
Moreover, about excrescence, ramification and fantastic buds able to cancel limits and borders between one body and another one, a body and the space and the space and the time, the rear-view mirror, we found it out thanks to Bojan Šarcevic show, was invented in 1911 by a pilot who mounted that device on the hood of his car to get rid of the weight of the mechanic on board, that the other pilots, still excluded from the asymmetry that implies the jump of evolution, had to accommodate on their cars to be informed about the traffic behind their shoulders.
Stretching, indeed too far, hidden symmetries and ring theory, in the same year 1911 Picasso pasted on the surface of a painting a piece of oil cloth reproducing the chair caning, a work that Brian O’Doherty defined in his aforementioned essay “(…)collage’s Exhibit A” and claiming “(…) Analytic Cubism didn’t push laterally but poked out the picture plane”.
One could consider new Bojan Šarcevic exhibition “In the rear view mirror” as something similar to his first solo show at pinksummer in 2002, a dis-homogeneous exhibition, hidden, consistently in progress like a journal: something about the possible meanings that everyday experience may assume afterwards on the track of some undisclosed diary.
However, we can suggest to look at “In the rear view mirror” as if it was a very very jutting collage.

Tomas Saraceno – On Air

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Pinksummer presents Tomas Saraceno, invited by Luca Cerizza

Conversation with Tomas Saraceno, Luca Cerizza and pinksummer

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the interview, from a press release, has spread widely and we think that it could offer interesting hints regarding the approach to the artist’s work as well as regarding the relationship between art, architecture and the politics and social connections, so we decided to leave it whole.

Pinksummer: Superstudio in 1970 wrote “In those years it was becoming very clear that continuing to draw furniture, objects and similar domestic decorations was no longer the solution to the question of living? And it could help even less to save it’s own soul”. “Radical” architecture of groups such as Superstudio, Archizoom and other collectives started in the second half of the 60’s to free itself from the pragmatism of the discipline to project a philosophy of life. In 1973 again Superstudio declared: “Architecture never touches the big issues, the essential topics of our lives. Architecture stays at the corner of our lives and takes part only at a certain point of the process, usually when the action has been codified?. You are an architect that works as an artist or an artist with a background as an architect: do you think that art, with its finality tout court, if we can call it finality, is to inform ideas, is more adapt to investigate the big issue of life or even only to de-futurize the future?

Tomas Saraceno: Usually I try to leave the task of categorising my work to the others. First of all we should define the work of the artist and of the architect in history. For me it is more interesting to find interdisciplinary events between those two areas of research. Up until now I felt more opportunity with art than with architecture: with art the possibility of expanding the process of perception sets a critical attitude into motion that considers and reconsiders, re-interprets, decodes your position reverses the reality, reverses the world. If I decide to look at this keyboard for four hours without touching it, my relationship with it will not be the same. In any case we can apply the term “architecture” to an infinitude of contexts and understand that architecture could be a thing much more vast: architecture of computers, architecture of a poem? Architecture is everywhere and cannot be viewed essentially as the science of constructing houses, cities, etc. I think that the aims and interactions between disciplines must be continuously re-invented for each specific context. After operating a dissolution of ?disciplines?, We have to try to activate a process of re-actualization in relation to ever changing contexts, to therefore find a feedback for a faster process of communication, capable of imagining more elastic and dynamic rules. Maybe we can learn from the principle of ecology as a system of cohabitation of different cultural areas. This would help us to understand the need for a principle of cooperation. It is a system based on an entity-principle of “networks” (all the living systems communicate between themselves and share areas of research) “cycles” (all the living organisms are fed with a continuous flux of substances and energy from their environment in order to survive and all those organisms produce a surplus that becomes usable for other species. In this way the substance is always in circulation through this network of life), “partnership” (the exchange of energy and resources in an eco-system is supported by a pervasive cooperation. Life on the planet is supported by the principles of cooperation, partnership and networking), “diversity” (an ecosystem gains the stability through the richness and complexity of its own ecologic network. The bigger the biodiversity the bigger the resistance), “dynamic balance” (an ecosystem is flexible, is a network in continuous flux. Its flexibility is the consequence of multiple feedbacks that keep the system in a status of dynamic balance. Not a single variable is maximized, all the variables are floating around their optimal values). It would be interesting to obtain this kind of system of relations among art, architecture and science.

P: In Greek “utopia” means no place, it is the name given by Tommaso Moro to an island governed by ideal political, social and religious structures. Utopia is the projection of a better world that is the opposite to the reality of existing history. Utopia draws strength from a rationalization that opposes the madness of current times. In your work this concept of Utopia is present, making use of highly technological materials as well as a sense of wonder. Your utopia seems to be one of building habitable unity, urban agglomeration, and cities with a feeling of the extraordinary. Your Utopia seems to be one following the movement of the clouds, allowing you to surpass national boundaries, a bit like that happening in airports. These units are contained in balls made from a material patented for this use (aerogel). Do you think that Utopia is something that can be realized or is it an unstable concept, that creaks when confronted with reality?

T.S: Utopia exists until it is created. A hundred years ago was it not considered to be a utopian thought that people could travel by aeroplane? Now, five hundred million people fly every year. In 2010 it will be three-trillion. The idea of utopia is in constant mutation and changes according to the era. I think that the individualism that characterizes this period in history makes this concept an unstable and fragile one. Now there is an ever better consciousness of sustainability in our lives on planet earth. In this way, my work tries to explore and interpret the present reality, using technological innovations for new social objectives. For example, my idea of Air Port City is that of creating platforms, habitable cells or cities that float in the air, that change form and join into each other like clouds. This flexibility of movement, in relation to the national states, finds an answer in the organized structures of airports: the first international city. Airports are found in various cities and are divided by “air-side” and “land-side”; with “air-side” you are under international law. Every action you make will be judged according to international norms. Total control under freedom. Air Port City is like a flying airport; you will be able to legally travel across the world, taking advantage of the airport regulations. Work on this structure tries to contest political, social, cultural and military restrictions that are accepted today, in an effort to re-establish new concepts of synergy. A year ago, with the help of engineers and lawyers, I took advantage of an application of a new material called Aerogel, to be used in vehicles that are lighter than air. These vehicles use a gas that is lighter than air to rise up: helium, hydrogen, hot air, a mix of these, or others. The use of Aerogel gives these vehicles the possibility of flying solely on solar energy. These vehicles are the more efficient alternatives for our future of mobility and for a possible “colonization” of the sky. There will be no more need for airports, air pollution will cease; they will be efficient alternatives for new satellites and will create new possibilities for communication. These situations will makes faster and more energetically-sustainable movements possible, an incredible mobility for people, information, data, creating a continuous re-definition of the boundaries and of national, cultural and racial identities. Everything will move with greater ease, creating continuous and quicker relations and inter-relations, and the possibility of choosing conditions of life and preferred climates. They will be like entities in a permanent state of transformation, similar to nomadic cities. Gypsies will never go back to the same place, simply because the place will continuously change. Air Port City is like a huge synthetic structure that works towards a real economic transformation. Obviously the Air Port Cities would agree to development without damaging the biosphere, in this way improving the conditions of life on earth and avoiding any existing dangers and menaces, such as a possible meteorite collision, urban over-population etc. Moving from a personal “belief” to a collective one is the first step towards the realization of this idea. After the unification of Europe a “europeanafroamericanasianoceaniasfydsdf” will be created: like the continental drifts at the beginning of the world, the new cities will search for their positions in the air, to then find themselves in the universe. From Cirrocumulus to Cirrocumuluscity!
Imagine: around the world without a passport! It would be important to reach a new international agreement that would allow citizens more than just a passport, and for citizens without a state to have a “united Nations” passport, which would give them basic human rights in the countries in which they were staying permanently or temporarily, as Majid Tehranian supports in “Worlds on the Move”. Moreover, as Yonathan Friedman notes, at the moment only 2% of the world population migrates. My idea of cities and civilizations encourages a continuous mobility. If, as maintains Lewis Mumford, cities had origins in necropolises and therefore from a culture of the dead, today we have internet sites that put the ashes of the dead into orbit, with the motto “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Stardust”! History seems to be repeating itself: we are ready for flying cities!

P: Once Buckmister Fuller said: “The spaceship Earth was so extraordinarily well invented and planned, according to our consciousness, that the humans were on board for 2 million years without even suspecting that they were on board a ship”. Newton maintained that gravity is the force of the darkness, the cause that regulates the cosmos. The search for transparency and lightness in your work seems to oppose the law that chains corporeality: is flight an ancient metaphor for liberty? Isn’t the sky a reality beyond the place that imprisons?

T.S: Revolution! Think about the fact that the invention of the hot air and hydrogen balloon came about as a means of escape and protection, around 1780, in the time of the French Revolution. It is significant that during these times of uncertainty, the people looked to the sky to escape from the reality of earth. The balloon created a great way to level out the inequality of French society. The aristocracy could have large areas of land, but the sky was free and belonged to everybody. And in this way, further on in history, when a society goes through a traumatic phase, people look for refuge in the sky to escape from the chaos and uncertainty. Brian Charlesworth wrote: “As we emphasized several times already, natural selection cannot foresee the future, and merely accumulates variants that are favourable under prevailing conditions. Increased complexity may often provide better functioning, as in the case of eyes, and we then will be selected for. If the function is no longer relevant to fitness, it is not surprising that the structure concerned will degenerate.”

P: What will you present at pinksummer?

T.S: In-form the air: Air under different pressure? Two entrances into the gallery will take you under two different “pressures” of air. If you go up the stairs you will end up inside the gallery: here the “pressure” is higher but not high enough to make your ears pop (air pop). Taking the lift however, another staircase will then take you to the roof of a new room inside the same environment as the gallery, with a minor pressure. A transparent PVC membrane 6 millimeters thick and 6 metres high will let the gallery breath, keeping you suspended in the air. Your shadow like a fresco projected onto the ceiling. “Pneu”: base of all of nature. “Pneuma”: air. “Pneumatos”: to breath. “Pneo”: to live-to reside in. It will be like a living organism, a space that reacts and “behaves”. A section of an Air Port City, flying. 513 m3 of breath will raise you up, will release you from the earth and bind you to the others. A new medium of space: like everything, architecture has to mediate between an exterior and an interior context, the earth mediates and protects from the exterior space of the atmosphere, but it is in a permanent state of instability. Two pressures, the same air: Genoa and Mediterranean. A sign in the European-cushion. If you share a same volume of air, a hermetic space, you will make the air so solid as to cause suffocation. The entry and exit of people into the inferior space will allow therefore, the change of air. The mass of people suspended will determine the intensity of this exchange. As happens with the wind, local or global, produced by pockets of air that move around, in an attempt to equalize the temperature and difference in pressure. Marx wrote: “all that was solid had melted into air”.

Luca Cerizza: A phrase from a recent song by Blonde Redhead springs to mind: “Behind these clouds, I am almost home…”.

P: In the first presentation print of Genoa 2003, European capital of culture, with regard to its exhibition “Arts and Architecture”, Germano Celant affirmed that at this moment in history, architecture is more fashionable than fashion. We believe that fashion and fashions are born from a necessity and, in fact, for a few years now there has been a lot of attention paid to architecture and also the world of art strongly shows this interest. Architecture as a whole is like an intellectual projection that leans towards a better world. Each architecture strives to be a place to live and to act well. Do you think that this interest in architecture is a tangible manifestation of the fact that we have left ourselves on the shoulders of the 80’s and 90’s, noted for their individualism, firstly euphoric and then depressed, to enter into a phase of task, true and apparent, from a political and social point of view?

L.C: Above all we have to ask ourselves what we mean by “architecture”. Today it seems to me to be a term more elastic and complex than ever, that doesn’t necessarily only mean large buildings that are more or less institutionalized and “fixed”. Architecture can be a holiday camp, a prison camp, a military base, network space, an outfit. Whatever is meant by it, it seems to me that, on the binominal art-architecture, different needs and urgencies converge. In one way, since a few years ago, we have been contributing to an ever more detailed hybridization of contemporary art with other languages, in a continuous dialogue with all spheres of creativity and knowledge. Architecture and town planning is amongst these. A deeper relationship and comparison between artists, town-planners and thinkers is being sought, a communal territory of exchange and reflection, without “caste” divisions. Of course, there is a renewed task for artists, critics, theorists, and administrators of analysis and politico-social polemics and the consequent attempt to think of alternative solutions to the problems of building and living, in the broader sense of the words. And so, a renewed attention for the formalities of everyday living on all levels, with lack of balance and transformations, mass migrations, extraordinary urbanization, demographic problems, the huge surrounding rush, the impact of new technology on architectural tasks and on our way of life, on the symbolic and political effect of architecture. Art and architecture also meet each other in the museum: the said “Bilbao effect”, immersed following the construction of the Frank Gehry museum and the consequent “massification” of the fruition of contemporary art, has renewed the debate on the symbolic and ideological effect of the museum institutions. Then, at a process that had already started, there was September 11th. The closing event of the 20th century, the image that has glued itself with more strength onto the collective memory of the world, is linked to the dramatic destruction of a building, which was one of the symbols of the West, for the functions it held and for what it represented both visibly and culturally. In all, I believe it to be something more than a passing trend, even if this danger clearly exists. But the exhibition stops in the year 2000, and probably surrounds the debate on this and other emergencies linked to architecture and town-planning. As far as I’m concerned it has always been of interest to the poetics and the problems of space, understood in a far greater way, to have myself thrust towards working on these hybridizations and relations. Even those that I did with electronic music went in this direction. Obviously the fact that I transferred to Berlin in 2000 had a strong influence, both for its identity and the history of the city and for its cultural and artistic atmosphere.

P: In Italy “young curators”, and even more so “young artists”, tend to remain “young” forever: it hardly ever happens that they are called, to put at disposition the fresh knowledge of the militancy, of a “old curator”, clearly more reassuring with regards to political investments and to collaborating with a grand show with grand budget. At the same time that pinksummer will be showing Thomas Saraceno’s, whom you invited, Celant’s colossal “Art and Architecture” will be opened in Genoa. We are pleased that our city has finally invested in the contemporary and that the exhibition is led by a professional who will be a guarantee of quality, but we would like to know on what basis you would have worked for a section of the show that is not yet historicized.

L.C: To be honest, I don’t really know much about the show and it’s difficult to talk about it without having yet seen it. From the information that I’ve had I can imagine, and maybe it couldn’t be any other way, a show of a “generalist” character and with a lot of historical and spectacular breath, instead of being strictly about news and/or militant. Concentrated, rather, on the power of seduction, maybe a little bit “Hollywood”, on the architectural imagination and on its big names. From what can be foreseen from the list of the youngest artists invited, who are however all of high quality, I can say that I would have stretched the list to characters more interested in social, political and town-planning dynamics for wider breadth, rather than to the relationship with the symbolic and architectural form of the building. The list would be endless, but I will say that I would have paid more attention to the “macro” than to the “micros” dynamic, to the town-planners more than to the forms of the architecture, even by analysis of the contexts and specific and local situations. For example, it would have been interesting to present research on the “alternative” social community, on the urban developments of the contemporary megalopolis, on today tensions linked to globalization, to confines, to cultural identity, to atmospheric problems, to ecological tenability, and of course across a less precisely western point of view. An attention to marginal, non-official, hybrid, precarious, improvised and nomadic architecture for example. If we then stopped at the relationship with the building, it would have seemed interesting to me to reflect on the impact of new technologies on architecture, towards the creation of an ever more flexible, dynamic and continuously re-defined atmosphere, where the traditional spatial-temporal categories are placed into critical situations. Or, on the ever more urgent questions linked to the relationship between public and private spaces, relative to the social problems, to consumption and entertainment, for example. In short, on the one hand an analysis more decisively “on camp”, and on the other a vision of the future, maybe linking expressly to the important and stimulating stage of architectural research that the same Germano Celant defined as “radical” so long ago. In this sense, there are many examples of research carried out by international artists (Tomas Saraceno is amongst these) and by other good Italian artists who take up and actualize the introductory ideas of these years, confronting them with new demands. But it is a story from which more foreign art and architecture has been appropriated (I’m thinking of Holland and France for example) than Italian. “Bringing it all back home” would be interesting, as Dylan would say. Also it seems to be very difficult to forget that in Genoa, in the very recent past, whilst the citizenship was invited to systemize the flower pots with care, it turned out to be one of the most worrying and violent episodes of “militarization” of the urban web, during the days of G8. A moment of great symbolic force of the tensions between different social and political visions of today, on the real ground of the city and of a city so morphologically particular as Genoa. I would say that from Genoa itself we could start an analysis of these problems that have been, once again, subject of debates, more abroad than in Italy. But it’s to be expected to say that this would create more of an embarrassment to he who sponsored this manifestation.

P: Tell us how you met Tomas Saraceno, what was the first work that you saw and what intrigues you about it?

L.C: I think I heard him and his work being talked about by shared friends at the Städelschule of Frankfurt, where Tomas had studied in Peter Cook’s class who was one of the founders of Archigram and is still an extremely active publicist and architect. Maybe the first time I met him was at the Tate London, at Olafur Eliasson’s show, who I worked for a few months and collaborated with on a few projects. Then he took part in a collective in Berlin and I tried to get in contact with him. We began to communicate via email and then, when he passed through Berlin a few months ago, I met him and we spoke at length. I would say that it was, above all, the thought and research of Tomas that interested me, rather than a single work of his. His seems to me, to agree with Yona Friedman, to be a “realizable utopia”. What fascinates me is the strength, courage and honesty of his vision that touches some themes and interests that I have worked on with a certain continuity over the past few years: the poetics of space, social dynamics, ecological sensitivity, and imaginations of a possible future between architecture, science and politics. I’m interested in his link with some of the research on the so-called “radical” stage of architecture, in the direction of social forms and future aggregation. I think that Tomas is a generous and optimistic artist, but at the same time not ingenuous, with a critical but strongly constructive attitude. And I like that. I’m convinced that this kind of tension is almost as urgent in this historical phase as irrationality and violence seems which render thoughts of new and better forms of civil communities and societies impossible.

The installation will be visible until January 10, 2005

Tomas Saraceno – Biosphere MW32 Air-Port-City

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The conception of the world, in the different ages, has depended in minimum part on scientific ideas: it reflected much more the moral and social need.
A vice of every age has been to experience the morals that the power of the moment practiced, pushing science into that direction. The Greek physics of the eternal return was rejected in favour of the linear evolution by those theologians that at the beginning of Christian age did not accept to subject the sacred history, of creationist mould, to the alternate events of destruction and revival of the natural world.
In short, nature has always been identical to itself, but man saw in it different facets depending on the different times. Now, however, humanity, for the first time in history, has to decide destiny not for planet Earth, but of the conditions that made life, human life, possible on this planet. Admitting that this is about politics and not about ethics, such politics has a cosmic character: it is no matter of right or left, but science in this case calls politics to act, and in a hurry.
The deforestation and the introduction in air of carbon, withdrawn from the subsoil, are just effects, whose cause is an attitude of Neolithic matrix of otherness in respect to the world. In this sense, considering that pinksummer is a contemporary art gallery, we like the idea to present the second project by Tomas Saraceno just some days after the assignment of the Nobel prize for peace to a politician who has promoted peace not between men and men, but between humanity and planet Earth, following the directions indicated by science. Tomas Saraceno is a positivist, whose secular mysticism imposes a vision of art that goes beyond assumptions of playful and pleasurable satisfaction of the senses per se.
In Saraceno’s work requirements of effectiveness and concreteness prevail, both in projectuality terms and in regards to the sensitization carried out through the knowledge and the reflection that the works produce, synthesizing a vision of the world at the same time scientific, moral and aesthetic, and also magical, because mystery has a large influence on the intimacy of the most rational thoughts. Einstein affirmed that the most beautiful thing is to demonstrate the mysterious side of life, the deep feeling that it is found in the source of art and of true science.
Saraceno has inherited from Buckminster Fuller the conception of the world as a system, in which every single part, every individual is linked to the other and to the whole by an invisible plot of connections, a holistic concept that gives the idea of the whole like something of synergistic, extremely more effective and developed compared to the simple sum of the individual parts.
Every project by Tomas Saraceno is to be understood as an organic entity, a subsystem that relates to the system of its thought giving us the idea of utopia, understood as a way to escape, not into dreams, but in a concrete alternative than does not relieves the small individual from responsibility in front of the choices of wicked macropolitics.
Only the individual is sufficiently free not to worry about approval by leaders, as said by Fuller , whose critics to modernist architecture was tough, arriving at affirm that the international style introduced in America by Bauhaus was not about knowing structural mechanic or chemistry, but limited itself to convince industry to change the shape of the handles.
A little like Henri Poincaré held in “The science and the hypothesis”, that to test is necessary to be free from preconceived ideas, a difficult condition considering that language itself is mixed with preconceived ideas; at the same manner Fuller affirmed that universal architecture, synthesis of space, time and development, cannot exist without freeing it from the dependence of the existing substance. Only by escaping from the design of materials, architecture can accomplish the revolution of supplying some ethical and aesthetical answers to the community, which transcend the logic of the shelter and from the monument.
This is the sense of the operations of Tomas Saraceno, whose work, striking down the barriers of the disciplines and the prehistoric conception of man against nature, promotes the integration with it and with the energy and the resources that it supplies.
After the experiment “On Air” of 2004, pinksummer is glad to present a new project of Tomas Saraceno: “Biosphere MW 32”.

The work installed in the Cortile Maggiore will remain visible until November 17, the show in the gallery until December 7.

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Oscar Podda
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Sharjah Biennial

Tomas Saraceno – Cloud Cities

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Luca Cerizza introduced us to Tomas Saraceno back in 2004. The first time we saw him was on the occasion of the realization of “On-Air” in the old, absurd, late-Renaissance ballroom of pinksummer in Via Lomellini. He cut short on ceremony, and instantly stooped on a bag full of things, out of where he took a case, and invited us to put our hand inside it. The substance inside, felt at touch like something extremely soft or also dusty. It didn’t leave any trace on the skin. Saraceno asked us to put our hand under the tap, in this way water was slipping over the skin creating transparent pearls on the palm of the hand, curiously precise and hyper-kinetic, like mercurial spheres when thermometers fall on the ground and break. That material, so soft and light that could encapsulate water, was aerogel. Saraceno explained it was a substance made of silica powder, not at all new, since it was created by a scientist in 1931, and ended up saying that, with it, he was going to build Airport-City.
It lightened us that Tomas Saraceno was a real architect, an Italo-Argentinian architect who, after a degree in Architecture from the University of Buenos Aires and the Stadtschule, and then IUAV in Venice, had chosen Frankfurt as his base; until now he has not moved to Berlin as a real artist would have done.
His laconic explanations made us assimilate Airport-City to what Heidegger had defined Raum: a cleared out space fit to receive a settlement of colonists, delimitated, by accident, by a particular place rather than another one. Few days later pinksummer would have been the place where “On-Air”, the first mega-structure realized by Tomas Saraceno, took its essence and limit, where limit stands for the point where things originate.
Tomas Saraceno’s habit is to push limits thinking, not just poietic limits, but also pragmatic ones – we are referring to the idea of budget – this transformed “On-Air”, like in general every other big projects of Tomas Saraceno, in a crazy beautiful adventure, a game, a feast where the artist always succeeds in involving everybody around him – back then a band of madmen among whom Cerizza and us – to work day and night. The guys of the Studio in Frankfurt, born a few years later, know way well this experimental, participative side, that communicates at the same time the anxiety and the excitement of Saraceno’s discourse tending to stay “suspended” until the exact last moment before the opening; behind this, to reassure, is his design (but at the time of “On-Air”, being the first time, we could just guess it).
Six years later – but, considering Tomas Saraceno’s path, it seems much more – there has been a second solo show at pinksummer in 2007 and many, many institutional exhibitions of great importance, among which the participation at the Venice Biennial of 2009, about which a lot has been written.
Regarding Heidegger’s idea of Raum, the clearing out in Tomas Saraceno’s practice is precisely about the exactness of architecture, its truths, and not only about the Gothic and the Georgian that the Buckminster Fuller poet wanted to dismiss. Tomas Saraceno has somehow betrayed architecture with a ethic-theoretical act of paradoxical loyalty, rehabilitating its more excessive and radical side, to sow it elsewhere, in a soil already manured by excess. In some way, it is possible to say that Saraceno’s art is more architecture than architecture itself, both in terms of the space and of the temporal phenomenology. In Saraceno the three moments of time: future, present, past, all stay open to the possibilities of the other. Saraceno’s temporality is circular, ecstatic: moving from the future (the new possibilities opened by science and technique, his projects), Saraceno comes to the present, disclosing the repressed potentials that the past has not been able to realize. In this sense, for Saraceno the future is contained inside the past, and this is the reason why he never had scruples affirming that “On-Air” is exquisitely Ant Farm.
Saraceno is a great admirer of Yona Friedman, for him it is imprecision and not exactness the synonymous of truth in its more authentic sense of disclosure, of research, a language that Saraceno radicalizes until the point he does not even want to see its conclusion, even if it were inside an infrastructure.
From the past, starting perhaps from Boullé and going on with Fuller and then Archigram, Superstudio, Metabolist, Cedric Price and Yona Friedman, he has recovered the faith in science and technique, not meant as an imperialist technocracy oriented towards itself and the idea of supremacy that has made nature a mere object of control and exploitation, rather as a “positivism” that brings man closer to the sensible experience, and that turns existence into a communion.
When Tomas Saraceno works on his extreme experimentations, out in the remote nature, he is happy, he accumulates energy, lots of it, and he passes it on. Some time ago, replying to his disappointment about city traffic, we suggested him to use a motorcycle, and he quickly replied that going on a motorcycle is dangerous. We nodded while thinking, between us, where this Peter Pan had hidden all this adult and responsible caution, while at the same time he – with no protection whatsoever – was laughing, happy and tanned like a hippy of the Seventies, on a tent suspended meters and meters high on an Argentinean lake, just hold by wind and balloons, as in the video “Sky Elevator”.
Heidegger, again him, affirmed that the work of art is not the poetic reproduction of existing reality, and not even the representation of its essence. The Greek temple does not reproduce anything, it raises itself inside nature to receive life meant as the tension between the two poles of birth and death, reflecting man and his destiny of finitude and, and at the same time, transcending it to get to the source: the limit of the beginning where, for logic, as Anassimandro once told, everything must come back (more than a hope, a positive thought).
About this press release, Saraceno will complain: “Too nostalgic, too much Heidegger, and what about Cloud City and my spiderwebs?”. About Cloud City and his spiderwebs reflecting the formation of galaxies through ages, will, more than words, say Saraceno himself also in this third solo show at pinksummer.

Tomas Saraceno

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Of course, we do not mean that the upcoming Saraceno’s exhibition at pinksummer will not be a beautiful one. That will be sort of a wonderland indeed.
In Cortile Maggiore, the courtyard facing the gallery, there will be the large Iridescent Planet, produced by Palazzo Ducale, Fondazione per la cultura on the occasion of La storia in piazza festival. Beside subsuming its title, our exhibition is connected to that work by an harp of rainbow light acting like a bridge. Inside the gallery there will be a brand new video work and a circular kite, dressed up by Iris too, that could actually fly and interact with the wind as a shamanic instrument, able to dinamize energies by easily understanding their direction and assimilating their rhythm.
This time though, we are not going to go on about Pinksummer exhibition as a very special project that was never presented before is going to happen at Villa Croce: Cosmic Jive: Tomas Saraceno Spider Session, an exhibition curated by Ilaria Bonacossa and Luca Cerizza, accompanied by an equally special book edited by Joseph Grima and published by Asinello Press, Genoa.
In case someone wanted a hint about it, something useful to more comfortably experience the exhibition at Villa Croce, we would definitely suggest to watch the short film Prova d’Orchestra, directed by Federico Fellini in 1979, possibly projected, to imitate Strehler, inside the personal tv viewer evasive placenta of a darkened room, and try to answer the Fellinian question asked by the harpist, as the one who plays harp knows that other dimensions exist: “Where does music go when you stop playing?”
The other movie to watch before the exhibition is a very recent one, to be seen in the movie theater instead, is Only lovers left alive by Jim Jarmush, just because it might be meaningful to know that in the sky above our heads, a white dwarf star shines and by cooling down its nucleus crystalized into a gigantic trillions carats diamond. A white dwarf star that plays its purest symphony in the universe.
Yet one more thing: while speaking about Saraceno spiders, a friend of ours suggest to read Marc Fumaroli’s book The Bees and the Spiders. The Quarrel of Ancient and Modern, according to which we could guess that Saraceno’s attitude, even when he hybridates spider webs, is closer to that of the bee than the spider one.
Indeed, the modern dogmatic autophagy of the spider, that extracts the material for weaving from inside itself, does not really belong to Saraceno. On the contrary, bees snatch from thousand flowers growing in nature the material they eventually turn into honey and wax.
Like bees and ancient do, Saraceno seems to know that the idea of artistic creation is a romantic fantasy and that working means distilling what one can find and find again, he knows that the work is the result of a process of transformation and elaboration of what preexists and that in any period humanity is nothing but a dwarf on the shoulders of a giant.

Tomas Saraceno – Dark Cosmic Web

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Dark Cosmic Web, Tomás Saraceno’s solo show at Pinksummer Goes to Rome, via del Vantaggio 17/A a Rome, looks like a gravity lens able to take us along the fibers of dark matter, at which intersection galaxies and worlds clutter. A billions light years wide spiderweb, which invisible filamentous density, assimilated by the artist to the silken web structure, constitutes the largest mass in our universe. A flexible architecture that withholds celestial bodies by resisting to the dark energy, called “quintessence” by astrophysicists in honor of the great Stagirite who used that term to define the rotating ether. A powerful and mysterious anti-gravitational force that seems to push the universe toward an accelerated rarefaction, from “Big Bang” to “Big Strip”, an event that would cause the disintegration of any material concretion, form the macro-cosmos of worlds down to the micro-cosmos of particles, leaving behind just the endless chill and darkness of weird low centrifuge entropy.
Once again, in his exhibition Dark Cosmic Web like in all its work, Saraceno provide us with a model of cosmos through his hybrid spider webs resulting from the subsequent collaboration induced between spiders of different species. By introducing sound in his work, as presented for the first time in his solo show Cosmic Jive (2014) at the contemporary art museum of Villa Croce in Genoa, together with a book gathering contributions from a variety of disciplines, Saraceno transformed the empty space of universe in a pervasive and dense mass, filled with vibrational information. Sounds that disintegrate linear time same as the illusion generated by an interference can be destroyed, as it comes from an elsewhere place such distant in terms of space and time that appears unimaginable. The sounds sampled by Saraceno in order to create his “worlds symphony” are captured by recording, through sophisticated biologist instruments, the sounds produced by spiders that, for different purposes, ranging from hunt to love, pluck their spider webs like an harp, the sounds that are then mixed with those recorded by space agencies.
It was just last February, when Ligo observatory detected for the first time a gravitational wave, a deformation of space-time curve foreseen by Einstein’s theory of general relativity, resulting from the fusion of two black holes, happened between 600 million and 1 billion and 800 million light years ago, which whirling spinning one towards the other reached us in form of a sound, that it has been related to a chirping crescendo, eventually climaxing in the quiet of an achieved act. Sound will make vibrate the exhibition “Dark Cosmic Web” too, taking us off Cartesian coordinates for a moment, like a déjà vu that let us for an instant grasp the multidimensionality of the universe, in which past, present and future are overloaded with necessity in the black hole of contemporary time.
After this introduction that roughly outlines Tomas Saraceno’s solo show at Pinksummer Goes to Rome, it is with great pleasure and gratitude that we let the reader read a text that properly deals with the dark cosmic matters and energies to which the exhibition refers with the anti-retoric harmony and balance that distinguish Saraceno’s work, purposely written on the occasion of Dark Cosmic Web by the astrophysicist Gianluca Masi.

We would like to thank Ilaria Bozzi Ferri and Flavio Ferri, who took us in Rome through Gate project.

The Cosmic Matter, between Lights and Shadows

“All that glisters is not gold”. So it was written in the end of 16th Century on the immortal pages of “The Merchant of Venice” (second act, seventh scene) by Shakespeare (1564-1616), who probably quoted an older saying. That happened half a century after that in Nurnberg the precious “De revolutionibus coelestium” by Copernicus(1473-1543) was printed, a book by which the great Polish left the legacy of his own heliocentric vision of the world. Later on, in the second half of 17th Century, Isaac Newton (1642-1727) with his “Philosophiae Naturalis Principia Mathematica” set in stone the laws of dynamics and the fundamental, so noble in its name, law of universal gravitation.
Around cosmos’ sovereign interaction, the gravitational one, was built the most imposing building of the most famous physics theory in modern world, the one of general relativity, which father Albert Einstein (1879-1955) is a unconfutable icon of our time, indeed a very fashionable man, we would say. Gravity physics, quantum physics, big bang, expansion of the Universe: such topics are, at least verbally, part of our culture. Right within the frame of the general relativity, cosmology constructs, not effortless, its models and draws its own interpreting paths of the physical Universe in which we are dipped.
An evolutionary process, the one of our knowledge of Cosmos, that shall consider new data, new evidences, new cues, every time that more and more audacious and technologically advanced instruments capture some unknown detail. A process that many time forced us, and no doubt it will keep on doing so, to revise our convictions, our theories, in some cases even to the point of dismantling them. Nothing serious, of course. This is the way, the natural way, science goes on: one of its strengths, not a weakness. One could call it its “honesty”.
We did not forget though that in the beginning of this text we did mention the great Shakespeare, a man who is apparently so far away from science, by quoting a fragment that is actually a saying. A saying that stigmatizes the value of shiny things, of what is luminous, because sometimes they are evidently misleading. The quotation, far from being a warning or a suggestion, aims rather to orientate in the right direction the scientific considerations that we are providing as marginal remarks to Tomás Saraceno’s exhibition. About that motto, we are interested in the value commonly attributed to what glisten, metaphor of gold… not always though, as it seems. The great English poet, perhaps catching Esopo’s warning (620 B.C.? – 564 B.C.), remind us that such glitter can dazzle and let us make a blunder. Such a tendency to outvalue things that shine recurs, in more properly astronomical terms, in some words by Sir Frederick William Herschel (1738-1822), the greatest observer astronomer ever, words that became the Royal Astronomical Society’s motto: “Quicquid nitet notandum”, “Whatever shines should be observed”.
Here we go: who knows what our fathers would think today, how would they reformulate their pearls of wisdom if they knew that the majority of the most precious matter that forms the Universe does not glisten, does not spangle, does not shine. It just does not show off like “gravitational gold”, rather camouflaging itself against the black velvet of the cosmic night. It is, simply, dark matter. Is there, but it is not visible, at least not ordinarily, as it remains invisible under the whole electromagnetic spectrum, light included. Nevertheless it manifests itself, in its own way.
The most modern topic of contemporary cosmology was born approximately a century ago. The most convincing prodromes derive from Fritz Zwicky (1898-1974) studies on the heaps of galaxies, which dynamic features seemed to denounce an amount of matter definitely superior to the telescopically visible luminous one. Something invisible, with well perceivable gravitational effects though, that he just called dark matter.
Later on, Vera Rubin (1928) investigations on rotational properties of stars within galaxies turned out to be decisive. After studying spiral galaxies, it emerged that the peripheral stars of those fascinating stellar systems were turning around the nucleus of the hosting galaxy faster than what would be reasonable to expect by looking at the distribution of luminous matter forming that galaxy, as visible through the telescope. It was natural to invoke a halo of dark matter surrounding the galaxy, invisible but able to give the noticed motion to observable stars.
Also, until now we know a couple of galaxies barely formed in terms of ordinary matter, that could therefore mostly made from dark member. The fluctuations in the cosmic background radiation too suggest its existence, same as the relevant case of heaps of galaxies. They tend to organize themselves into massive families, the heaps, that can contain many thousands of galaxies. The mass of such systems can be measured experimentally in various ways, such as the observation of X emission of warm gas present in the heap and the study of the deflection, operated by the heap components, of light coming from the objects behind it. The effect is called gravitational lens and fits within the scenario forecasted by general relativity, envisaging light deflection as a consequence of space-time curving imposed by the existing mass. A theory that has recently been confirmed by the experimental detection of another of its appealing previews, the one of gravity waves.
Our current observations suggest that the dark matter represents approximately the 25 percent of the existing matter in the Universe, against a much more modest 4 percent of ordinary matter, electromagnetically detectable. The remaining approximate 70 percent to be added in order to complete that esteem is the so called dark matter, which would allow to justify the accelerated expansion of the Universe we observed.
If the presence of dark matter seems to convince the majority of scientific community, a big question is left completely unclarified: what is it made from? Hypotheses run one after the other, including black holes, neutron stars and hypothetical not baryonic particles.
The breadth of the topic is such that cold, warm and hot dark matter is technically distinguished. Current cosmology takes as standard model, meaning the one that better summarizes the characteristics of observed Universe, the so-called Lambda-CDM model, where Lamba is the cosmological constant (expression of dark energy) and CDM stands for Cold Dark Matter.
So the dark matter has an essential role in holding those macrostructures we call heaps of galaxies together. At largest scales, they appear as if they were dipped into some sort of filamentous structure, almost like a cosmic spider web, an intricate scaffolding within which, in agreement with calculator simulations, stars and galaxies are formed and develop. Such a spider web is mainly made from dark matter and its meshes are more and more clearly revealed to the indiscreet eye of science.
Along those web threads climbs our wild nature, devoted to knowledge, exploration, discovery. And if what Shakespeare reminded is true, that all that glitters and shines is not ambassador of precious values and revelations, whatever is dark, far from being sinister, can indeed be essential, indispensable to the Universe and fundamental for us in order to decipher its past, present and future plots.

Gianluca Masi
Dottore di Ricerca in Astronomia
Virtual Telescope Project e Planetario di Roma

Tobias Putrih – Paradise

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Pinksummer: Introducing your work in the Frankfurt Manifesta catalogue (2002), you wrote: “I’m learning to make an object and that is hard work for me, because in most cases, I feel much better if the object doesn’t exist.” This negative thought is one echo of the “big refusal” so often present in your work; others are deconstructive systems, the use of inexpensive materials, and an interest in social spaces like cinemas that induce daydreams and/or collective illusion. (Here one thinks specifically of Venetian Atmospheric, the project you will present as the Slovenian entry at the 52nd Venice Biennale).
Marcuse asserted that in modern society technological progress has evolved to the point where it is able to include in its own systems those forces that are antagonistic towards it; further, this inclusion takes place not through coercion but through psychological and cultural control.
What do you mean when you say that in most of the cases it would be better if the object didn’t exist?

Tobias Putrih: I simply didn’t know why I should produce another object and yet at the same time I found myself studying sculpture. Perhaps it was this very doubt – itself a kind of ethics – that made the search for the possibility of an object really intriguing. But its immediate consequence was that almost everything I built would begin to fall apart. To build, one has to follow the rules of gravity. There is no way around it. I was afraid that I would end up with big, heavy objects and that eventually I would be stuck with them. What could I do with such objects? How the hell could I sell them? And you can’t simply throw something big and heavy in a trash bin.
You have to pay for disposal. In that sense I think all material objects have their own economy: how they can be made, how they can be kept and how they can be destroyed. And questioning such an economic cycle defines the production of an object even more than some broad conceptual or theoretical framework. Theory is hardly a source for an object; if the economy doesn’t support its production no theory can help you.
Now after a few years I feel much better about producing objects. I think I found a way to deal with an object in a normal, less confrontational way. And also I realized that I sleep much better if I have a feeling that my work has some kind of functional, practical value. It’s not necessarily about being directly functional but about proposing abstract concepts that can be developed into useful solutions.
With my cinema projects I try to re-think the mechanisms of psychological and cultural control you mentioned. I’m curious about what it takes to hijack them. What does it take to love a mechanism so much that you’re able to play with it, to use it to express a different message? Are you familiar with Miguel Sabido’s take on the Mexican soap opera? He manipulated the popular genre and used it to inform people about real problems like safe sex, contraception etc.
He was no revolutionary, just a guy with a practical solution to a local problem whose productions became absolute hits. In the end they were hugely profitable, but Sabido was also able to change something. To be clear his example is not about art; it’s about the proposal of an abstract concept and about business. I think his is a very refreshing perspective.

P: Your work, together with that of other artists of your generation (among them some that work with pinksummer like Ceal Floyer or Sancho Silva, with whom you realised the project in Luxembourg for the inauguration of Mudam), focuses on the distortion of perception and the destabilization of categories. For Adorno, avant-garde art in a modern society has a critical function, if not a direct functional purpose.
He perceived the aesthetic as a movement against morbid concepts of reason, against a rationality that has become an instrument of a dominating global administration that practices (and induces) a new and debilitating level of barbarity. Adorno was thinking in particular of Samuel Beckett, who never writes about modern society’s pitfalls in explicit terms but rather demonstrates their effects by representing the absurdity of some forms of communication. Do you believe in the social function of art? When modernism is your starting point, what does it represent for you?

T.P: I guess art has some kind of social function. But on the other hand I think art has the same problem that science does. You would expect that the average person who opens the magazines Artforum or Science would understand their content. But without a strong familiarity with the greater context of contemporary art or science – and it takes substantial time and effort to become familiar – I’m not so sure one can get a lot of information reading those prestigious publications. I think both art and the applied and theoretical sciences propose and test abstract concepts. If they try to engage people from outside the field they do so as an example or to experiment.
There are many practical fields that use the kind of basic, abstract knowledge reflected in art. These fields have less experimental freedom but more social impact. And of course modernity showed that knowledge can get dispersed and specialized to the point of absurdity. But that’s exactly what interests me: the Beckett-like meltdown of any given system of specialization.

P: It seems to us that your work has a dualistic systemic feature: on the one hand you use a deconstructive method to understand an object that already exists, to make it yours, to replay its logic in reverse when contemporary society asks only that we consume the object, or even better that the object is simply bought, and compulsively; but on the other hand this negative process has become a way for you to make new things, to construct an object (a sculpture, an architectural installation), an organic methodology that includes ideas of time, development, and progress.
We are thinking specifically of the Macula series of stacked cardboard sculptures, whose constructive process you documented in a video in which the geometric rationality of a perfect circle adapts to the development of a biomorphic event. Tell us something regarding the influence of the writings of Buckminster Fuller and Robert Smithson on your work, and how it relates to ideas of nature and responsibility as they’re expressed in Fuller’s concept of “livingry,” which also extends to future generations.

T.P: The Macula series was a test with which I tried to observe the dynamics of various people tracing a shape. One person started by tracing a circle and passing the tracing to another person, and so on and so on. I was interested in the accumulation of mistakes. It was a kind of quasi-statistical experiment without real statistics. The result was an object whose cardboard layers are cut according to these traced lines. I might say that many of my works deal with resolution. For example, in this case if each person traced the circle perfectly, the resolution of the experiment, that is to say the object, would be a perfect tube.
Resolution is also a key factor when one observes a model or a maquette. In that sense I consider the Macula objects to be proto-maquettes, models of a non-landscape. Here there might be some connection with Smithson’s “entropic landscape.” My relationship to Fuller is quite ambivalent. Yes, there are his holistic concepts like “Spaceship Earth” and his modular living units. But a lot of this stuff was simply the consequence of post-war optimism. Sometimes I have a hard time translating those ideas.

P: In 1920 El Lissitzky wrote about Proun, “We gave life to it with a purpose: the creative construction of forms (and, by consequence, the conquest of space) through the economic construction of the transformed material.” We are curious about Unity (after Wolkenbuegel by El Lissitzky), the sculpture you showed at Max Protetch in 2003. You built that work with egg cartons and also with some eggs.
The egg represents potential. It seems that seen in the context of your work the most successful concepts are those that resemble models, unfinished structures that are autonomous, independent, and still open to new possibilities. Do you believe that the ethics of revolution, the ethics of transformation, and perhaps even the ethics of utopia have to conserve some sense of dynamism?

T.P: The basic idea of utopia is to generate hope for a better tomorrow. But even though – perhaps precisely because – such a statement sounds cliché maybe it is the only definition that makes sense. I like Groys’ position on this kind of definition, in which apologizing for being unable to offer a definitive critique should itself be read as a critique. It sounds like a compromise but it’s a good compromise that gives you the freedom to do something pleasurable and perfectly irrelevant. One has to accept the fact of art’s impotency in order to start solving bizarre, abstract or local problems.

P: Tell us something regarding Paradise, the project you will present at pinksummer. Why Paradise?

T.P: Loew’s Paradise in the Bronx was John Eberson’s last grand atmospheric theatre. In a way it marked the decline of the golden era of movie production of the late 1920s. Can you imagine? It was the year of the Wall Street crash and those people were building one of the most opulent and excessive cinema auditoriums in America. The cost for the stuffed birds and fake trees and plants alone was more than $10,000, which was quite a lot of money back then. I was amazed how far people could go simply because they thought that it was a good time to make money on entertainment.
Moviegoers were looking for an escape from their everyday lives and they got it big time for the price of a pretty cheap ticket. With these endeavours it’s always a question of how, why and with what purpose to manipulate. Movie theatres were pure business concepts, essentially money machines.
But the left in Europe never realized that you can use such a business model and subvert it so that it performs whatever function you like. This is also the reason why socialism became out of touch with ordinary people. You can’t force people to think your way; you have to give them what they want and manipulate the content. My performance at pinksummer was developed while I was doing production tests for the cinema pavilion I’ll build as the Slovenian national pavilion at the Venice Biennale.
The lines drawn on the floor of the gallery mark the floor plan of the cinema pavilion. I wanted to test the dimensions of the space and their relation to human scale so I asked my assistant to build a simple structure that would show the parameters of the space according to the size of a human body. They sent me really interesting images, and I thought these tests might be the perfect starting point for a performance.

Tobias Putrih – Spogliando un vicino

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Pinksummer: Let’s start this conversation “on the wrong foot,” speaking of beauty. Once, about your works, you affirmed: “when I would like to cry out “how beautiful!”, I think I started off on the wrong foot. I feel I have to start all over again (Oh did I say “beautiful” I think I started off on the wrong foot. Let me begin again).
It’s hard to think of beauty as a merely incidental attribute of your work, as your works are objectively beautiful, and we are not able to read such celebration of beauty differently than as a sign of intentionality. It ‘s also true that cognitive neuroscience tends to sweep off the self and perhaps the soul from the horizon of a brain understood as matter that tends to decide through deterministic algorithms, like saying that we do not do what we want, but we want what we do, and in this sense we could extemp you from the responsability of intentional beauty. What do you think about it?

Tobias Putrih: Yes, it sounds like a bad excuse. I’m afraid i’m still very much responsible for my own decisions. I just have hard time relating to “objective beauty” . What interests me is mostly response mechanisms of a viewer – viewer relationship with an object or an image and object’s almost magical ability to gain power over individual.
From Marx’s commodity fetishism to Fraser’s sympathetic magic and Benjamin’s work on mimesis modernity tried to understand, regulate and in a sense harvest the power of objects and images. In that sense “objective beauty” is considered a lure, a spectacle, a mechanism of entrapment that is always introduced with specific half obscured agenda. From basic biological standpoint when for example talking about animal mating this agenda can be called reproduction. You can also call it corporate marketing strategy when you are unwrapping your brand new ipad. Such beauty is secondary category and straightforward recognition of it is always problematic. I mean, I can confess the work is “beautiful”, but you can also call it strategic beauty and besides that you’ll never know if I’m misleading you or not.

P: Again, speaking of formal attributes, the hermeneuts have often spoken of ambiguity in relationship to, we believe, your use of simple materials such as cardboard, polystyrene, plywood, organized in highly complex forms that remind the organic becoming of parametric design.
In a candid way you once said that the physical component of your work has an exquisitely situationist base; considering that in Slovenia the art market is not very developed, to work with low cost materials has allowed you to contain the initial investment in your work, thus reassuring you. Regarding its complexity, it could perhaps depend on your aporetic relationship with the object. It seems in fact that you want to create “the fatalistic illusion” that the matter itself contains inside the possibility to produce forms. Tell us, in this sense, about your collaboration with Mos.

T.P: Well, yes, matter and form are quite closely related in a sense that some forms come to specific material more naturally then others. Decision to make an object is to the certain extent always based on economics. Specially with sculpture one has to think about weight, size, storage because each of these comes with a price. Object are always about limits – how heavy and wide is the object to fit my studio door, who’s going to store it, what is the difference between remaking the object vs. storing it, how long material will last etc.
For example – in a zero gravity space idea of sculpture wouldn’t really make a sense. Weight is one of the key attributes that sculpture shares with architecture. Question about weight and balance was also starting point of my collaboration with MOS architects. What interested us is fine border between stability and collapse. How do we put things together and how long do they stay there.
The project was referencing Brutalist car park built by Owen Luder in Gateshead not far from the museum that was being demolished at the time of our show. It just seemed such a waste of material to build a huge concrete building that will last only 40 years. But that’s the story about architecture – it’s about how long structures stay inhabited, how long someone takes care of them and keeps them alive and healthy.

P: Regarding your “modernist anachronism”, the resistance to the final form, the attraction for the idea of the model compared to the final architecture of the building, and also the tension for entropy, collapse, failure, general loss contained in your work – specifically we are thinking of projects like Overhang in collaboration with Mos presented at Baltic, but also of Quasi-Random (Study on Buckminster Fuller’s Cloud Nine Project). It has been affirmed that you have been influenced in this sense by the collapse of socialist utopia, projecting it on the liberal utopia embodied by the modernism accelerated by the economy post ’29. Are all great ideas doomed to fail when they collide with reality?

T.P: I just think that ideas should be viewed from more dynamic perspective. In that sense I very much believe in a Tatlin’s viewpoint – that we first have to design impossible and then think about implications. And Tatlin’s work is one of the most entropic works possible – it’s about failure and impossibility but it’s also systematic and constructive.
It’s about putting things together that should be improved and should work in a future. So failure of the experiment is always a lesson. Even today if you look at the Russian space program in a Star City near Moscow – if at any point during the history of a space program an astronaut made a mistake this mistake was analyzed, named after that person and thought to the future astronauts. It’s negative, entropic history that anyway deals with systematic improvement of knowledge.

P: “Spogliando un vicino” (stripping a neighbor) is the title of the project that you will present at pinksummer. Who is the neighbor in an absolute sense? Tell us about this project.

T.P: We moved in an apartment in Cambridge, Massachusetts and our living room window looks at the wooden house covered with shingles. The shingles form simple patterns and curves. There is some almost naïve playfulness in simplicity and make-shift character of this wooden house. And obviously the builder wanted to add something more – he wanted to design a skin, to protect the inside but to make the house anyway appealing.
Already in the beginning I realized it’s quite strange to look, to study neighbor’s house because no matter what’s my excuse I can’t deny I am looking through the camera observing my neighbor without his knowledge. Well, I’m decoding a shingle pattern, trying to solve the mystery written on its skin. I’m just analyzing, trying to understand, am I?
I practice it means I’m making a model, making shingles as a substitute, attaching them and de-attaching, playing and testing. Inside the gallery this game takes another turn – I bring the object to the gallery, I strip it and put the pieces on the wall and arrange them in a pattern with an idea to create a fluid exchange, some sort of relationship between object and it’s parts.

Tobias Putrih – Obfuscation

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Please be advised that, apart from the actual set up information sent by Tobias Putrih for the preparation of Obfuscation, his third solo show at pinksummer, the following press release may be totally arbitrary as we have been intentionally sticking to his laconic explanation, without asking anything more. By dealing with obfuscation, our idea is to trace in hermeneutic terms the morphogenetic nature of an exhibition, which project, as it often happens in Putrih’ works, envisions chance breaking in and assuming a more explicit political meaning if compared to some previous works. The exhibition looks like some sort of homage to opacity, enacted through a simple gesture, that tends to exceed its irrelevance through repetition and participation, until it changes the gallery space in order let new ideas and concepts germinate and stand against the process’ founding asymmetry. Somehow, by doing so, Tobias Putrih seems to provide us with an in vitro model of social revolution based on the energetic potential of any marginal gesture of protest, that, by obfuscating the given pattern, would allow to improve “a-utopically” worldwide welfare, just by throwing sand in the gears of hierarchies.
It comes to our mind 17th century “trattatello” by Torquato Accetto Della dissimulazione onesta (On honest dissimulation), published in Naples under the Spanish domination and discovered later by Benedetto Croce in 1928, a time devastated by other oppressors, right here in Genoa had its first critical edition, edited by Salvatore Silvano Negro with a forward by Giorgio Manganelli, part of a series of books directed by Edoardo Sanguineti for the publishing company Costa&Nolan in 1993, year in which Silvio Berlusconi founded his broadcast company Mediaset and took the field by launching Forza Italia, that became a center-right party in January 1994. The publisher Carla Costa has told us that Luciano Lama, the “moloch” of CGIL (Italian workers union), who would rather like common democratic fronts than dividing utopias, on the occasion of a meeting with Confindustria in Genoa, held in his hand a copy of that fine 17th century handbook where is written: “Dissimulation is a way not to let see things as they are. What is not there is simulated, it is disguised what is there” and also, “As soon as the first man opened his eyes and knew he was naked, he managed to hide himself from the sight of his maker too; therefore the skill of hiding was almost born with the world itself” and finally, “the excellent dissimulator remains unknown forever, as he acts in the search of common good”. Basically, Accetto’s moral treatise does not incite to act in the fog of lie, but to practice the obfuscation of disguise to maintain the being-property in difficult times.
We think though that Tobias Putrih’s Obfuscation refers to a more recent eponymous handbook: Obfuscation. A User’s guide for privacy and protest by Fint Brunton and Helen Nissembaum, both researcher at the New York University, issued in 2015 by The Mit Press. The authors of the handbook declare right away the intention to start a revolution that has nothing to do with squares and the barricades, but that grows up little by little through obfuscation, meaning deliberated construction of ambiguous and misleading information aiming to interfere with and slow down the pervasive surveillance of Google and Facebook. Such “data based empires” turn information into knowledge and knowledge into profit in a completely asymmetric way in respect of their users. By drawing examples from human history and the animal world, the authors urge to informal insubordination actions, not coordinated, as daily practice of resistance against the hierarchy and power. Same as thousands colonies of small anthozoic octopuses make up the coral reef, thousands of marginal gestures of insubordination and obfuscation, very difficult to repress, create political and economical barriers. The authors mention some software such as TrackMeNot, Ad Nauseam, and Tor network, that do not delete our tracks from the web, but generate fake searches.
Finally, here are the notes provided by Tobias Putrih on his project Obfuscation, verbatim quoted: “Clear, transparent multilayer polycarbonate panels are placed along the walls of the gallery. A group of people gathers and pours the paint through the inside channels of the polycarbonate and as it drips down the panel’s interior walls it creates lines and patterns. Transparency of the wall is slowly decreasing. Puddles of paint form at the bottom. Process is recorded through the gestures and edited in a series of small black and white prints.
The goal of this process, is to make simple gestures, to make prototypes of accidental objects, a space created gradually by succession of small actions which after many repetitions produce a final result not controlled by any of the participants.
The process becomes a play, with a loose rule and a play leaves a trace and its own visual vocabulary”.
The show will be the result of a workshop with six people that will happen few days before the opening of Obfuscation in which together with the paint will be used wool, liquid hot chocolate, paper.

Jorge Peris – Los Pies de Judas

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Pinksummer: Why does you take always at least three days/one week to answer emails?
Hypothesis:
1) You do check mail continuously but:
a) you immediately answer only email that are really interesting to you, in which case messages from pinksummer have a very low priority.
b) You answer a little less interesting emails in three days/a week, in which case pinksummer would not really be a priority.
c) You answer all emails in three days one week, in which case pinksummer could be at least one of your priorities.
2) You do not check email for three days/one week. It is an evidence of a) control, b) resistance, c) snobbery.

Jorge Peris: What is the right time to answer emails? I do check email every two days, during some periods even every day, then every three. I think, while wandering across the rice fields with Ethra, my dog, now paddies are dry, it seems like Africa, it will remain like this for a short time. The landscape changes continuously here. I think at the emails, I observe the tree that lives on my balcony, it starts to put up flowers, some years ago together with Carlos we made some grafts: tangerines, oranges, lemons, now there are three different flowers in a single tree, later on I answer emails, are three days gone? pinksummer… you know well that now it is my priority.

P: We have seen a precious sculpture of yours, a magic wand, at your solo show titled “Tamaris” curated by Aurélie Voltz, in a fairy-like castle in France.
Can magic wands change the world as a revolution can do or they tend to narcotize it like Twilight does? What is magic? What is it for?

J.P: Magic wands remind that unfortunately there is a world that needs to be changed for all the suffering that it contains and supports. Sometimes I think that only with another revolution, again, another time with a revolution, it would be possible to change the direction taken by the world. Magic is daydreaming, it is the ability to imagine, it seems easy to imagine, but it it is not at all. Sure, magic sometimes can help to stand up.

P: Tell us about the title Tamaris, what does it symbolize?

JP: Tamarisk is a Mediterranean tree which roots are able to penetrate very salty soil. I saw it growing on a shore, one meter from the sea. Tamaris is the title of my last project that I have presented in a very mysterious castle in France. There was a large installation, some objects, thirteen collage works. It was like transporting my studio in that venue to display for the first time in a museum some tests accomplished after years of working. I picture the studio as some sort of space shuttle that eventually landed in an isolate and productive spot, where you can hear the sound of the distant sea at night but just when the sea is fucking angry.

P: To our chemistry, salt means sodium chloride; according to alchemy, the chemistry of Al, the divine chemistry, ars regia, salt is the third original principle together with sulphur, the fire, and mercurius, the spirit. Paracelsus defined salt as the quality or root of material being. The symbol of salt in that ancient chemistry is a circle that refers to eternity, because it have no start nor end; that circle has a horizontal bar crossing its center to symbolize what orders and stabilizes creation, both micro and macrocosmos.
To active imagination of the alchemists, salt, lapis, is Christ, also known as the one who determines the harmonic combination.
Being incorruptible, salt can preserve organisms and food from decay, perhaps the soul too, if you considers Lot’s wife, turned into a salt statue, as soon as she looked back at the burning Sodom and Gomorrah. Somehow salt freezes the flux of becoming, the progress, but preserves things from corruption.
Salt has a purifying power. Keeping on referencing to the sacred and the Old Testament, Eliseus purify Jericho’s spring with salt to let it stop causing death and sterility.
Salt has a power of destruction and Abimelech, again according to the Bible, after destroying the city of Sichem, spread salts over the land to make it forever sterile.
In your work, salt has the same ambivalence, which cannot be simply referred to sodium chloride. Can you tell us about salt?

J.P: Yes, salt is like an endless labyrinth to me. I have always been obsessed by this kind of things, as if they were able to explain something else: Ulysses sowed on salt pits before leaving for his great journey, Simondon assimilated the brain to the cosmos by passing through salt crystallization process. My experience with salt started with the necessity to purify, or better to disinfect, my studio in Madrid, that I had filled up with dead animals, stuffed animals, mummies. I covered everything with salt. Salt on the ground, salt all over the studio. I have learned to observe how it grows, the osmosis, the stalactites bent as evidence of the movement our planet, the crystals that changed proportion by always maintaining their form of imperfect cube. How salt moves according the changing humidity of the room in order to achieve unity, a single corpse made from many cubes. Little by little, me too I have been covered with salt. And all this, suddenly, took me back to a memory from my childhood. I used to walk on the beach for hours, days, covered with salt, in the afternoon light, after long fighting the waves. That was one of the most free and wishful moment of my life, I was a real pirate, always on my own, shipwrecked, without the necessity to tell anybody about my experience, completely lost in an hallucinated, cosmic landscape without limits.

P: Your work recalls animism, hylomorphism, atomism of some Pre-Aristotelian and Neo-Platonic doctrines, in which life and death are complementary forces engendering the Becoming and in that sense they can be considered as a single force. Absolutely nothing dies in that world apart from what is not able to transform itself, the ego, the individual. Your work moves between the polarity of solve et coagula, hence the concept of matter can be defined as a possibility. In your works the possibility is also risk. The process is never completely under control, matter always maintains its autonomy, constructive and destructive at the same time. The idea is more stable instead, it defines, it controls.
After the alchemical formula par excellence, that of dissolution and coagulation, your work subsumes destructive violence sometimes, other times the composing harmony, the mathematical rhythm of nature, the symbolic golden mean of some primal architectural structures… The solve tends to eliminate the negativity of matter, any stretching and forced pattern, in order to let it find a brave new synthesis in the coagula. Which means that we must dare to cross the darkness, the night, to see the the dawn. I have always thought that your work is deeply political. On a societal level, do you think that the revolution is necessary to get rid of the leaden vices and to find again the golden virtue of democracy?

J.P: Democracy has been a beautiful dream, it nearly seemed real. Half century makes, after the Second World war, has signed for the human rights, all forgetting. Nowadays fascism spread like mushrooms, hallucinogen ones though! I have been to China a few years ago, there fascism is called neoliberalism. Scary! They all must eat and they are so many. We are all predestined, us too, to adore a devil-god, a king made from paper and coins, invisible, as frustrating as all the kings, all the gods, all the devils and whatever we are facing, the earth, the sea, a brother. We cannot see it any more because we are hidden by mobile phone, it is funny, but mostly sad. Thousand suicides in Athens but even in Spain. Greece has been the epicenter of our civilization. Angela Merkel will go to hell for the eternity: she will have to mount and take apart Audi cars without stopping, sitting with dirty hands on an enormous incandescent grill. Although she knows that hell does not exist, the universe is not predetermined, it is made of surprises, but maybe there is someone who knows more than Angela… What I am saying is so obvious that might sound like banal. I look forward an immediate reaction, full of hope, that will be in a while. We become slaves when we are afraid of losing what we own. We do not need anything in this world more than eating and our freedom. Think at the real slaves, without alternative, at those whom starve, they are children! They are millions and they are beside us. That is enough, we must dare to cross the darkness.

P: Los pies de Judas, the title of your solo show at pinksummer. Let’s brainstorm. Judas in Hebrew means the favourite, the most precious. During the last supper Jesus stood up from the table, put an apron on and began the ritual washing of apostles’ feet. Christ bent down to wash twelfth apostle feet too, Judas the traitor, the one who has eaten His bread and has raised the heel against Him. A gesture to remind how important is democracy during revolutions: ” There is no greater servant than the master, neither greater apostle than he who it has sent him. Happy those who can understand this and put it into action.” Jesus, basically, did what he can to get rid of the religious and political tradition of classic Judaism. Jesus’ death was soteriologically predicted as it was necessary to the success of the revolution (salvation?) and therefore Judas action was providential for sake of the salvation. Being the favourite, Judas has been chosen by Jesus to betray, to accomplish the sacrifice. In ancient tarot cards, the Hanged Man was called the card of the traitor or even the card of Judas. The mysterious card number XII of Major Arcana refers to the twelfth apostle. The face of the traitor on the card does not show pain but beatitude, almost ecstasy, he is outlined by the halo too but has the price of its betrayal, the coins. The card indicates acceptance and inner harmony, ability to go beyond the conventional wisdom and look at the world from a more spiritual point of view. The Hanged Man shows that a totally renewed can emerge through the self sacrifice. Feet are balanced, they tell where and towards whom are we going to. Feet of Judas can be pictured at our eyes height, at the height of our heads. Can you tell us about what are you going to present at pinksummer and about the teaching of “Meister Zorio”, although we are in Italy, we do not ask you anything more.

J.P: Yes, the guardian of lost causes with suspended feet.
Everything is a passage, everything changes, everything transforms. The same thing can happen at the same time in many different places. We are now in a moment of transition, a full stop, that let people have a glimpse into a macrocosmos, that expands toward the microcosmos, down into the inside of the inside. It is an observatory, a moment of isolation, of great introspection. At pinksummer there will be a central element hosting a warm burning core in order to let the whole material crystallize from within up to its surface. I cannot say more than this, I never know where such works end up. I abandon them on their own at a certain point, they keep on building up and transforming by themselves. They are living achievements generated by an action, by a construction process that follows the law of nature, an everliving crystal, perhaps.
Gilberto, you said it, he has been a real teacher, even if he does not like this word. In my life I have been walking beside him for a while, those times were gold.

Gruppo A12 – 12.11.1972

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November 12, 1972 in Genoa there were 85 movies theatre active. A huge number compared with the 49 screens concentrated in 24 movies theatre today. The difference between those numbers means a deep change, not only in the ways of entertainment but especially in the urban tissue of the town. What’s happened to those spaces? What have they became? Some still exist others have been totally transformed, becoming supermarkets, banks, commercial centres, gym and so on.
The project “12.11.1972” starts from this disparity and those questions, constructing a narrative witch testimonies a change in the urban territory of Genoa as well as in the contemporary town. A kind of time machine, where the documentation of the present condition of those spaces, that were or still are cinemas, mix up with the stories that in those spaces during 12 november 1972 were set up and projected.
Interview with Gruppo A12:

Pinksummer: “Why did you choose such a name as the Genoa-Livorno highway?”

Gruppo A12: “Our group formed in 1993, we rent a huge room inside one of the ancient buildings in Via Giustiniani, very similar to this where your gallery is. For some time we were “those from the huge room”, such actually was. A12 Group is the random name given in 1995, (for an exhibition of Ettore Sottsas work at the Accademia Ligustica) to be better identified facing institutional interlocutors.
The meaning was double: At first we were twelve and A was the capital letter of the word Architecture. Moreover A12 goes to the East and we wanted to be a bit ironic with the “Voyage en Orient”, by Le Corbusier.”

P: When A12 Group formed in 1993 everything which was not private appeared much devitalized, the individualism reigned How did you chose to be a collective without a leader who would think in an eclectic, but systematic and phenomenological way of the evolving reflections about the social as a settlement, and sometimes despite of itself: the contemporary city?

G.A12: The individualism as well as the self-pleasure, at least as far as the Italian architecture is concerned, brought to a blind alley, out where we still hardly can go. Many of our teachers said theirs to be “Masters”, implying a vertical frame of transmission of knowledge, or even of the a genial mind. That was a blind alley since its beginning, both for the way of operating and for the contents of the research.
The group was probably created for some random reasons. At its ground was a group of people strongly linked among each other for a friendly relationship, too, as well as used to work together living some common experiences during the years in the University of Genoa, urged by the will of going beyond those narrow borders Few movements from University still protested, as some years before they almost vanished with “The Panther’s”, more in their collective nature than in the different ideas.
What we were looking for was a horizontal transmission in communicating ignoring the role of the author, allowing us to trace a heterogeneous and eclectic attitude regarding the city. Until then the university teaching appeared as a mob of contraposition and irreconcilable dogmas.
We thought to refer to the intellectual and aesthetical processes of architecture as to a tools’ box, each as useful as all others. In that period we often referred to the “bricoleur” theory by Claude Levi-Strauss. Working together seemed to be something natural, the ensemble may have well played for chance, we won some prizes of architecture and we charged with enthusiasm to go on.

P: As for the way of meaning architectural by the A12 Stalker Hans Ulrich Obrist spoke about a quite begun Italian miracle. Actually your work tends to free itself from any kind of intellectual utopia to recover a more functional dimension of architecture What do you mean when you tell the architect to be a technician for the transformation of the city?

G.A12: Since the early Sixties the Italian architecture gave its mean contribution through great theories for the city and its history. In the same period the Italian land was spoiled and the Italian architects work in very bad professional conditions.
The supposed cultured architects stopped their interventions as a possibility to change the city and the land, quickly substituted by some more unscrupulous but effective subjects Where the architects continued to be engaged in the processes of changing of the city and of the land, things go better.
In our works we always try to remember that we are drawing something which will be (hopefully) a part of the material reality daily lived by almost everybody. We try to develop our projects assuming this and disregarding any expressive fancy, at least starting it, (as for this, working together is really rewarding).

P: Foucault said that, within a culture at a given time, only one episteme exists defining the potentialities of every knowledge: both the one expressed through a theory, and that accomplished in a process. Is the hiding of the horizons brought by the disciplinary straightforwardness determining your work a kind of dialectic to recover the consciousness of our time?

G.A12:eeeeh…? What? Yes

P: Will you talk about the work you will present at Pinksummer?

G.A12: A kind of time machine. We propose a narrative tool likely to represent a process of changing of the urban land of Genoa. In this case the city is chosen as a quite common example to observe. It is Genoa but any other city could be examined, instead. It deals with a mapping all cinemas existing thirty years ago, pointing out what it is today of them. At the same time we want to express what is a movie show, become, too.
You criticized the theory of the inexistent places by Augé defining it nostalgic and a bit snobbish. Actually, we liked it, above all as far as the abuse is concern. The project “11.12.1972” is presented as a mapping even if a bit cynical or at least describing place, which were once quarter cinema in Genoa; many have been substituted with the multi screen, with banks, with supermarkets or with the nothing.

P: Does this project expresses nothing nostalgic, more than the statement, considering Genoa as your native place and the city where you live, maybe assuming its progressive loss of character and its displacement of entertainments?

G.A12: The nostalgic play might be too commonly genuese, as the town still lives in the memory of a generic past, sometime even unknown. We want to show a changing of the attitudes, of the shapes and of the structures of the town, which is global.
We choose Genoa as the Pinksummer gallery is there more than for a personal connotation. It is something critic, but open too: actually the multi screen offers a different kind of entertainment, under some aspects much more amusing and comfortable.
The cinema, too, determined with its outlet, a crisis of the theatre companies, and similar. Anyway, the cinemas closed because of the spreading out of television and video recorder in the Eighties, more than because of the outlet of the multi screen.
Moreover great economical processes are behind such changing of attitude, against which is not worth fighting and grounding theories on a rejection of the contemporary. We have to verify weather and how the centralization of functions within few decentralized container might spoil the character of some diffused qualities proper to the urban space.

P: Through the analysis we reach a synthesis, which are your conclusions in respect to the project started on a page of ’72 of newspaper Secolo XIX?

G.A12: We moved all around the urban land to observe just one kind of thing. Essai-cinemas, church cinemas or only of quarter, cinemas were everywhere. In all areas we had the confirm of a deep crisis of the town, hardly tobe restored.
Even where the changing and re-qualifying urban areas take place, a lack of imagination courage and a stereotyped idea of the art and turistic town identifies only with the historical center and few souvenir shops, on the contrary it is enough a sight-seeing by boat through the harbour to acquire the important industrial reality much more pregnant than each alley.
The corn containers on Ponte Parodi are destroyed and in downtown they rebuild unuseful palaces in ancient style (or such presumed) closing it from some daylight and open space.
The way of replacement of industrial or harbour activities is making a new huge consumers land, characterized by big commercial spaces (as the multi screen movie theatres). Going to the West from the Porto Antico, we reach the Commercial centre-Pontedecimo passing by some others (Fiumara-Campi). Genoa is falling down and down, the ribboned downtown and the abandoned quarters, even the most residential. The military strategy of the G8 (opposing the red zone to the waste area) expresses what kind of town is Genoa today.

P: For Pinksummer invitation you chose an image taken from the movie “I mostri” by Dino Risi with Ugo Tognazzi and Vittorio Gassman. Did You choose it just because it was on screen in Genua in December ’72 or for other reasons?

G.A12: Actually it was not on screen then it is a process of mere displacement, such as the episode about the “old mistress” thrown into the swimming pool we have chosen. We liked the auto-irony and the optimism that comes out of a movie like “I mostri”: it shows an ability and an interest to look at them self that in general it is quite absent in the italian cultural production today.

Gruppo A12 members are:

Nicoletta Artuso
Andrea Balestrero
Gianandrea Barreca
Antonella Bruzzese
Maddalena De Ferrari
Fabrizio Gallanti
Massimiliano Marchica

Gruppo A12 – Heebies-Jeebies

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Pinksummer: We have always meant the artistic work of Gruppo A12 as complementary, in an analytical sense, to the one of architects. The image you have chosen for the invitation card of your second solo show at pinksummer, called Heebie Jeebies, is a portrait of the Jansenist philosopher and scientist Blaise Pascal. Pascal is the author of the “Essay on conics” and the “Essay on void” both aiming to prove the existence of void against its denial claimed by the Aristotelians. Pascal asserted that man, that he defined thinking straw, is lost in an infinite horizon symbolized by a circle which center is everywhere and circumference in no place. Please tell us why you have chosen Pascal’s portrait for the invitation and what is the meaning of the title “Heebie Jeebies”.

Gruppo A12: Let’s start from the title, that is strictly related to the topic on which the exhibition is based, the psychic disease (phobias in worst cases) originated by space: heebie-jeebies is an informal English term meaning anxiey, psychological disease (phobiae in the most serious cases) The term has a rather curious origin, being coined around 1923 by Billy De Beck the author of some cartoons very popular at that time, among which Barney Google in which such expression was used for the first time.
In 1926 Heebie jeebies became the title of a famous jazz piece, executed among the others by Louis Armstrong, later on the term became of common and official use. Therfore the title comes from popular culture and sounds funny, we liked to associate it to the austere and a bit uncanny portrait of Blaise Pascal, not really in reference to the content of its writings, but taking him as an illustrious case of serious spacephobia. It seems in fact that after a coach accident, Pascal was constantly harrassed by the terror of finding himself on the edge of a cliff and that therefore he used to have always a chair or other objects beside him as a form of protection. We do not know if there is any connection between the two things, but it is interesting that a person who spent part of his life in studying the void was obsessed by the idea of falling into it.

P: Anthony Vidler in “Warped Space” asserts that fear, anxiety and displacement, and their psychological counterparts, neurosis and phobiae, are connected to the aesthetic of space and in particular are endemic to the modern metropolis. In your opinion, does the idea of metropolis represent a form of cultural abstraction against the idea of nature as an ideal state?

G.A12: On the contrary, we think that the concept of nature in cultural terms is recurrent as the ideal place of escape and liberation from the constrictions of the organized life. Golden age, paradise on Earth, Arcadia, pantheism, etc. have accompanied the history of western culture in several ages and analogous ideas recur in different cultures too.
Even our image of culture, usually rather stereotyped and Nineteen-century related, as the history of landscape architecture teaches us, is the most artficially sophisiticated picture one can imagine. Living in nature we would probably last much less than in our hardly reassuring metropolis, so that some space related phobiae, maybe provoked by ” modern life stress” could take us back to ancestral memories legacies and a survival instinct. Nature, the actual one, kills!

P: The aesthetic of the space seems related to the social equilibriums of time. Renaissance central perspective in which all lines converged towards a single vanishing point is extremely reassuring, while the neurotic sensibility that distinguishes architecture from Baroque age until modernity, in which void is nothing, destabilizes. Do you think is it possible to read the psychology of time through an accurate analysis of architecture and city planning?

G.A12: The constructed space is a cultural product like others. As such, it contains information on the society that has generated it and it is liable to the most diverse analysis, interpretations and exegesis. To us it is essential not to forget that any analytical action is conditioned by both its object and the subject who performs it.

P: About the research of Gruppo A12, even just reflecting on 2002 solo show at pinksummer titled 12-11-1972, focused on the comparative social analysis inbetween present and past, starting from the logistic transformations and the destination of use of Genoese movie theaters active at that date, your work seems to present a subtle developement in a philosophical sense.
We are thinking at the maze, with all its symbolic implications, built on assignment for Kroller Muller garden, and also, a priori, at heebie-jeebies playful answer to space related contemporary neurosis. Is such autonomous development linked to the covered topics or is it a progressive detachment from the social-urbanistic imprinting of Stefano Boeri and more generally the Faculty of Architecture in Genoa?

G.A12: Any creative journey should necessarily evolve, otherwise it ends up in mannerism. 12-11-72 is part of a series of works on the transformations of urban space, mostly based on observation and interpretation actions that are more free and heterodox compared to the methods of our originary area of study.
As a matter of fact, in our recent projects such works have been replaced by others: in order to maintain the push of experimantation high, we should have made them the focus of our work, facing them with a research agency approach, while we were more interested in concentrating our energies on other forms of reflection and ways to intervene on the urban space and its transformations.
This does not necessarely mean a lack of interest for the specific topic that maybe will even return under different forms in future works. Actually, if we really want to speak about our specific background, other experiences were equally influential and other people too who provided us with a training firmly anchored to architectonic discipline in a traditional sense, which emerges mainly in the method by which we face every project. However, maybe just because we are a collective, we do not find always easy to see a linear evolution in our research.
No doubt there are some theoretical benchmarks from which our research develops, that perhaps, as years go by, has been finding its distinguishing feature in a progressive tendency towards a conceptual synthesis, by drying up itself more than rarifying, according to an economic principle (maximum result with the minimum employment of resources) in terms of communication. Our attitude is often rather pragmatic, for example in the case of Kroller Muller the symbolic theme of the maze was a given starting point, of which we offered an interpretation that is maybe one of the most purely architectonic of all our work.
In the case of heebie-jeebies the topic is coherent with one of the benchmarks we mentioned, which is the central position of the viewer in respect of the creation and transformation of the space. The topic of space disease or space illness finds its origin also in some reflections that we have shared many years ago on the architectonic language and the possibility to consider the space as element endowed of an independent meaning. For us, the interesting aspect of operating in what you defined a complementary context, in respect of architecture, is just the possibility to mix cards and face some themes with completely different tools, avoiding the obstacles that disciplinary certainties sometimes constitute.

P: What will you present at pinksummer?

G.A12: Heebie-jeebies is a work on space, investigated starting from its negation, meaning from those attitudes that are based on its refusal. What is interesting to us is its substantial ambiguity On one hand, everybody has experienced more or less some kind of disease related to his/her condition in space and percieved threfore the “power” of space factor, also in terms not necessarely negative, in respect of the possibility to achieve particularly effective architectonic effects, widely adopted by architecture of the past and the present time (not to undertake complex reasonings on contemporary spatial issues, it is enough to remind that space is one of the fundamental elements on which the concept of monumentality is based). On the other hand, it is hard to define clearly the limit of neurosis starting from the characteristics of space, moreover, from a clinical point of view, generally speaking, it seems that there is not any precise distinction between space related phobias and those concerning other situations or objects. The subjective element appears therefore prevailing in this case.
We have been trying to face these aspects without introducing the same ambiguity between space and subject in our work. Therefore we made up a series of objects, very different from each other, all working as “amulets” against space related phobias, by adopting mechanisms such as contrast, distraction, simpathy, understanding.
A “space-time track” in order not to lose the road and not to exceed the limit beyond which one should not go in overcrowded spaces; a “portable wall” in order not to fall into imaginary abysses; a “freedom Jacket” to face the anguish of scary distances in couple; a “grating corrector” in order to exorcise the vertigo of the void; a bracelet/rosary with “defense pendants ” to say in order to reduce to tameable icons various fears; a “multiple meter” in order to take back to familiar size any immeasurable distance; a “tracker” in order to enlight with the light of the reason complex obstacles, applied to our everyday spaces or some specific places, symbol of limited space conditions, all instruments of an exorcism completed “on” the space “through” the subjects who inhabit it.
The space has its own features, its specific autonomy, but it cannot be intepreted if not related to those who use it, who inhabit it, perceive it. Those relations are absolutely personal and often unfathomable. Like phobias, and the ways to remove them.

Gruppo A12

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Pinksummer: Dramatic and frightening is the image you have chosen for the invitation card of your exhibition at pinksummer. The same angel on the Ribaudo family’s tomb at the cemetery of Staglieno, that was chosen by the Joy Division for the cover design of their single” Love we will tear us apart”. Let’s start from what Baukuh and Gruppo A12 have in common: Genoa and Stefano Boeri first, not to mention architecture itself. Did the common imprinting from the city, its genius loci, only taught you how to get away as fast as you can? What about Boeri’s social (political?) approach?

Baukuh: Beyond the – obvious – association with the “terminal” condition of Genoa, city of older people and most of all of no interest for whichever future, we chose the angel of Joy Division a little by chance. In a sense, it is also significant that this image of Genoa was produced outside the city, which is by now our condition. Moreover in our case, we (five on six) are not even from Genoa. At a certain point we have chosen to work there, then we have preferred to move the studio and now we would like (at least partially) to reopen our studio in Genoa. It is maybe because we are architects, we do have a very little sentimental relationship with the city. Cities can be used for some time, then you may change idea, then maybe you changes idea once again. About Genoa’s genius loci, speaking from our position of people who come from outside, we do not dislike it. Sure, it is clearly suicidal, but it has its own greatness.
As far as Stefano Boeri, that was an Hobson choice, as there were not a lot of other options. I do not know if you have an idea of the situation of the architecture in Italy at the end of the Nineties. Therefore even those, whose interests were rather distant from Stefano’s, ended up to work with him almost unavoidably. Also Stefano is an extremely intelligent and generous person, able to gather together very diverse people. And he has the virtue of not considering itself a loser, which, while working with him, gave you the impression – completely exceptional in that context – that it could even happen that you may not be a loser, you either.

Gruppo A12 : We are two groups of architects, we share the same dimension of collective work too, even though carried out with different modalities and stories, and probably we are different even in our relationship with the city and Stefano Boeri. Joy Division’s song it is about a tormented love and Genoa is not an easy city. Learning to see it a little like the eyes of someone from outside do is a useful exercise that would be healthy for all Genoese people. Concering Stefano, we have met him in the beginning of the Nineties, when we were a little more than twenty years old. A little older than thirty five, he was at his first teaching assignment as associate professor. For sure that was a breath of fresh air in a rather creacky academic system, with the ability of involving you and let you feel you at par as a plus one. A12 was being born just in that period and from there a series of collaborations is been born, even though they did not continued then therefore over a long time span.

P: Somewhere we read that after the end of the classicism and the sunset of modernism, for architecture we are in the time of post-critic, of post-theory, probably just post and that’s all (also for visual arts we are in the imperative hit-and-run of the curator, somehow close to the sell-earn-and-regret of the finance, agnostic or boor as it might be). In that sense, architecture is meant to be a trade sunk into the mere pragmatism and, in the same sense, the exhibition at pinksummer could always be considered an aporia, an impossibility, an absurdity, or just a loss of time?

G.A12: Actually in architecture, in front of the economic crisis that has hit in the heaviest way the real estate industry and in front of the discipline that has been lain down on the stylistic marks of some professionals of fame, we see an uprising interest for drawing, speculative projects (in terms of theory of knowledge, not real estate speculation) and for all what can pretty much represent the purest research to architecture. One can say that the majority of our activity as a groop has been based on that kind of research, even though, because of our much more pragmatic than theoretical attitude, everything has been ending up in temporary installation instead of texts, diagrams or big that has been translate in ephemeral installations instead that witnesses, diagrams or large drawing plates.
Regarding the abuse of “post”, that is probably due to a defect of the critics, that is not capable to define anything if not in connection with what it happened before.

B: To be honest, there is very little pragmatism/profiteering at the moment. As real estate market seems to be dead and never resurrect (and probably it will not resurrect, at least as we have been knowing it so far), within a 35% juvenile unemployment scenario, it seems difficult to imagine that one can be so busy in making good money that he is not able to have an exhibition.
For what concerns all that list of post-something that you have mentioned, we believe that it is a perspective, which does not help very much. Perhaps it is just the fundamental assumption of the whole modernism and postmodernism that should be discussed. We cannot think in terms of an univocal historical development, to which we just should clutch, as if the Zeitgeist was riding a motorcycle and were attached like a sidecar. I would say that Latour has made clear enough that this type of modernity is just superstition.

P: A silly question for baukuh. Concerning your Two Essays On Architecture (Due saggi sull’architettura, Genova, Sagep editori, 2012), we have been thinking at a much arbitrary comparison to the movie “Amadeus” by Milos Forman. Giorgio Grassi is Salieri, poor thing, and Aldo Rossi is the Mozart of the history of architecture, poor thing?

B: “Amadeus” by Forman is one of the more stupid movies of all the time and Mozart simply looks like a dumb guy possessed by a superior spirit, which is exactly what we do NOT think about intellectual work. Working is a hard work for everybody, and for sure Mozart was not such a lucky lunatic as he is pictured by the movie (that we consider totally fascist for giving such an idea of the art)
Therefore the answer is that Grassi is Salieri and also Rossi is Salieri, but above all also Mozart is Salieri, even because otherwise it would be just a jerk.

P: A question for Gruppo A12. Something on your participations to the Kröller-Müller Museum and to the Venice Biennale of 2003: does it persist any substantial difference between architectonic “system” or even “architectonic device” (these being the definitions of your work, that we heard on those occasions) and actual architecture? And in case that difference exists, is it just a matter of temporality or even of responsibility?

G.A12: Those terms have a specific meaning and they have been used to describe our interventions probably because our answer to a particular typology of architecture (the temporary exhibition pavillon) was much wider than a mere solution of the architectonic theme in terms of form and function and opened a reflection on nature of collective space and the urban condition. Both of those participations can be considered some sort of manifesto for a rather precise idea of architecture, generally valid. Their ephemeral nature, on which many people focused, has been completely accidental to us and is related to the fact that, for several reasons, contemporary art exhibition are almost the only context, where we manage to express such ideas.

P: Do you have any relationship with vernacular architecture?

G.A12: For some reasons, it is impossible not to have it (believe it or not, even the “cultivated” architecture or “auteur architecture” origins from there). We cannot say that we have a specific interest for the topic or a particular “taste” for vernacular aesthetics, traditional construction techniques or spontaneous architecture, even if the appearance of some our jobs could recall self-made constructions, which is one of the possible interpretations of the term that you used. Our approach to the construction of the project, also in about its formal aspects, is much more conceptual.

B: We don’t.
If “vernacular” refers to the achievement of some minority to sympathize with, of some poor thing to whom you give something to charity to set your mind at rest, then it is ethically disgusting. We do not believe at all to the “architecture without architects”, that it is always and solely architecture made by “architects” (because such are they, even if they do not have the stamp of the order) overwhelmed, forgotten, exploited. If this “architecture without architects” has reached some formal achievement – as most of the time did – it was always just because there the awareness of a project and therefore an architect was there, even though his track got lost.
If instead by “vernacular” you mean simply a picturesque appeal, where everything is a little blurred, a little adjusted, a little more gentle, a little more innocuous, that is just crap.

P:Rem Koolhaas the Superdutch is going to be the curator next Venice Biennale of architecture. What do you think about it?

G.A12: That follows last year trend of entrusting the direction of the Biennale to important international architects rather than architecture critics or theorists. Of course, Koolhaas is an architect whose activity is equally shared between research and building practice, one of the most influential personalities who have radically changed the way of making architecture during last 30 years. Therefore we are curious to see how he will carry out that assignment.

B: Koolhaas has nothing to do with the “Superdutch”, the title of a book by Bart Lootsma, that used to piss off people about ten years ago, but that now is just touching. Moreover Koolhaas has always disliked that book and of course you cannot blame him for “Superdutch”. On the contrary, you can blame him for having raged at that Bart Lootsma, poor devil who ended up emigrating to Austria, but maybe the issue is not very interesting…
Koolhaas will be an excellent curator. I would say that he has the right to do whatever he likes to and we trust him. Overall, we trust in Koolhaas, Gerhard Richter, Derek Walcott and Steve Albini. They all can do whatever they want.

P: Cities get ill and sometimes they die too. Sometimes that happens for natural causes, like the sanding up of harbors, other times is an infected politics that slow them down to death. Genoa is dying a little bit, it is not basted by good connections, it is bleed white by the consistent emigration. Genoa is more and more beautiful though. Could the Architecture, the true one, the one of the city and for the city, not the overbearing and the individualist one of archistars, be a medicine? Isn’t it a dog chasing its own tail? Can the architecture of the city, of the community, prescind from a healthy politics?

G.A12: No, architecture cannot be a medicine for the society. Aldo Rossi, between a symphony and a quartet, on the relationships between politics and cities, says that ” the city actualize itself through its own idea of city”. City, architecture, artwork are products of the society that they express. The quality of the architecture depends at least equally on both the patronage and the architects. Therefore, a good public architecture is possible only when the public patronage (politics) is aware of the importance of the quality of the space where citizens live, it is convinced of the necessity of a consistent planning to obtain it and it is determined to face all the difficulties of making that happen. But there is no link between quality of the architecture and “health” of politics, as we mean it today. If we look back at the past, we realize that often also corrupted regimes and ferocious tyrant have produced wonderful architectures.

B: For Genoa’s specific disease, architecture cannot be a medicine. Only politics could it be.

P: Regarding the reflection that you are going to elaborate in form of exhibition at our gallery, you move from different approaches leading to different outcomes. baukuh refer to a pragmatism, that we like to improperly define “butterfly effect”. You act very little, but you are everything but modest. A barely perceivable quiver of a wing provokes a cyclone (even though contained and tendentially quantifiable in terms of power) of effects that improve space and, consequently, life in that space. You have a solution and the solution grows and develops inside the belly of the architect.
Keeping on with this unexpectedly astrological style, good for the year just begun, we would say that Gruppo A12 has grown bigger on genuine food and, most of all, on radical architecture. Your language claims the ethical linearity of modernism, utopia is your beacon, but the cynical quadrature of postmodernism was not in vain, therefore the light you follow, still shining, incorruptible and enchanted, tends to shine on a wrong way round world, where progress clashes with the positive and positivistic myth of eternal youth. You let it crash louder, by simply amplifying the noise of the crash. You tend not to get out the speculative dimension. Sometimes architecture seems like a pretext, but then one notices that it is the condition, the foundation stone. You do not have solutions, but we suspect that, even if you had some in your pocket, it would look like ingenuous to you offering it, because that could be nothing but partial, compared to the problems you pose or, better, that history poses and that you round-off upwords.
12/11/1972, the beautiful exhibition that you presented at pinksummer in the 2002, developed from the present to the past and vice versa, in order to show and to demonstrate how a city can be read as a sort of diary, written with the rather objective alphabet of architecture, where all the changes of the society are consciously or not recorded. Focault entered into the language and he inhabited it as one could inhabit a city of bricks and mortar in spite of the systematic rules by George Grassi, analyzed and interpreted by baukuh in their essay Due saggi sull’architettura. In your new project you start from the present and you deduce the future (we would rather use the verb to evoke).
Anyway, seeing butterflies in Genoa is as improbable as coming across Tredicino that runs after the seven-league boot.
What will you present at pinksummer?

B: We present something very easy: a project called “Demolishing Genoa” that proposes the demolition of 1% of the built-up area of a city, that has lost a quarter of its population in the last twenty-five years and that, at the same time, is in a disastrous hydrogeological situation. The work is part of a broader research, titled “Genova meno uno percento” (www.genovamenounopercento.it) that involves other Genoese architecture workshops (Gosplan, OBR, Sp10, Una2) to point out a problem and a possible opportunity, that the city risks to ignore. The project is described through two large drawings that represent the current situation and proposed transformations by using as sample the Bisagno valley. In spite of the intentionally terrifying title, “Demolishing Genoa” suggests a program of very tiny demolitions, small, very cautious “surgical” interventions. This cautious strategy would concur to increase the amount of poriferous grounds, greens areas and public spaces available to the city. The intervention we present are purposely not very showy; the difference between the current situation and the proposed scenario visualized by the two drawings is almost imperceptible. Nevertheless we think that such minor transformations could reactivate some parts of the city and hence promote wider transformations.
In the end, we do not get tired of repeating it: we are realist. If there is something we are not interested in, that is utopia. It is always possible to make happen what we propose, even though perhaps to do that a small change of perspective is needed.

G.A12: Let’s get back to Genoa and focus a general phenomenon that here is particularly sensible: the progressive aging of the population in western society. That is a trend that is going to reach a critical point and we are interested in the possible consequences on the organization of the cities and their spaces. If we look back to the past, in front of such kind changes only avant-garde movements and utopistic thinking have been able to provide enough large-scale visions. However, in their leap towards the future, all the utopic or radical visions have been always based on an healthy man, full of energies and potentiality, mature and effectively productive, endowed with reproductive abilities. What happens instead, if we try to put in the center of our utopia a typical old man? A man, or a woman, older than 65 years, who needs to face a condition of weakness if not illness? And most of all, what does it mean to design a city devoted and purposely built for that kind of people? What we are going to display in our exhibition is a collection of notes for planning a new urbanistic utopia, entirely dedicated to old people.

P: A question for A12, inspired by a very recent article appeared today on Sunday issue of the newspaper Il Sole 24 Ore. The project you are going to present at pinksummer moves from statistics and mathematical probability to read a not-so-bright future. In his article, Carlo Rovelli affirms that “probability is the careful and rational management of our ignorance” and that “the theorem of Bayes supplies a formula for calculating the probability for an event to occur, when I end up knowing something more about it”. Concerning Genoa inhabitants inclination to get older and older, did you by chance find, at least on local scale, any possible alternative to decay, different from seaquake, scarcity, war or epidemy?

G.A12: After quickly surveying on the Internet, we have learnt that the theorem of Bayes find its application in anti-Spam filters and e-mail programs, which means that it is thanks to that theorem that we lose messages of vital importance, without any success in avoiding daily proposals for improbable business from self-styled Central Africa ministers… therefore we do not really trust in that. However in 1999 Nitin Desai, Under-Secretary-General for Economic and Social Affairs of the United Nations, on occasion of the launch of the International Year of Older Persons, asserted: “Longevity is a success. It is something that human beings desired since year zero! The fact that we are achieving it would not be considered a problem. It should be considered conquest.” We add that, since year zero on, open to change and project-oriented, visionary attitude always turned out to be effective strategies in difficult situations.

invitation card photo by Massimo Palazzi

Stefania Galegati

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Press-release

Pinksummer: Your work seems to come from the need for creating an illusive world; is it an antidote to reality even if you start from it?

Stefania Galegati: The difference is simply in terms of logic. For example, people still say that “sun rises”… Perhaps my work is an antidote to habit. Believing in a story implies an act of faith. Even if you know that a story is fake, you trust in it.

Pinksummer: In this sense is photography useful to make lie truth?

S.G: It was like that until photomontage became so perfect that you are in doubt about the reality of images. Anyway, everybody believed in the man on moon: actually the moon landing showed by the movie Capricorn One was built in studio, but nobody doubts of NASA. The great public isn’t still shrewd: the face of Berlusconi (on the advertisement billboards for government election) is a mask done using Photoshop, but nobody cares that he is fake. It is more important that he looks always young and smiling. As the aesthetic of totalitarian regimes taught, it is easier to trust an image than to abstract the truth from the matter of facts. Christ is white because the occidental church wanted such iconography, that actually can’t be true.

P: At Pinksummer you show a painting project. What does the painting represents for you?

S.G: Just a medium.

P: Describe the project that you realized for Pinksummer.

S.G: The project consists in the first three works of a series. They are oil on canvas paintings that render ghosts apparition stories. I sought to collect reports by people who believes to the reality of their experiences. Painting was the cheaper way to attempt a kind of scientific representation of mysterious phenomena. Ghosts stories scare, even if nobody believes in them. I’m interested in psychological mechanisms that works when it’s necessary to confide in a story. It doesn’t matter if they are real or fictional phenomena: I like the way they are on that borderline. I’ve found many stories of light apparitions, that science calls globular thunderbolts, but none knows yet how they happen.

P: Did you visit some places where it seems that apparitions happened; do ghosts exist?

S.G: Mr. Fusoni saw two hooded monks close to the Montebenedetto Certosa, in Susa valley. The Certosa is desert from the beginning of the century because of a flood. Close to a chapel, inside the ruins of count Verde castle near to Condove, a priest appeared many times: he celebrated Mass and went out as he was sliding through a walled door. Some persons assure to have seen a blue dressed figure who showed herself from the highest window of Catajo castle, close to Padova: they think that she would be Lucrezia Dondi dell’Orologio, killed in her bedroom in 1654 by her scorned lover.

P: The other project?

S.G: Also the second project tells about a meeting. It is a video that shows a man walking in the country who meets an invisible object. You can guess its form by the man’s movements. Man looks rough, he has hard features, just like popular beliefs and proverbs suggest. The object is essential and strongly present. The situation is a little bit embarrassing, like meeting an unknown person in the doctor’s waiting room. The possible drama against madness of situation allows a tragicomic indecision.

P: At the exhibition “Migrazioni” in the Centro per le Arti contemporanee of Rome you showed a little terracotta samurai holding some potassium 40, a radiant substance, inside its bosom. The geiger meter and the guardians around the glass show case contributed to make the situation threatening, even if controlled. Why do you poke the public with worrying subject?

S.G: I’m not attracted by dangerous things in themselves. Radioactivity becomes scary if we don’t consider it in a scientific way. The same happens with ghosts. I wanted that samurai was an energy concentrate and this is the reason for it is radiant.

P: Why do that dangerous sculpture join the idea of danger to her small size?

S.G: I want to concentrate samurai’s power really to the maximum; sacred and precious objects are always little.

in cooperation with: Comune di Genova, politiche giovanili, centro della creativita’ (Genoa City Council, center for creativity)

Stefania Galegati

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Pinksummer: The rewind series, the ghost canvas, the sword forged with the iron meteorite, the video in which Ivano Marescotti runs into another dimension, the dwarfs and the radioactive samurai. Looking it backwards and prospectively, your work tends to suddenly reveal mysterious aspects of reality in some ways intelligible of daily life. You move from day-to-day to bring in a vision of the real that goes beyond the canon of rationality. Do you believe that reality is the bridge to access other possible worlds or you are simply interested in those extra-logic realities to affirm that nothing is obvious?

Stefania Galegati: Those two possibilities do not exclude each other. I like when reality is so intense that collapse on itself. For example when I had in my hand the meteorite the first time I was excited: I was thinking that it come from a zone between Mars and Jupiter, but what I was holding it in my hand, it was just a piece of iron.

P: In a time in which diversity breaks in powerfully through spectacular attacks to western culture or through viruses as SARS, ancestral fears come up as drown bodies. Your work seems to affirm a sort of pessimism toward progress and human knowledge. Mystery annihilates the concept of knowledge and in some ways of defence: if you are afraid of thieves, you install a reinforced door, if you are afraid of Dracula you resort to garlic and cross. Cusano stated that our knowledge is as the polygon related to the circle in which it is inscribed, the more sides the polygon has, the more it comes close to the circle, but it will never get to coincide with it. To know means to compare with defined objects: when it is impossible to compare there can still be knowledge?

S.G: It is not in the intent of the work to have a pessimistic attitude toward progress and human knowledge. The reference to mysterious or dangerous things has always a function inherent to the individual work. Anyway, I do not mean to carry out some sort of psychological terrorism through my work, rather to use critically the general psychological reactions related to some subjects: for example the samurai is radioactive, but much less then the places bombed with uranium; the ghost stories disappear into the canvases, the piece of meteorite has been used to manufacture another object… there is always a sort of lightness and distance touching those subjects. So, back to your question, I think that knowledge is a necessary trend. Maybe we have to be more attentive and informed to recognize that events producing collective fear are often used by someone very powerful to enlarge and protect his own empire. If I think of world mysteries in this way, I would like to search for the real reasons for the Iraq war, the death of Enrico Mattei, Moro, the Bologna slaughter, Ilaria Alpi, the consequences of uranium… well I could go on for a while

P: In the samurai installation the idea of small coexists with the idea of power and danger. In our quantitative and materialist culture the strength is in the extension and not in the concentration. Is it as a kind of critic to materialism?

S.G: No, the samurai doesn’t mean to criticise anybody. Often people ask me if the samurai has political intentions, but that is not the case: I’m interested only in the added value that the idea of radioactivity can carry in respect of the whole work. Even being small is necessary for him – to increase his density.

P: Yours ‘ghosts’ paintings have stirred up some perplexity among those that know you work; they have a kind of naivety and narrative that may annoy. Once you said that you don’t want to meddle in any ways the history of painting, what do you mean?

S.G: To use painting is dangerous because it has a so long and complete and untouchable story. A good answer can be that nobody knows if those paintings are made by myself or I had them executed by someone else. Even the photos of the rewind series are naïve respect the history of photography or the videos are so respect the tv, but in those field none has anything to argue. The project itself needed that kind of painting; I want the story to be naïve but frank, tired and fearful but light. As it bring to forget the details of the story that in some ways it tells.

P: The idea of place is a concept around which a lot of your works rotate, including the project that you’ll show at pinksummer. It’ simply about searching for the right location for the project or the places themselves are suggesting you the project?

S.G: I think that they always help each other. The project is only similar to the first idea. It has been somehow casual to run into an unpaved road after days wandering around in search of landscapes, and I found this place. I felt immediately that it was the place I was looking for.

P:You showed us the studies of the photographic project that you will present at the gallery: the place seems ontologically disconnected from the characters that cross it, the place remains empty and the human presence is puzzling. Why?

S.G: Because it is about an abstract idea of travel, that is a place of transit. The characters, on the other hand, adapt to a slowness and melancholy of the place. Nothing happens, none does anynothing, but time can be read through, reading even if slowly.

P: In making this last photographic project, almost a movie sequence, you used Photoshop. We have strong prejudice on digital elaboration of photography, which has been utilized to obtain spectacular effects and to disguise the absence of ideas. You never used computer elaboration for your photos, so why did you use this technique?

S.G: We have not to hate the techniques. Once I hated engraving, then I discovered some beautiful engravings. I hated also Photoshop because it was deceptive, I thought it had no ethic… but I think that in the nineteenth century even the beginning of photography induced reactionary feelings. I needed Photoshop to distort almost imperceptibly the reality, because this is a painting operation.

P: Why in the invitation card you used an image from Hogart’s ‘A Rake’s Progress’?

S.G: In the past years I have been looking into a small Hogart book from time to time. His paintings have a very slow reading time, there is always some new characters to discover and there is a constant melancholic decadence. I thought it could give a good interpretive key for this new work of mine.

Stefania Galegati

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Press-release

The third Stefania Galegati exhibition by pinksummer is made up of two videos, an installation of writings projected on a wall, some pictures taken from things often found in art galleries and then from a small book, around which, as Galegati explains in the following text, the whole exhibition is based: it’s a love story between an artist and a collector exchanged through e-mails; an intimate story.
They are works that move from an attitude that could be defined as the pathology of the delay that a tourist imposes on daily life, a sort of neurosis in registering things so as to prolong the enjoyment of holidays on returning back home, when in intimacy he is finally able to live by extending life’s images.
The concept of intimacy is developed by a prismatic project, whose faces are connected by subtle references that move from the individual to reflect the collective. The self seems to end up in the manifestations of the world, and the world finds a unique body in the vibrations produced by people and with it its essential metaphysicality.
The method of using notes and “ spontaneous work”, constitutes the coherent dynamic made lighter by the a-priori of the structure. With regards to the press release, we have chosen to simply present some e-mails that we exchanged with the artist during the preparation of the show: a press release that will constantly change according to the show.
Tell us quickly something about the show you have in mind for pinksummer.
In the pinksummer show I would like to present a series of random notes. It is a direction that the work has taken in the last two years and that until now I have refused to show as a real work… material that I used more for events or evenings.
It has a different weight, in the sense that are notes taken from here and there, but slowly it becomes an essential part of the work, I have probably been influenced by my gipsy behaviour, but also from the necessity to assimilate the world in a maniac way and to give it back being a filter. In a word, what I considered real work gets so near to this attitude, and what is born as notes shifts so near the real work that now I am no more able to distinguish them from each other.
The project will take on different forms, I also started on some paintings, but then I understood that I need only present the book (see below)… The Canvas should divert the attention from the “reality” of all other things. The video and the photos will be useful in giving context and veracity to the book.
However, I will tell you about the works: they are videos that I record 24 hours a day everywhere I am and, in general, I assemble them every 4 -5 months and then I put them to music. Every video acquires its own character, that changes in relation to my filter of the world, in relation to the situation I find myself in. I should state that most of the videos are set in Argentina (but also in Italy, new York and Berlin). The title is “L’ora del Sud” (The Southern hour) and its theme is that of situations in which one the need to confide in somebody or something.
I’m now finishing the editing a video entitled “Implosion”, it’s very ironic, almost a bit stupid. They are situations linked to collective ritual and habits, a kind of surface that wraps the world. There are many scenes regarding Italian football, I have picked up all t-shirts with the ‘Italia’ written on them from across the world, and many absurd churches. In all of this you can feel the heat.
It’s difficult to describe these videos without watching them. (maybe one showed on the screen and one projected)
I would like to show the photos of the writing as slides. You can see them on my web site. I have many writings, I have to select them well.
I will take particular care of sorting the small book: it is also a random work, because a friend gave it to me, I changed the names and places… however it’s a collection of series of emails that form a love story between an artist and a collector. I have attached it. (be careful, those who read it, as you will not be able to do anything else all day).
As I won’t give the style of book, I will print it on A4 format, punched. I would do a large distribution in a low cost (I have also found an English translator, and the ‘Printed Matter’ representative liked the idea a lot, but this is another matter…)
I do not want the small book to be displayed in the gallery, it’s something to bring at home and read later.
This is almost it. I’m a bit scarred about how to use the space. And furthermore, please send me a plan of the gallery as soon as possible … I need simply to know the metrical dimensions.
I would like the exhibition to jump out as almost an overstatement full of exaggerated images and songs, but at the same time I want it to be made of lightness.
What do you think?
Ah, then I was thinking about the invitation, I would use a picture of Garibaldi, and another thing that I started is a collection of images of Garibaldi monuments around the world. I have one very nice of the one outside your space… I have attached it lightly.
Hugs to both of you
In the show therefore, there are two video “L’ora del sud” (“The Southern hour”) and “Implosion” (seen yesterday) one on screen and one projected, then there is a carousel for the writings and pictures of the signatures and albums of the galleries (They are 10, 27×36 cm, I did a print proof yesterday to see them hung and I think it is a good size) and then the small book containing the love story between collector and artist. I cannot wait to see it installed, and for me to install it!! I haven’t slept for ages because I’ve been thinking about this show. We like the idea of the foam rubber seat, how do you think you will present the small book? Do you need a stand?
I still don’t know… it also depends on the effect on the rest of the space and to how everything interacts, but we can decide at the last minute whether to put them all on the ground and maybe one print hanging on the wall in a way that someone can read some of the phrases here and there as a preview… or on a table… in any case I was thinking that we need someone for the opening a person that can distribute them… if Nelda wanted to do it… in any case I would keep it at the centre of the space.
It is the intimate fulcrum around which all the show turn and through it all the other things get connected. I am giving you some of the writings as written down, as gestures of freedom, they make a connection between the book and the videos that are instead more open to the world and less specific but they have many connotations.
In the other direction there are the pictures with signatures, that are like a smile, the irony of the small and unconscious art world, the need and the search for gossip but also the need to leave one’s own name as a presence and also as a sort of limit between reality and fiction, you will see as they are many subtle piss-takes of the system as it is. I stole everything, in this case, I simply put everything together.
What I said the beginning was that the book is the centre whilst being the most delicate: you take it away and it takes you into the intimacy of two real people.
What do you mean “I’m a gipsy”?
It means that I don’t have a house. The only I have is here in New York, is the living room a over crowded apartment, it means that I don’t have any intimacy, not at all in the last two years… and this has probably conditioned my work.
It’s about material that was not born as a work of art, but by which you affirm that it is so near to your work that you decide to make a show of it.
It is stolen material edited by me, it’s more close to the photo attitude… it’s a very subtle limit that perhaps I don’t want to understand. I have always thought about art in a pure way, as something that should be abstract from the world, that should physically make the world image free. Here maybe the result is the same but the method is different.
This show has been my daily life for the last year and half: it’s been the case that everything physically around me has become materials to work on, and the work is made in post-production; it’s like going to pick up apples to make a marmalade or a cake or whatever, or instead picking up the apple in order to look at it and maybe to decide to show it in a museum for some reason… I’m sorry for the stupid example even it doesn’t work very well… As instead of stealing the ideas from the world i stole the physicality.
Everything is not yet clear, so you might be confused, I am a bit confused, but i think it’s only because I haven’t yet seen the show… but at the end it is the method of the work that i think is lighter, it has become everyday and mixed with life in a way that is almost undistinguishable to me. If I’m around without camera, now I feel bad, as if I have a third eye that follow me always.
When you said that you follow that moments in which there is the need to trust someone or something, do you think that some public phenomena, such as football or historical events as the Giovanni Paolo II funerals produce emotive vibrations like those induced by ritual psychology, and that in this sense they are in some way to intend as metasensible research: that humanity, essentially, looks where it can, where it is able its own metaphysic?
Yes, this is evident. It’s a bit like having a vision in which everything is clear and simple, like what happens if you think the world as a warship or as a Gaia (B. Fuller and Asimov, I always steel from that!)…
The fact of staying behind a camera means having this attitude of distance with things. It seems a contrast with respect to “richness” in terms of the quantity of images of the show, but it is like distancing yourself from the things in order to be part of them. The method is the opposite but the intentions are the same for the canvas of the zoo architectures.
I have another beautiful quote, now I will find it.
See how beautiful it is “From the neighbours, not distant from Scampia, there were some Visitors.
They were called in a square in front of some sheds. I was there, not by chance, but with the presumption that hearing the true whisper, the warm one, the most true possible, we could arrive at an understanding of the basis of things. I’m not sure it’s fundamental to observe and to be there in order to know things, but it is fundamental to be there because things know you”. It’s comes from this book of Saviano on the Camorra, it seems that in Italy he is becoming very famous in recent months…
Often, when you talk about your work you are talk of the absurd, do you mean those strange moments in which a less dense world, but not a lesser reality, reveals itself. We are looking to see the reason of this project, also in relation to what your work is, or at least what we believe it is or what we should like it to be: a sort of evocation, or better, a revelation of a magnetism, of a thin and powerful energy that always arrives in your drawings to make nature stumble, or better, an existence from which the spirituality has been put aside.
This last phrase is very beautiful. I believe that you encapsulate the intentions. I add that I should like give to this show a bit of an abstract shape in which there are some lines that come back to everything with a different focus.
There are some continuous references between every work and I would like to discover them little by little. It should be like a second editing, beyond the one of the single work. And there are a lot of references, both for similitude that for contrast: To put together the game park of Saint Land with the North American mother that isn’t able to explain to her daughter what happened to the plaza De mayo mothers.
The madness to invent a belief and a faith in sporting events, as much as the jazz man who spits out his soul on the drums, as much as to invent a possible digital love at distance and to live it as if it were true…. I’m not able to find a general idea behind all of this, but if I connect everything together, a clear image opens up. Like a tangle of knots that shape a ball, if you are distant you see a ball, if you approach it you see only a knotted rope…
So I attach the small book
See you very soon
s

One more thing: Garibaldi.
Garibaldi isn’t a work, I don’t know what to do with it, it is by now an invitation. I’m collecting all the images of all Garibaldi monuments in the world. It talks about “italianity” in the same way as the video “Implosion”.
I’m interested by the fact that he was revolutionary by chance. He at the end wanted only to fight, but he made Italy. I like to collect things that I don’t know what to do with, but that are all things that will take me somewhere else. In the two videos that are in the show there is Garibaldi in Plaza Italia in Buenos Aires and the one of Washington Place in NYC.
In the slide project there is a plate in my village (Bagnocavallo) placed when Garibaldi passed through it, escaping, but acclaimed like a Romagnoli hero.
My friend Marco and I have been thinking for a long time of making some t-shirts like those of Che Guevara.

Stefania Galegati

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On the occasion of her fourth solo show at pinksummer, Stefania Galegati Shines presents a project that moves off the gallery to let some words by Rosa Matteucci flow on Genoa’s alleys pavement down to the sea. An unpublished tale was written on purpose by Rosa Matteucci for the project, inspired by a real love story occurred in Genoa during World War II.
Stefania Galegati Shines’ work starts from the stairs of Palazzo Ducale to eventually dive into the harbor’s water. The only evidence of that story displayed in the gallery will be Rosa Matteucci’s manuscript. Another work featured in the show will be an object that travels with the artist in a specific suitcase.
The suitcase will be left in gallery. Every day, during the opening time, the object will be extracted and held in arms. Never shall it be at rest. Before the closing, the object will be laid back into the suitcase.
The object is made from found wood, driven ashore by the sea. In the gallery, there will be some drawings on food wrapping paper, telling about architecture, summer colonies and gymnastic. There will be also a little painting that apparently has nothing to do with the rest.
What follows is a conversation between Rosa Matteucci and Stefania Galegati Shines, with some interventions by pinksummer.
Rosa Matteucci: Why did you think at a story written on the street pavement, just there where dogs use to pee?
Stefania Galegati Shines: While walking I have often desired to be accompanied by something. I’ve been thinking at hearing the same radio station playing in different houses.

R.M: Like moving forward in life with a soundtrack, something that let me think at Arianna’s thread.

S.G.S: Moreover, I have always loved to read on board, I used to read while traveling by train so that often life and the stories I was reading started mixing together.

R.M: You mixed the written words, that because of their nature are something that remains – verba volant scripta manent – with random, accidental, and not predestined actions of persons in motion.I think that necessity and chance are the same thing. I do not believe there is any free will, nor that one can choose to give a direction to his or her life instead of another one. Chance, fate, destiny, coincide with necessity, it is just what you deserve in a certain moment, even though you are not aware of that. Do you agree?

S.G.S: I agree, but I don’t think at a superior will… do you?

R.M: Not necessarily, rather than at a superior will, I think at a machinery.

S.G.S: Some sort of chemistry, physics, which makes sense to us.

R.M: A machinery that is a physical law too. Think at the philosophical, intellectual and also religious appeal of the second law of thermodynamics, the one on entropy. It all starts at rest, a quiet that vanishes gradually because any act, action, increase the entropy, that is a destructive force. All gets destroyed and eventually it all get back at rest again. Our life proceeds across the time in the middle of such a mess of actions, words, movements. Let’s not talk about philosophy though, let’s talk about what is a woman today. What should a woman today own today?

S.G.S: Bimby? You know that the first time you told me about it on Skype, I thought it was some kind of ice cream brand, I confused it with Bindy. Oh my gosh, I was wrong! I googled that too, but I can’t find anything.
R.M: You should have tried with “Vorwerk”

S.G.S: Ok

R.M: It’s that German brand producing the deadly Folletto.

Pinksummer: During the 70s, Vorwerk made also some kind of bonnet…

R.M: …that you put on your head and connect to the vacuum cleaner tube…

P: and you used that as an helmet hair dryer for curlers.

S.G.S: That’s brilliant!

R.M: After making some sort of anthropological survey, I noticed that nearly all contemporary women own that kitchen robot called Bimby.

S.G.S: Listen Rosa, do you desire that Bimby?

R.M: No, but I feel like being excluded, one pariah.
Do you know why I’m telling you this, because in my life, in my biography, I have never been in the right place at the right time. I have been always kicked out of my place wherever it was: at school I’ve got no desk, I’ve got no bed at home, no shoes, I’ve never got anything. I feel that sense of lack like an equivalent of being refused. I don’t desire any material good, but Bimby seems like an indispensable certificate to me, an identity card. With Bimby, I would feel reassured on being part of the contemporary female community. Also there is an other thing: why does it call Bimby? It is called Bimby because of a subliminal message: you woman give birth to some children (TN: bimbi in Italian), therefore you need that little robot that is some kind of servant, a maid of all work.
I think it had such a big diffusion just because of its absurd price; any other little kitchen robot costs 300 Euro, Bimby cost about five times as much as that. Its appeal is tied to the idea of motherhood: Bimby, Bimby is there and with it you can fulfill any whim.
But in our case you (Stefania) the mother don’t have Bimby. So what?

S.G.S: As a matter of fact, I, the mother, have got no Bimby. You should know what I use instead though, as you will be horrified by that. I have an object called Babypappa, I didn’t even buy it, someone passed it to me.

R.M: Electric?

S.G.S: Electric. Generally I hate electric appliance, but this was given to me to let my children eat when they were little babies. Once I used to grate food and do everything by hand, then, for my second son was born, this grinding tool came up.
By now it’s held together by scotch tape.
R.M: Does this little thing you have just grind or beat and do something else?

S.G.S: It just grinds, it is a mini Bimby. Actually it can make also warm homogenized food, but I don’t use that function because my children have grown up. Now they eat everything.

R.M: You escaped Bimby, but you have got this little mini bimby anyway.

S.G.S: Yes, but this is a simple grinder, not a Bimby, just a piece of junk that is still there thanks to the tape. If you saw it, it would give you the creeps, but it is indeed useful to grind.

R.M: Do you think that in a love story – as after all we are here to speak about love stories – something like Bimby or a similar tool, by hook or by crook, might have a role?

S.G.S: For sure Bimby has something to do with a love story… You know, with this thing on Bimby, you let me think… actually I’m thinking about it since a few years, as I can say: “I’ve been through that”… You were talking about today’s woman, what does she need. Well, I think that today’s woman managed to break free from man slavery thanks to the appliances. I always have hated them and I even refused the washing machine!

R.M: How did you wash clothes? By hand?

S.G.S: I’ve been washing by hand for three years. On and on. Washing is a beautiful action after all.

R.M: Did you wash sheets too. Are sheets are laborious?

sgs: Sheets are laborious, but the process is beautiful, I used to get totally wet on the terrace and there was something kind of African in that process…

R.M: Did you quit washing by hand now?

S.G.S: At a certain point, I have got a washing machine and guess how much time I have now. Awesome! I said to myself: “Wow, I can think again!” The ’68 revolution coincided with the introduction of the washing machine and the women’s liberation.

R.M: Do you add softening, color catcher and anti-limescale?

sg: No. I should do that, right?

R.M: Well, yes.

S.G.S: I’m no good at that stuff, I feel that soon I could have no washing machine again.

R.M: Me too, I’m against domestic appliance and machines in general, it’s because of my very naive, primitive, approach to things. If I could, I would use candles, it is better with candles, but I think that eventually one can deal with that stuff and end up saying : “Alright, you have won with your appliance”. Well then you must use them as you are supposed to, using for example all the functions of a washing machine, even the craziest, like the silent one, spinless, cachemire sweater, baby, bra and all that bullshit. At that point you should come up with your favorite detergent. You do have a favorite detergent, do you?

S.G.S: I still haven’t found it, what about you? What is yours?

R.M: It is called Felce Azzurra Paglieri.

P: Isn’t it a bubble bath?

R.M: You are really ignorant! They produce the series “Lava Lava Lava”.

S.G.S: Is the bubble bath the blue one?

R.M: They made the washing machine detergent with the same perfume of the bubble bath and the softener too, and I pour it abundantly to let it scent better. Also, one time I put the color catching paper, another time I put the color catching bag with anti-limescale salts.

S.G.S: Beautiful! I don’t even know what all these things are.

R.M: I wash by hand too.

S.G.S: You see, you wash by hand too, you are an ancient woman like me.

R.M: I washed by hand absurd things too, like blankets.

R.M: Crazy!

R.M: Once I washed a carpet in garden and my dog made a terrible mess. It took eight summer days for that carpet to dry, it became incredibly heavy. I have washed everything by hand: shoes, coats, I washed a raincoat too, it has been a disaster because that raincoat had a water resistant coating, a water-repellent substance, that was washed out by Marseille soap and now I get all soaked when it rains. I would like to feel a woman like the others even without Bimby.

S.G.S: Well, actually it sounds ok to me: we are four women talking to each other and none of us has Bimby. It’s a good sign.
rm: We are niche losers, perhaps gathered by instinct. There is an instinct according to which similar people get together, if we had been fulfilled women, successful in their job, their family, their maternity, we would have had the Bimby! But If we are here this way, we are a few losers, envious of the bourgeois solidity. It is not only an external solidity, it has a strong core. You can hide yourself behind these apparently solid families, even though spiritual suffering, fears, graze you equally after all. But if I had some Bimbys and other diverse appliances, I would hide myself too and not just physically.

S.G.S: Do you have a vacuum cleaner?

R.M: Yes, but I don’t use any hair dryer, I’m afraid of hair dryers like dogs are. When my mother was using the hair dryer, the dog barked.

S.G.S: Is that because of the noise? Noise annoys me.

R.M: Not at all, I’m afraid of the electric blanket too, I couldn’t sleep under an electric cover. Even though this morning was cold, I have washed my hair and have spent one hour drying them with some linen swabs and they are still moist.

S.G.S: Don’t you get headache?

R.M: I don’t get ache, but I’ve got to stand these moist hair. I have been very hesitant with the computer too, it’s an other diabolic modern instrument, and even this thing we are doing now, with that tiny little window where one can see your face.

S.G.S: Sure, because you can’t smell it.

P: Rosa, thinking about that, in your novel you wrote that house cleaning saves life.

R.M: That comes from the fact that in my family, a family with strong traditions, there was a crowd of people cleaning: they cleaned up the garden, the house, they cleaned up everything and anything and that made me feel safe and gave me a sense of stability. Then things starts to totter. I grew up in a country house that eventually was sold by auction. During last months, it was summer, nobody was cleaning any more, only my grandma have been cleaning until the end. Everything got wrecked, the house was split apart, furniture was put up for auction, electricity was disconnected, we were left with candles. I connect the end of my family with the decay of our house. I would not call it exactly an obsession, but I would not live in a dirty house. It could be the most humid house, a hut with terrible furniture, but it must be clean. It’s one of the feminine virtue to know how to make the hut cosy. I’m not good at that though, I am an intellectual, while there are women who knows how to do that, they can have some clever clean up.

P: Stefania, could you tell us more about your project with Rosa’s words?

S.G.S: It’s like a different kind of monument, a monument in form of a tale. I even like the idea of using graffiti, a language normally used illegally. To write onto the city.

R.M: To write well in a bad way.

S.G.S: Graffiti artists often choose ugly places in order to embellish them with their work.

R.M: My personal appraisal of the action of graffiti artists is fairly variable. Sometimes it disturbs to me.

S.G.S: The limit is very thin, I like to play with this sort of contrast. I also like the fact that the tale will disappear: this mark on the city might sound a little banal to tell, but it is beautiful to see if you consider that it will eventually be erased by the daily passage.

R.M: It will remain a story with holes and other possible reading perhaps.

S.G.S: Can you say again the brand of Bimby?

R.M: Bimby is only one, it is made by Vorwerk, the one of the Folletto, all the others are bullshit replicas, and a woman who would like to be defined such, high forehead in the contemporary society, must own Bimby.

P: “Perk up pouting household surfaces with new miracle Ubik”.

Pinksummer and Stefania Galegati Shines would like to thank Giuliano Ballerini, Tania Ballerini, Gabi Curiel De Mattei, Shalom Eugenia De Mattei Graubardt, Cristina Romeo, besides Rosa Matteucci.

Pinksummer would also thank Stefano Pieri, Andrea Modon, Lorenza Risso from the Accademia Ligustica di Belle Arti.

Plamen Dejanoff – Collective Wishdream of Upperclass

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Plamen Dejanov work develops the relationship between culture and economy: the artist uses the typical dynamics of corporations following the process from production to consumption focusing on communication (branding) and realizing an osmosis between art and life.
The artist presents ‘Collective Wishdream of Upperclass Possibilities’ a project based on the change of home in a existential way as change of identity, in a new lifestyle. If in the period of industrial production the objects were an extension of being, in the time of hypercapitalism, based on advertising and branding, the products make the being (emblematic in this sens the ad of the new motorola microscope).
On this project Nicolas Bourriaud says: “Dejanoff makes, in this case, an art of replacement”. The artist, after the split with Swetlana Heger (with who has worked from 1995 to 2000) chose to move from Wien to Berlin, in Mitte, to a building designed by the young couple of architects Ernst&Gruntuch, finished in 2001. The high-tech style building is the home of corporations such as Adidas, Sisley, Benetton. Viva, Wir design; only three apartments are private lofts – one is the artist’s. The Hackesher Markt 2 building is included in several guides of Berlin as one of the most interesting pieces of architecture in Berlin. Dejanoff then contacted M/M, the French duo of designers, asking them to invent a logo for his new card and some luxurious announcements including exterior and interior views of the building and the logo with the address.
This project on the address changing and the change of name, from Dejanov to Dejanoff (suggested by Wir design, a firm which creates and takes care of the look of pop stars) transforms the existential experience into a kind of joint venture, common in the real economy. In Italy, the new productive cycle of Dejanoff comes to real life through the Flash Art cover, issue April- May 2002.
This cover features one of the luxurious announcements as advertisement. Inside the magazine some other announcements are published with the text ‘The artist as a limited company’ by Nicolas Bourriaud, co-director of Palais de Tokyo. Collective Wishdream of Upperclass Possibilities is a project shown in different venues: currently one sculpture of the logo is at the Kunsthalle in Hamburg in Art&Economy exhibition.
At pinksummer Dejanoff will exhibit an installation of a stack of Flash Art magazines, issue 233 and a series of ‘fetishes’ made of artificial crystal.
Recently the Belvedere Museum in Wien cancelled the solo show of Plamen Dejanoff scheduled for the 26th of april; it seems that they though the project too ‘realist’ to be art. We are consoled by the thought that the church of Santa Maria della Scala refused the Morte della Madonna by Caravaggio because it featured the Virgin in too ordinary a fashion.
The conformism of Dejanoff to the contemporary economical-social dynamics is without no doubt irritating; he does not go far from reality in representation, but baths into it and lives it. Showing us the segments of sponsorised life Dejanov\ff leads us to reflect on the progressive subordination of culture to economy (as shown the obvious decadence of the TV programs due to the logic of ‘audience). The real conformist in art it the one that wants to’épater les bourgeois’ with a recognized critic (because ideal and lubricant) to eventually obtain their favors.

Plamen Dejanoff – Planet of comparison

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About the work of Plamen Dejanoff, regarding the focalization on the economic dynamics that structure individual and collective lives of societies, we could say, at first glance, what Baudrillard wrote on the Americans, i.e. that it has no sense of simulation, but it is the perfect configuration, but it does not possess the language, being itself the model.
A feature that, formally reinforced by the maniacal aestheticism of his works and with titles such as “Collective Wishdream of Upperclass Possibilities”, makes him appearing like an “impostor” or “swindler” (as Nicolas Bourriaud defines him in the essay Post-Production) rousing, among bith curators and collectors, a curious form of Manichaeism that brings about a “for” or an “against” Dejanoff, sometimes becoming a real annoyance at his way of being.
We said “at first glance” because Dejanoff was born in Sofia and western capitalism, or better western hyper-capitalism (the artist studied in Japan) is a culture that does not belong to him, but for this very reason he could appropriate those mechanisms, which he reproduces with such paradoxical and exasperated radicalism, apparently a-critical, so to emphasize by excess the germs of egotism and decadence. Moreover he introduces, in a non-jolly way, the economic dynamics in the taboo enclosure of creativity, which many love to believe free, even if it has been always playing with the current members of the establishment, the only ones who can actually pay more than simple attention.
It was with the solo show at pinksummer in 2002 that Dejanoff began his career of solo artist; at that time he was practicing a sort of strategic re-formatting of identity in respect of what Bauman would define as “quality” of programmed obsolescence. In that case, the production of the exhibition was a contribution to the communication campaign launched by the artist in order to re-emerge regenerate and pure, as from a baptismal fountain. He asked us to buy the cover of Flash Art Italia.
“Planets of Comparison” is not only the title of the solo show at pinksummer, but an whole cycle of work started by Dejanoff with the large solo exhibition at Mumok, Vienna, last spring. In this show there will be no luxurious ready-mades placed on translucent platforms, but sculptures whose “pop” formalistic inclination is not contradicted by the attention for materials: wood, marble, ceramic e with a special care for the production of objects whose substance is no longer only conceptual: we are out of the post-production aesthetics.
We always considered Plamen Dejanoff as a social artist, in true meaning of the word, and his works as a sort of thermometer of the times. This new cycle of works seems to show nostalgia for an economy at odds with the creed of wild privatisations, of zero-weight companies, of capitals fluxes, of capital for capital. The one, to take an Italian example, that transformed Olivetti in a financial box for Telecom, and eventually having it disappear forever from the Company Register. Nostalgia for an economy able to produce profits and jobs.
“Planets of Comparison” seems to tell us about our world, made by exploiters and exploited, producers and consumers, originals and copies, but over all planets of comparison . . . the demiurgic myth of manufacturing industry, on which Dejanoff’s signature elegantly lays as a factory label (but not empty as a logo).
We tell also about a project by Dejanoff that does not exist yet, but that we hope to realize within the end of the show, titled “The Higher Powers Command”, alluding to a work by Sigmar Polke dating 1969; Polke’s work, a raw canvas that presents only the top right corner painted in black, makes game of the creed of the artist’s divine inspiration.
The performance “The Higher Powers Command” by Dejanoff is a work in progress in different locations whose shooting will be a movie. The first performance took place in the Kiel Kunsthalle in Germany and, after seeing the premises of pinksummer, just in the beautiful court of Palazzo Ducale, the artist asked to organize a second performance in Genoa.
The performance entails the artist’s black Porsche Cayenne, new at zero km, a dj set, two Porsche mechanics in their Porsche uniforms, a series of Porsche components indicated by the artist, a display of the same.
On the music soundtrack, during two hours of performance the mechanics will change the new component of the new car with different new components following the instructions of the artist, who in his turn follows “The Higher Power Command” the divine demon of the art, of whom the artist wants to be only the voice.

Plamen Dejanoff

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We were naive to interpret Plamen Dejanoff’s manufacturing turn, which happened around 2005, as a return to the tangibility of the work, after years and years of consistent post-productive remix. Dejanoff was actually picking up the last drift of luxury, harboured inside the new age folds of the energetic aura emanated from what surrounds us: environment, objects, food, pets. Anyway the diktat on which the western world relies on (and given the partial universalism of the doctrine, with western we don’t mean any specific geographic connotation), is that consumption must change.
From that moment on “the small people” elite would have been ready to dismiss with a concealed embarrassment the heavy Cayenne in favour of the electric car; M&M’s candies and Coca Cola cans would have been replaced in people’s pantries with wholemeal kamut cookies and strictly organic soya and blueberry juices; in our homes industrial design objects would have been replaced with the unique, eco-solider and eco-compatible objects linked to places and tradition, made unique by the imperfections typical of craftsmanship.
It was no more time for Dejanoff to mix expensive design objects with “waiting-list” artist’s works on smooth and translucent platforms, he had to pick up sculpture and, in some way, painting, portrait even; he had to come back to traditional materials like marble, bronze, wood, ceramic, glass, and, most of all, the products had to be rigorously hand-made, with a certificate of authenticity of craftsmanship, and no matter if not made by his hands, because at the end his brand is printed with huge letters on the objects that, from the time of post-production, have inherited the pop gene of his western heroes Andy Warhol and Jeff Koons, and in a even worse way, also from his eastern hero Sigmar Polke.
With the “New Works” Plamen Dejanoff was about to start his long-term complex project “Planet of Comparison”.
Plamen Dejanoff has been defined a marketing-oriented artist, others think that he economizes art, others that he culturizes economy, as a matter of fact that fascination lacking of any critical distance towards the speculative capitalism deprived of its productive “affectivity”, marks him as an artist that had to deal with the iron curtain.
Artistic projects and life are always so deeply interlaced in his works, that it is difficult to understand when reality ends and representation starts, and, even admitting that the real and the fictitious are very relative, not only today, but always, we think (hope) to see in these modalities the icy cynicism of a hacker that carries out in his projects a sort of simulation (Capitalism Iperreal Ism. Perhaps.).
It was back in 2002 when we supported a segment of his paradoxical marketing-identity operation based on the concept of brand, that he bravely called “Collective Wishdream of Upperclass Possibilities”. He made us buy the cover of Flash Art Italia n. 122 to represent himself, after the breaking off of the duo Heger/Dejanov, with a new name, a new city, a new home/studio, a new auto and a logo all for himself commissioned to the most “stylish” studio in Paris.
Relying upon professionals of the corporate marketing, whose know-how had nothing to do with the individual and his tragedies, was his way of restart after a powerful crisis, and with hindsight – but this interpretation might be a bit too incline towards a romanticism to be shared by Dejanoff – a strategy to alienate the pains of existence in a cold place, a place of non-belonging. After this project with a very unpleasant title, his descendents carry on a name created by the professionals of a visual agency.
Once he said: “I’m interested to think about art by means of pre medium of automobile”, and in fact car is very central to Dejanoff’s poetic based on a dual process of dematerialization and sublimation, similar to the one used by economy with sub primes.
For his second solo show at pinksummer he chose a photograph of himself at the age of 3 or 4 on a very luxurious small pedal car in a park in Sofia. At the first meeting with pinksummer he showed up with a BMW sport car that was the product of a contract he and Swetlana Heger had signed in 1999, to give, for a whole year, to the Munich based automaker, the spaces inside museums and publications of the exhibitions they had been invited to participate; BMW used the deal to find new potential vectors of marketing in the cultural world.
In 2002, at pinksummer, next to a pile of n. 122 Flash Art Italia magazines with the logo and the building of Ernst&Gruntuch in Hackesher Markt in Berlin, Dejanoff presented “Alle Autos”, a series of crystal models of different types of cars that the visual agency he had contacted to change skin, had suggested him in order to understand which one would have suited him better with the new identity they were creating for him. Objects are no more just an extension of the individual, but rather an essential part of an easy assembled and dismantled identity, like a lego construction.
In 2006 Dejanoff presented at the Kunsthalle in Kiel a performance that had the same title of Sigmar Polke’s painting “Hohere Wesen Befalen (Highter Beings Comand”): the work by Polke shows, on a completely white canvas, a black triangle on the right top angle; Dejanoff’s “higher commands” showed him on a black Porsche Cayenne whose aesthetically pleasant Porsche mechanics (blue dungarees, red t-shirt, yellow Asics sneakers), accompanied by a dj set, were changing the original parts with even more refined and expensive parts. It was on that occasion we discovered that a ceramic brake of a Cayenne costed like a Fiat Panda, we were shocked and started to pay attention to those cars we saw during the day, even in the streets of very frugal Genoa.
Dejanoff in “Highter Beings Comand” shows in a very explicit way his a-critical and a-political falseness towards the capitalist doctrine, inspired by the “Capitalism Real Ism” of Polke that, like the “Socialist Realism” with soviet communism, focused on the libertarian hypocrisy of democracies built on consumption, coming to the logical conclusion that, to keep those liberties and those democracies, a planned consumption had to be ordered from the top. The video created with the performance “Hohere Wesen Befalen” was also presented on an evening organized by Porsche for its VIP clients. Dejanoff knows how to play at Trojan horse.
Regarding the press release, we made this long excursus on Plamen Dejanoff’s work, moved by a urge to justify the third solo exhibition of a very complex and refined artist that, actually, never feels the urge to justify anything, not even statements like “But art is a luxury item, anyway so everything we do is luxury.
Just having the idea of making something in bronze is a luxury”. Mentioning “Capitalism Real Ism” and luxury items though, it is not by chance that the announcement of the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers had coincided with sky-high hammer prices and the sold out auction/performance by Damien Hirst at Sotheby’s in London; the following auctions by the big auction houses would have been a disaster.
As for his third solo show at pinksummer, Plamen Dejanoff will present a fragment, or rather, an impeccable abstraction, produced for the exhibition, of the bronze pavilion we first entirely saw on the occasion of his solo exhibition at Mumok in Vienna.
Light and fret worked like an embroidery, and at the same time steady and heavy like the grating of a prison, the bronze pavilion is representative of his real estate project titled “Planet of Comparison”. The project comes from a contingent fact linked to the artist’s biography: the purchase or the inheritance, at the end of communism, of seven houses in his native town Veliko Tarnovo, medieval capital of Bulgaria and epicentre of the Balkans.
Dejanoff had meant to intervene on those vernacular architectures calling famous Western European architects to create a museum quartier through the joint venture with Western European cultural institutions.
Craftsmanship and materials, about which we have no specific information, we believe instead come from Eastern Europe. In a few words, this is strictly an operation of colonization, the same one that, masked by the word “integration”, the enterprises did, as usual before governments, when the Wall came down.
The Planets flow in the Universe, far from each other, they can be mutually influenced, but only in a very remote way, interaction is impossible because there is the risk of a collision, of a catastrophe.
We have reasons to believe that in “Planet of Comparison”, the museum quartier in Veliko Tarnovo, just in part or fully realized, Plamen Dejanoff compares two extraneous planets, those of the two Europes.

Plamen Dejanoff – Foudation Requirements

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About Veliko Tărnovo and the Foundation created by Plamen Dejanoff in the city where he was born, the financial pages of several mainly British newspapers of the years 2005-2006, such as “The Telegraph” and “The Indipendent” testify that there was a lot of excitement around the booming of Bulgarian real estate market at that time.
They wrote about a 6% 7% consistent annual increment, with peaks of 25% and up to 100% increment in some coastal areas. A property estimated around 150.000 GBP in England was sold for 11.000 GBP in in Bulgary.
In those years, the Bulgarian government encouraged people over 50 living abroad to come back to their country to spend their retirement salaries in their homeland. British stormed the hills of Veliko Tărnovo . We do not remember if the mayor of Veliko Tărnovo or the administrator of a city in that area affirmed: “When the Brits arrive, services improve, the infrastructures gets better and jobs are created”.
In the meantime Veliko Tărnovo , formerly praised also by Le Corbusier for the organic features of its architecture, was inserted by “Lonely Planet” guide among the top 10 place to visit in Eastern Europe, together with Prague, Krakow and Transylvania. On that famous guide, one can read: “The evocative capital of medieval Bulgarian tsars, sublime Veliko Tărnovo ”.
It happened just around 2006 what we defined a “drift toward craft production” in Plamen Dejanoff research, when the artist seemed to indicate craft manufacturing, something between handicraft and corporate industry production, as the ultimate frontier of luxury.
Because both of the lower cost of work and the competitive skills of the workers, with his project “Planet of Comparison” Plamen Dejanoff decided to move the artistic production to East Europe.
It was then, or little later, that he decided to acquire some properties in Veliko Tărnovo , and afterwards, in reference to his “Kapitalischer Iper / Super Realismus” and the performative and imitational matrix in respect of the economic trend that is distinctive of Dejanoff work, we asked ourselves many times if that was actually some kind of real estate speculation transplanted into the art field, where he indeed feels as comfortable as at home.
It was around 2009 that Dejanoff decided to transform his property in Veliko Tărnovo , by creating a foundation and by starting to outline it.
In the meantime, according to what was published by “Financial Mirror” in 2012, in 2009 the crisis that hit the countries of the Eurozone slowed down abruptly the rise of the prices of Bulgarian real estate market.
The foundation presented by Plamen Dejanoff as a public space envisaged the construction of a library, a movie theater, a venue, a workshop for artistic production and also a series of apartments for artist residences.
The “Bronze House” project, apart from being an imaginary and modular diagram representing the foundation, is a precious strategic marketing vehicle, useful to raise funds to make the foundation happen.
“Bronze House” was conceived to adapt to diverse rooms, cultures and landscapes, to grow bigger and to transform, if not in its essence in its appearance, every time that it is presented and displayed: Mumok, Mac, Mambo, Hamburg Kustverein, Frac Champagne-Ardenne.
Plamen Dejanoff compared his idea for the Veliko Tărnovo foundation at Chinati Foundation, created in the 70s by Donald Judd. Initially supported by Dia Foundation, New York, it opened to the public in 1986 as an independent no-profit institution, financially supported with public funds.
A long time has gone since we first time met Plamen Dejanoff work, actually Heger / Dejanov work as he called Dejanov back then and was working together with Swetlana Heger. It was on the occasion of the exhibition “After the Wall.
Art and Cultures in Post-Communism” that opened at Moderna Museet, but that we saw in Berlin at the Hamburger Bahnhof in December 2000. Inside that exhibition, with which Dejanoff has never been particularly happy, Heger/Dejanov work looked like communicating in a different language to us.
Much later, after having followed several Plamen Dejanoff projects (“Collective Wishdream of Upper Class Possibilities”, “Planet of Comparison”, “The Bronze House” until “Foundation Requirements”), we eventually realized that it was not a different language, but a strange accent instead, something that escaped any classification.
The impossibility to classify it has always been a distinctive feature of Dejanoff work, together with its aesthetic appeal and its metamorphic quality adopted as a method, which, not to mention Engels or Marx’s Capital, could be related to some kind of historical materialism, following the neo-liberal evolutionary economy.
We saw many people wearing denim over tuxedo, but those who wear denim under tuxedo are a significant minority.
Unlike the artists in exile from the “iron curtain”, who in the 60s and 70s mastered the art of adding irony while focusing Germany’s self-confident financial gallop after WW2, Plamen Dejanoff work seems noncritical and, if there is any irony in it, it is well sealed deep inside it.
After all, irony, no matter how bitter can it be, involves some optimism anyway, provided to the artists of Capitalist Realism by the presence of an alternative solution, even though imperfect. The horizon presented by Plamen Dejanoff has no alternative solution, it pictures an economy of command and a centered global planning.
Sometimes Dejanoff work, for it mimetic imitational excess, appears to us as a kind super powerful homeopathic vaccine against the capitalism of planned profit that force nations to dismantle welfare more or less quickly by making cracks between social classes deeper and, on the other hand, on an international scale, dug a chasm between developed and developing countries.
Sometimes Dejanoff work appears densely romantic too, a melancholic romanticism, enough to let us imagine that the “Bronze House” is to Veliko Tărnovo , Bulgary, what Brancusi ‘s Endless Column is to Targu Jui in Romania. The Bronze House as some kind of totem.
For his fourth solo show at pinksummer, Plamen Dejanoff will present the project “Foundation Requirements”, which take us straight back to last Venice Biennale of Architecture, curated by Rem Koolhaas and titled “Fundamentals” Koolhaas decided to focus on those fundamental elements of architecture, that any architect has necessarily used anywhere and anytime, such ceiling, floor, door, ect. His intention was to make up an exhibition about Architecture and not architects, as if architects were an obstacle to the natural flow of architecture.
At the same time Koolhaas assigned the theme “Absorbing Modernity” asking the “nations” to tell about last 100 years history of local culture and architecture and to account on how, for better or for worse, they reacted to Modernism.
On one end, the action of Koolhaas seemed to us a curious return to order, even though with a different motivation; on the other hand, that looks like a temporary refusal, lasting perhaps as long as the exhibition did, of the aulic architecture in favor of the “not pedigree architecture” such as what Lars Von Trier did in his “Dogma” period in terms of filmaking.
In this respect, such an action has reminded us of Bernard Rudofsky, who, even though he did not left any fundamental marks regarding factual architecture except the splendid Moon sandals, wore by Jacqueline Kennedy and Jane Birkin among others, gave an anthropological breath to quite some 70s architecture with his famous exhibition “Architecture without Architects”, presented at MOMA in 1964.
Such a long discourse on the recurring reminders of vernacular architecture was useful to justify an artist who in the early years 2000 chose to live in Berlin in a house designed by Emst&Gruntuch on Hackescher Markt, furnished with plastic seats by Marc Newson and Vistosi’s lamps from the 50s, and who now with his new project “Foundation Requirements” presents at pinksummer some replicas of foundations / ornaments of Bulgarian traditional houses, independently displayed as they were sculptures, bragging about handmade joints and the absence of any glue and screws of a parquet flooring.
Beside the replicas of the “fundamentals” of local Bulgarian architecture, Plamen Dejanoff will present a series of international movie posters covers, on which he replaced the original title with his name.

Mariana Castillo Deball – Figures don’t lie but liars can figure

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Pinksummer: Let’s start from the proverb, attributed, among the others, to Mark Twain, that you have chosen as the title for the show at pinksummer: “Figures don’t lie, but liars can figure”. Montaigne affirmed that we call barbarian and savage what is not referable to our uses and customs, and that we like best what we alter with manipulations and changes suitable to the pleasure of our corrupt tastes. Do you believe that the world has an “objective” existence, autonomous from our perception/interpretation?

*Mariana Castillo Deball:*

I found he title for the exhibition, Figures don’t lie but liars can figure, in Roy Wagner’s book, Coyote Anthropology; a series of conversations between Wagner and Coyote, spiraling around the question of how meaning is created, a game of hide and seek between perception, representation and reality. According to Coyote, “perception is a very tricky thing”.

[Roy:“So why is perception a fake?”

Coyote:“See, Roy, we do not see the world we see, hear the sounds we hear, touch the things we touch, or in any way perceive what we perceive, but that something else comes in-between.”

Coyote:“Sure. As they say: ‘Figures don’t lie, but liars can Figure.’”

Roy:“The sounds and shapes that you have been trained to react to and project (so that by now it has become quite unconscious) form the pattern or content of first-attention reality. The spaces between and around those words, or between the words and the things they stand for, which you notice only in passing, form the backdrop of second-attention reality.”]

P:The philosophical problem in Greece was created to explain the whole, the totality of the things, structurally changing the development of the “western” civilization in comparison with the others. Philosophy, since its origins, has had the purpose to demythologize. The ancient myths were poetry, fantasy, imagination, then philosophy has prepared the background for the new myths: rationality and science, that fragment reality. Measuring itself with the totality of the world, philosophy had to deal with its unstoppable metamorphosis, the becoming, finding itself, for love of wisdom, to classify it, to catalogue it and represent it crystallized into causes and principles of absolute.
Some time ago, introducing the project for pinksummer to us, recalling Ovid and his Metamorphoses, you affirmed that knowing the world means dissolving its solidity. The world of Ovid, you wrote, is beyond the qualities of the attributes and the forms that define the variety of the things. Do you believe that a “de-hellenization of knowledge is possible?

MCD: [RM: Do you know what Mimolette means?

MCD: Mimolette is a process of the fermentation of ideas. The process consists in holding one’s breath, especially in those moments when you have so many thoughts and ideas that your head is about to explode. It is that moment of “almost explosion” when the Mimolette effect has its best results.
The Yanomamis are not allowed to pronounce their own names. If someone gets ill, for example, and goes to the doctor, he needs to be accompanied by a relative, so when the doctor asks, “What’s your name?” the other person can answer the question for him.
Secret names are stronger than spoken names; some people believe there is a limited amount of names in the universe, and if something or someone stays nameless, it is a tragedy.
Ideas, in this process of fermentation, start to have strange shapes and patterns, marble, crystals, blue, red, purple, yellow, white. Are there no colors starting with M?]
From: Maybe So Maybe No: A conversation between Mariana Castillo Deball and Raimundas Malasauskas that started in the middle of the alphabet, continued on radio waves, and reached conclusions around midnight.

P: Speaking of the uncomfortable objects on which your exhibition at pinksummer focuses, there is now on show in Genoa an exhibition titled “Africa of the Wonder” curated by Giovanna Parodi da Passano and displayed by Italian artist Stefano Arienti. Beyond the single works, knowing nothing of African art, what has intrigued us is the attempt to subtract the “exotic” objects from the “museal violence” of the showcase. Some time ago, in an article, Parodi da Passano pointed out how museums, particularly the ethnographic one devoted to extra European civilization, with its competent and de-contextualised representations, is “the principal place of creation of an objectification of the cultural otherness that assimilates and absorbs the manufactured objects for better voting to oblivion the cultures that have produced them”.
You have often measured yourself with “competent representations” to create entirely fictional stories, in this show from the title that we like to repeat – the figures don’t lie, but liars can figure – you have written that you want to build a genealogy of things to observe them as entities that have been transformed, changed, placed in different and contradictory contexts, crossing time and space in History. What you define not-human, the uncomfortable things, have a possibility to tell us about their selves, discarding the world that we have built around them.

MCD:
Lately, I have been collecting dialogues and fables among non-humans, such as Aesop’s fables, Ovid’s metamorphoses, Lewis Carroll’s dialogues, and fables by Augusto Monterroso, Horacio Quiroga, Antonin Artaud, Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, Mario de Andrade, Franz Kafka, and Montaigne.
At the beginning I found these dialogues only in fiction literature, but afterwards I started to find experiments of that sort among historians of science, philosophers, and anthropologists. I believe that this attempt comes from a necessity to build up a genealogy of things, to observe them as entities which have been transformed, discarded, mutated, placed in diverse and contradictory contexts throughout history.
What non-humans have to say about the world we constructed around them, about our definitions, manipulations and usages? What is left of the objects after so much historical maneuvering and what would be the testimony of these objects if they could tell us their story from their perspective? Our contemporary society is crowded with uncomfortable objects, products of desire, research or imagination; they trigger our conception of the world and compel us to take a position, to change completely our basic understanding of the universe.
Uncomfortable objects are constantly being erased, replaced, neutralized and destroyed in order to give space to new things, but this erasure is never complete, we are surrounded more and more by things, quasi-things, fragments, distortions and hybrids. At the same time there is a contrast between infinite possibilities and limited resources. The human desire and power of transformation is strong and blind, resulting in the extinction of species and the erosion of essential natural resources.

P: Do comfortable objects exist?

MCD: I think we are constantly trying to produce comforting, neutral objects, but sooner or later they come back to us, as debris, ghosts or demanding devices. A comforting object is always related to a comforting actor.

P: You ascribe two different cognitive attitudes to the myth of Echo and Narcissus, assimilating Echo to a feminine and matriarchal modality, open to the surroundings and able to be transformed by it. Narcissus, while looking for his reflection, transforms the world into a mirror to affirm his individuality. You link Echo to the experience needed to recognize shapes in a mineral concretion of a cave, where an imaginative power is needed to draw out a shape. Narcissus represents the neutrality of common exhibition spaces, museums or galleries, where shapes are immediately identifiable. Now, for your solo show, will pinksummer be a gallery or a cave?

MCD: Last summer I made a visit to the Chapada Diamantina, a region in Brazil covered with mountains, caves and other mineral formations. While visiting some of the caves it happened very often that the guide would point out a particular formation and ask to the visitants, what is it? Visitors needed to stare to the abstract walls and guess. The figures ranged from a dolphin, a face, a mermaid, an electric guitar, and a piece of bacon.
I found interesting a space where figures are apparently hidden; almost blend with the environment, a space where there is no difference between figure and background. I started to think how different museums and galleries are from the cave experience, where the spaces are neat and white, where the works are immediately recognizable.
In terms of mythology, I thought of Narcissus as an exhibition space, and Echo as a cave. The practice of finding images in stains on the walls and rock formations is closer to the imaginative nature of Echo, who tries to repeat what Narcissus says, but her voice gets inevitably distorted, becoming something else all the time.
On the opposite way, Narcissus is a repetition device, trying constantly to confirm his image, through his reflection on the water. The consequences of this gesture imply a complete denial of the outside world, in order to confirm the uniqueness of the self.

P: Regarding Narcissus and his egocentrism, do you think that the idea of progress that has led to erode the limited resources of our planet still is his reflection?

MCD: French anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss defined himself as a traveler, an archeologist in space, vainly trying to restore exoticism with the use of particles and fragments. Lévi-Strauss never went to the Moon, but throughout his exploration of human nature in remote parts of the world, we could see with his magnifying glass the human tendency to reach zero. Human knowledge attempts to divide and fragment reality in order to understand it, words, concepts, mentalities, and disciplines constantly collide with each other creating smaller and smaller particles, like moon dust.
For Lévi-Strauss, mankind has been constantly opposing himself to universal decay. He appears as a machine, maybe more perfected than others, working on disaggregating an original order to precipitate organized matter into inertia. Since he started to breath and feed himself until the invention of the fist thermonuclear and atomic instruments, men has done nothing but happily dissociate millions of structures to reduce them to a state in which they are not susceptible of integration.
Without doubt he has build cities and cultivated fields; but when thinking about it, these achievements are machines destined to produce inertia with a rhythm and proportion infinitely more elevated than the organization they imply. So, civilization, taken as a whole, can be described as a very complex mechanism busy in fabricating what scientists call entropy, which means, inertia.
For Lévi-Strauss, instead of ‘anthropology’ we should write ‘entropology’, a name for a discipline dedicated to study this process of disintegration in its more complex manifestations.

P: What will you present at pinksummer for your first solo show in Italy?

MCD: The exhibition includes friends and relatives of Echo, characters who are in a constant dialogue with their surroundings, establishing conversations that transform their shape constantly.
The exhibition consists of a series of sculptures in papiér-mache, a technique that I have been interested for a long time, because of its flexibility and simplicity and also the link it has with Mexican crafts, where it is used for several purposes. The sculptures resemble mathematical models gone crazy, and they include also images. We are doing a mural with an Italian faux marble technique, that I wanted to do since a very long time, which connects my interests in abstract-organic patterns, caves and beautiful minerals.
The exhibition is the starting point of a new project. This journey will evolve on a series of fables of uncomfortable objects, a portrait of contemporary society through the eyes of non-humans. A compilation of succinct stories featured by animals, mythical creatures, plants, inanimate objects, machines and forces of nature.
The anthropologist James Clifford gives a good example of how an exhibition of uncomfortable beings would look like: “We need exhibitions that question the boundaries of art and of the art world, an influx of truly indigestible “outside” artifacts. The relations of power whereby one portion of humanity can select, value, and collect the pure products of others need to be criticized and transformed.
This is no small task. In the meantime one can at least imagine shows that feature the impure, “inauthentic” productions of past and present life; exhibitions radically heterogeneous in their global mix of styles; exhibitions that locate themselves in specific multicultural junctures; exhibitions where nature remains “unnatural”; exhibitions whose principles of incorporation are openly questionable.” 1
Uncomfortable objects can just be looked with estrangement. Estrangement thus becomes a tool that is part of the creative process, implying an oscillation between understanding and not understanding. Making us conscious of the way we create narratives, discourses and histories, it alerts us to the opposition between the fragmentary nature of knowledge and its inherent tendency toward completion.

1.* James Clifford, The predicament of Culture, p. 213

Mariana Castillo Deball – Tamoanchan

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Pinksummer:
Pierre Hadot asserted that it is stupid to judge as if we were the masters of history and cited Augustine, claiming that the one who judges men, he is not just the one who knows them, but also expects that they are something different from what they actually are. Cézanne said that our egoism is mirrored by what we perceive and Bergson elevated the veritas aesthetica to model of philosophy, teaching to perceive beyond the enslavement of the habit, just as Roger Caillois suggested it in his essay Estetique generalisée. Tamoanchan, by re-presenting, or better actualizing, a myth and a symbol, looks like an acknowledgment of belongings, no longer limited to a specific civilization, but universal, as it recognizes nature as first creator.
Tamoanchan is a representation of the cosmological tree, the axis mundi of the Mesoamerican tradition, but also the primary image of the creational phytomorphism common to all religions. The tree that connects the sky to the underground world contains the metaphor of the fall and the nostalgia of the ascent, deeply rooted in the symbolic imagery of the whole humankind. What is your relationship with such archetype of tradition?

Mariana Castillo Deball:
Tamoachan is the great cosmic tree, its roots are deep in the infraworld, and its foliage extends into the sky. The fog covers its base. The flowers crown its branches. The two trunks twisted on each other like a spiral, are the two opposite forces that fight to produce time.
Tamoanchan is one in the centre of the cosmos. It is four as an assembly of poles dividing the Sky from the Infraworld. It is five as a whole.
Tamoanchan is the half of the cosmic tree. Its deep roots conform the world of the death, from where the regeneration force arises. It is also one of the twisted trunks: the cold, dark and humid.
The other half of the tree forms the branches of light and fire where the birds are posed, the souls of the celestial deities. From the foliage spread and slip the flowers of the diverse destinies. This is also the warm trunk.
Tamoanchan, in assembly, is war, sex and time.
The explorations of Pedro Aramillas y José R. Perez in the limits of the old city of Teotihuacan, brought into light a series of murals dated between 550 and 650 ac.
The Tamoanchan/Tlalocan mural is one of the finest examples. On the upper part of the mural, raises, monumental, a tree with a double trunk twisted on itself. It is a tree loaded with different kinds of flowers. Maybe they are drunken flowers. Flowers that disturb and transform human hearts. From the flowers slips the nectar. The branches are covered with insects, spiders and birds. It is with no doubt, The Tree.
An enigmatic figure sits on the foot of the tree. It is anthropomorphic, but its features have originated diverse interpretations. Caso considered that it was Tlaloc the rain god wearing a mask; Kubler spoke about a feminine cult image, not necessary a deity; Miller proposed that the figure is backwards; Sejourné considered that the character combines elements from the fire and rain gods, and Pasztory in the most extensive study until now, said that it is bisexual, that the scene is Tamoachan, that the character is placed on top of a mountain and that the figure contains the rain elements that Sejourné mentioned.
But here is more. The two halves of the tree have opposite elements. On one half there are shells, snails, fish, all water and cold elements. The other half depicts flowers, minerals and warm elements.
Through the cold branches we can see insects ascending, they are butterflies flying to the top. On the warm branches there are spiders weaving their net, and one of them is obviously descending hanging from a thread to the centre of the image. The spider descends; but it counts not just because it is going down. Pasztory gives us another intelligent association: the spider is related to dust and drought. The forces that ascend and descend in the tree are related to the agricultural cycle.
Again we find in this image, both in the character and in the tree, the fight of opposite forces.
The mural of Tamoanchan is still in location nowadays in Tepantitla, as an archaeological site open to visitors. Some parts of the mural are damaged, so the image is not completely visible, but there have been several reconstructions in other locations and documents. For pinksummer. the floor of the exhibition space shows the reconstructed image, which doesn’t exist as a whole, and on the walls, we present a series of paper works printed directly from the floor, depicting the areas that are still visible at the original site.

P:
Mexico City rose up on the ashes of Tenochtitlan, the ancient capital of Nahuatl or Aztec empire, in fact the term Aztec is a much later term, coined from the geographer Alexander von Humboldt, in order to distinguish pre-Columbian population from modern Mexicans.
They say that Tenochtitlan was founded on an island in the middle of Texcoco Lake and that was considered a sacred city such as Jerusalem.
We think at Distanza and Menzogna in which your hand casted in porcelain acts as a doorknocker on a mirror, alluding to the gestural impossibility to knock on History, informed by the mirror that can only reflect the present or get broken. Is the map of Tenochtitlan, handed on by Cortés and presented again for the exhibition in Berlin, a secular repercussion of Tamoanchan, the place where pictographic mythopoiesis locates the beginning of time cycle?

M. C .D.:
On a previous work exhibited at the Hamburger Bahnhof in Berlin this year, I did the first wooden floor piece based on what is known as the Nürnberg Tenochtitlan map.
In 1521, a letter and two maps arrived in Spain for the Spanish king. This was the second of three letters, which the conquistador Hernán Cortés had sent, describing the Aztec capital Tenochtitlan, which he and his crew had discovered and were close to conquering. The main map was a detailed illustration of this city, and the other map was a sketch of the nearby Mexican gulf coast. The main map seems to reflect the conquistador’s characterization of Tenochtitlan as an enchanted metropolis, a jewel rising up from the centre of an azure lake – an ordered, wealthy civilization, but also a misled society centred upon heathen ritual sacrifice instead of enlightened Christianity.
This depiction of Tenochtitlan served to justify the expensive Spanish colonial efforts not only to King Charles V; the 1524 publication of the map and Latin-translated letter in Nuremburg also sparked the imaginations and support of a large European audience. This map was the first and most widespread image which Europeans had of Tenochtitlan and remains one of the few maps we have of the pre-colonial Aztec empire.
Some archaeologists now believe that this map was the result of many copies on the way from Mexico through Spain to Nuremberg, and they also believe that the original map was drawn by an indigenous artist, after all. The portrayal of rows of houses and the island capital in the center of a circular lake is not only to be found in the European mapping tradition, but also in the Aztec one. The map also shows details that were not mentioned in Cortés letters and which draw Aztec historical and religious references which were not understood by Europeans during that time.

P:
You have always had a curious relationship, tainted with the ironic twist of the paradox, with the episteme and the rigorous dogma that tends to qualify the judgment and to confirm its validity through the method. Now you take us into the luxurious and mythopoeic topography of Tamoanchan by showing us the cosmetic ordering potential of the sacred, opposed by nature to the chaos and the circumstances of becoming. Here the opaque machinery of linear progression is replaced by the spinning dynamic of the cycle. In the cosmogony of Tamoanchan, the art of the divination appears nearly possible, as if the outburst of nature and its forms was permeated by intelligibility, like if the absurd could had a law. The Florentine code conserved at Laurentian library recalls the symbolic etimology of Tamoanchan and the meaning “to get home”. Is it inappropriate to understand this attitude of getting home as a scatological perspective immanent in Mother Nature? What is your relationship with the sacred and the magical?

M. C .D.:
Tamoanchan is the axis of the cosmos and the assembly of cosmic trees. It is where the sin happened. The gods put together opposite substances, originated sex, and with it the creation of another space, other beings, another time: the human time. By their sinful action, the gods where punished: exiled into the world of the death and to the surface of the earth. The gods started a new way of existence: transformed, originated the beings of this world; but they were already infected with death, a consequence of sex. Their existence would be limited in time, limited in space, limited in their perceptions. They would have in exchange the possibility to reproduce themselves.

P:
All your work is traversed by the need to actualize the abstraction, to give a physical presence to the thought. Your work refers to the concept of translation, which involves the idea of passing, leading beyond and implies the idea of the route, of travelling. When you embark on a journey, we leave something behind and find something new, something else. Translate, in its original meaning of taking beyond, also refers to the verb betray even understood as to deliver, to transmit. Why did you give us these transmitted/betrayed maps to walk on?

M. C .D.:
Sometimes I use the term ‘possession’, referring to the way I deal with appropriation, embedding myself into diverse working methods and trying to follow them. Sometimes it can be a formal experiment, like when I try to replicate the Scagliola technique. Sometimes it’s a more intellectual or narrative approach, where I try to catch a certain way of describing things, or the way they study them or look at them. I try to catch the different points of view and the different ways of relating to the world. This always starts with a very specific question, in the case of the exhibition at pinksummer, it’s a question about how an object survives beyond itself; it’s not just the thing in itself, but it’s also the ghosts and the replicas that this object creates. So then I concentrate on this question and I see how different people have approached this object from their different points of view. Maybe it’s an exercise in concentration. I think it’s also about retrieving myself from what I think is right, or real, or correct. I adopt the position of the object and follow its path.
This question makes me think again about the historian Carlo Ginzburg. One of his working methods is called estrangement – he uses estrangement as a tool. He tries to retrieve himself, to imagine he’s a horse or a rabbit, in order to understand something more clearly. If I think about that in relation to my approach to Mexico it could also apply, because when you’re dealing with your own cultural identity you can be tagged so easily; you could say ‘I’m a Mexican woman artist’, or ‘I’m a Mexican woman artist who doesn’t live in Mexico but is making work about Mexico’. There are so many things that I could be trapped by, so I always try to be careful to escape from these preconceptions. The cultural identity of Mexico is so strong and has so many layers, so I think that I’m like a chess player: I’m always trying to change my position.

Guy Ben-Ner – Second Nature

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Pinksummer: A few years ago Amos Oz gave a lecture in Germany, later published in a book that in Italy went out under the title “Against fanaticism”, in which he focused on the concept of compromise starting within the family circle to expand, then, into the thorny social-political field of the Middle East conflict. Oz, in fact, asserted to know much about the idea of compromise having being married to the same woman for forty years, and continued affirming that compromise is not an annihilation of individuality, but the overcoming of the limit that individuality imposes us through the recognition of the other, that at the same way also recognizes us: a halfway meeting that involves the triumph of life over the narcissistic thanatocracy of fanaticism.
Compromise seems to us a fundamental concept of your work, as it came out from the tension between the ideal of individual freedom (human instinct, nature, Es) and the equally necessary human need to love, receive love, belong and defend, structuring social life inside laws and conventions (also a human instinct, civilization, culture, superego?). In yours “homemade movies”, absolutely low tech, and not lacking of political references, you have many times affirmed that they are a compromise between your desire of being an artist and that of being a present father and husband. Meanwhile, the interpretive contribution you ask your children, your wife and to the same idea of house, of intimacy, is the pledge your family offers to have you home.
Regarding your work, what is the difference between compromise and sacrifice?

Guy Ben-Ner: Oooo. Do you know that me and my wife just got separated a few months ago?
Yes compromise. You always do. Even when you go to war or divorce you make compromises.
The leap Oz makes from the private to world politics is a bit too simple. It sounds like a Hollywood film -as long as the family cell is dysfunctional there are world catastrophes- invasion from Mars or something. Once we learn to compromise- the Martians are defeated, like magic. This feels more like an educational program by Bourgeoisie morality. Things are more complicated than that.
One of the things that interested me in the video, “Second nature”, was the fact that Esop was claimed to be a slave. But if you read his fables you realize they teach you not to get too ambitious.
The fables want to keep the frog- a frog. One must not try to be what one was not intended to be. Be what you where born to be.
All this made me think Esop was not a slave but an invention of the masters to keep slaves from wanting more than they have. He is like a super ego – an external authority that is inserted within. It works better that way. So I suspect this family morality Oz uses.
I would propose, in the nature of my recent divorce- that Israelis should divorce from the land of Israel.
Jewish people are better off homeless. We are much more productive like that.
I have a slogan for OZ: be homeless. Don’t compromise.

P: History of contemporary art is shaped on the idea of ready-made and you obviously cannot escape that being a contemporary artist. There are two forms of ready mades, conceptually antithetic: that of the “Bicycle Wheel ” by Duchamp, based on the hedonism of the sovereign artist and that of “Head of Bull” by Picasso, constituted by a saddle and a handle of bicycle, much less metaphysical, but as much alchemic, maybe more ludic and open. In your movie “I’d give it to you” the “Head of Bull” by Picasso returns to be a bicycle in the shape of a present, and then it becomes again an artwork, your artwork, through the elaboration and the sharing, and not simply with the recombining. It seems like you use the idea of ready-made of Picasso like a tool to evade both the duchampian dirigism, concerning history of art, and the control of contemporary democracies based on illusionistic self-made kits like Ikea (for adults) or lego constructions (for kids). In a critic essay centred perhaps on “Treehouse Kit” you have been defined a UFO in the standardized world of contemporary art. What do you think about it?

G.B: After I got this question from you I googled “guy ben ner + UFO”. Unfortunately I didn’t find anything interesting.
Regarding your question: I was trying to create a metaphor, that art has a use value in the world.
You take a useful object from the street and turn it into an Art object by restricting its use (you can not touch Duchamp’s “fountain”- let alone pee in it). That’s why museums keep guards.
In this way artists and institutions work like any owner of private property – they restrict your ability to “enjoy” the object they “own”. The idea, to build a functional bicycle out of the 5 sculptures, was an attempt to “redeem” the ready-made objects and give them back their “use value” that was taken away from them – so that my children and I can use those bicycle to our enjoyment.
It is a matter of economy – I owe my children and it is through art that I pay them back (needles to say, they worked so hard with me on this piece that my debt to them only got bigger).
So it ends up being a story about generations – about fathers and their (artistic or biological) children, about owing something to someone and not being able to repay (to the next generation – my children, and to the previous generations – art history). The only way to deal with this un-payable debt, is to create new debts, more and more debts, so many that you can not keep track of them anymore.

P: When you have been chosen to represent Israel at the Venice Biennial of 2005, you said that the artist is the one that shows its filthy cloths. Regarding the dry humour that marks your movies, we thought about Freud’s essays about humour, “Witz”, of 1905, and “Humour” of 1927. In “Witz” Freud considers the Jewish stories about Jews like a typical form of humour that is identified with self-criticism. Jewish stories about themselves are always a bit masochistic and self-destructive but however, showing the actual flaws and weaknesses, they get out not only unharmed, but also with a superior dignity based on consciousness: we thought of the greatness of Chaplin, “the little man alone that tries to enter the world, remaining basically outside of it”, but also of Woody Allen. And, by the way, many times the influence of silent movies by Chaplin, Keaton, Lloyd on your gestural humour and as such unutterable has been pointed out. In the essay “Humour” Freud, without mentioning anymore the Jewish stories of the Jews of Eastern Europe, affirms that humour is the triumph of narcissism and that it can even become a paranoia and mania of greatness. What is humour for you, an antidote to filthy cloths or a way to dominate them?

G.B: In any way I see jokes as a radical tool, so radical that you can die laughing from the right joke as in Monty python’s funniest joke in the world (where the joke is so funny it becomes deadly, and is used as a weapon of war). For me that is a metaphor for how efficient humour can be. I take it seriously. I try to put it to use.
And yes, the psychic-economical aspect Freud investigates in relation to jokes is of much interest to me – that they are, like dream formations, a way to overcome censorship. That’s simple enough.

P: Regarding that sanctimonious man of Berkeley, to whom you dedicated the desert and savage little island built in the middle of your kitchen in your movie “Berkeley’s Island”. Metaphor, probably, of an exasperated subjectivism that leads to the onanism of the esse est percepi. You believe that the radical individualism that characterizes contemporary social life is the cause of the progressive erosion of the res extensa, the objective extramental reality, space and time for example, that, as foundations of the res publica, results into the corrosion of the social agreement, of the right, that withdraws leaving space to the saviours of the souls uninterested to life, that take God, their one particular God, as guarantee of the licit and illicit matters.

G.B: Wow. You take for granted that I have read all these things? That I know Latin? I am not that smart. But the name does refer to the radical idealism of the bishop Berkeley. It does make a connection between that aspect he elaborates – of mistaking the outside world for my inner perceptions, and does relate that state of mind to masturbation and to the process of home-film-making – that you have to use your active imagination (in order, for example) to be able to see an island in the middle of the kitchen. In that sense the connection is a positive one.
I will not go on to draw more general conclusions from this, though I like the direction you point out. It is of much interest for me today, but “Berkeley’s island” was made 10 years ago and I was even less smart than, then I am now, so to credit such a point of view to it would be unjust.
I was taking one step at a time. Maybe in this case the viewer is way smarter than the piece?

P: We enjoyed your choice for the image of the invitation made by the sleeves of the cds with the compilation “the best” and “the Hot” by Samantha Fox and Sheryl Crow, to recall the Fox and the Crow by Esop you got inspired by for your movie “Second Nature”. In the image you sent us, that which also appears on the invitation for your exhibition at Konrad Fisher, the crow learnt the lesson, not the moral one of Esop about the damages caused by the arrogance of the arrogants, but that of the fox: that becomes smart so to surrender to the allurements without risking to lose the bit of meat, by the way stolen. The crow has tied up the peace of meat to the little claw. Tell us about your morals. Will you present anything else at pinksummer?

G.B: Actually it is a question- can you tell a fable today. Is it not too arrogant to think you can educate someone? On the other hand if I believed art can not deliver any kind of lesson, or critic, to the world, I would stop making it.
So it hangs there in the in-between, humble and arrogant at the same time.
That is an interesting thing about fables that they are such an educational art form.
Maybe my movie is more about the way educational narratives are being constructed – about this idea of “a lesson for life”, about these power structures of training and educating, of being subjected to it.
What I liked about this specific fable is that the “lesson for life” was not possible in it.
I mean – this separation between the “lesson” and the “life” was not possible-. If this fable is about one creature training another, than once you try to train for it-you already perform it. So when Gwen, the crow trainer tries to teach Oreo, the crow to give up his cheese, she unknowingly already takes the part of the fox as it is in the fable. She thinks she is training but actually she is performing the thing itself. It’s like a documentary that is becoming fictitious all at once.
And about ties: just as the food is tied, so are the animals, and so are the people (at least through the lines of Beckett they utter). The tree ties everybody around it.
The other video I will present is “Berkeley’s island” that was the first long narrative video I made, and the first time I used my family members as actors and collaborators. Maybe some drawings. Not sure yet.

Guy Ben-Ner – Soundtrack

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It was last summer when Guy Ben-Ner shared with us the basic idea for the making of his new movie Soundtrack, at the time titled Parasites. Ben-Ner wanted to start from a ready-made element, the soundtrack of the movie War of the Worlds (Steven Spielberg, 2005), in order to generate a sequence of scenes pivoting on the most distinctive feature of his films, the domestic family setting. We immediately thought that Slavoj Žižek mentioned the same Spielberg’s movie in his analysis of the ideologic myth of family, the book In Defense of the Lost Causes.
In his essay, the Slovenian philosopher asserts that any narrative regarding the family is fundamentally ideological and that, as far as the ideal is concerned, Hollywood cinema, defined by the philosopher “ideological machine par excellence”, is a crystal clear example of his assertion.
Žižek remarks that Hollywood movies show how anything, from asteroids to the October Revolution, might be transported into the Oedipal dimension of the family. By performing some sort of mystifying process, the typical Hollywood narrative code interlaces two plots: one is apparently most important and large-scale social, the other one just small-scale human.
Usually, the first plot is a catastrophe that threatens to destroy humankind, while the other one is centered on a family issue. According to Žižek, the second plot is what the narrative is actually about. Žižek claims that in the movie War of the Worlds the alien invasion is just a pretext to wake up the paternal instinct of the character interpreted by Tom Cruise, a divorced father worker who neglected his children before the alien attack and eventually manages to gain back their respect.
As soon as the family issue is resolved, the external threat always magically dissolves in the happy handing. Žižek concludes that any threat made spectacular by the director turns out to be nothing but the metaphorical extension of a private problem.
After all, it would have made sense to write that Guy Ben-Ner, by taking home the soundtrack of War of the Worlds, re-establishes the hierarchical order of the two plots to emphasize the idealizing mystification with his typical sense of humor. Even before watching Soundtrack, by looking at the still frame chosen by Ben-Ner for pinksummer invitation card we realized that we were completely off tracks though.
A faultless, plain and almost geometric image, shows a fighter bomber and a cathodic cold gray sky reflected by the window glass of the apartment where the artist shot the majority of the movie, his own apartment probably.
It sounds awkward, but the image of the airplane, relayed by the glass as it was on a screen, while recalling war – maybe a war such as those that recently are called terrorism prevention – feels like reassuring. It is not by chance if, a little earlier in the movie, in the laundry where the artist went to pick up the sock forgot by her daughter, a young person complains about the absence of airplanes and helicopters in the sky of Tel Aviv.
The boy in the laundry emphasizes how the state of exception, the human-rights vacuum, founded by the governance all over the world on the complementary ideas of safety and terror, has become a new form of normality everywhere and particularly in Tel Aviv. Therefore it is not by chance if, when the children of the artist (in the fiction of the movie and in real life) come back home and find their father panicking in the middle of a terrible mess, look each other astonished and ask him if that is a terrorist attack just to suit their need for an explanation and to find a reason for their father’s fear.
By answering that it is not the case, the father rather alludes to an undefined threat, something that comes from elsewhere. In their desperate attempt to rationalize, the children keep on asking if the undefinable terror comes from Europe, a known location marked on the map. At that point, the father loses his patience and relinquishes his explanation duty.
In this movie Ben-Ner seems to recall the contemporary politic ontology, that induces some kind of metaphysic fear by means of media and television, an irrational fear coming from remote depths (not from the sky), supranational and placeless, inenarrable and disarming. The action of Soundtrack is dictated from that nowhere place and does have nothing to do with the empirical sense, it is absurd and contagious.
The movie subtitle could possibly be necessitas legem not habet (necessity has no law), but it does not matter if necessity is not real and just merely abstract. Michel Focault asserts that the highest gamble for contemporary states biopolitics is naked life, the biological life that from Greek antiquity to modernity had represented the negative foundation of power: the excluded one. At that time, the house was the place of naked life, while the city was the place of public life and therefore of politics.
Perhaps Soundtrack tells about the abolition of naked life and its impact on the verticalization of non-participatory politics. And this may be the reason why the reestablished value of regression emerges in the ending of the film, when everybody, adults and children, hysterically invoke the return of their mother or, indeed, their mom.

Baukuh

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Pinksummer: Dramatic and frightening is the image you have chosen for the invitation card of your exhibition at pinksummer. The same angel on the Ribaudo family’s tomb at the cemetery of Staglieno, that was chosen by the Joy Division for the cover design of their single” Love we will tear us apart”. Let’s start from what Baukuh and Gruppo A12 have in common: Genoa and Stefano Boeri first, not to mention architecture itself. Did the common imprinting from the city, its genius loci, only taught you how to get away as fast as you can? What about Boeri’s social (political?) approach?

Baukuh: Beyond the – obvious – association with the “terminal” condition of Genoa, city of older people and most of all of no interest for whichever future, we chose the angel of Joy Division a little by chance. In a sense, it is also significant that this image of Genoa was produced outside the city, which is by now our condition. Moreover in our case, we (five on six) are not even from Genoa. At a certain point we have chosen to work there, then we have preferred to move the studio and now we would like (at least partially) to reopen our studio in Genoa. It is maybe because we are architects, we do have a very little sentimental relationship with the city. Cities can be used for some time, then you may change idea, then maybe you changes idea once again. About Genoa’s genius loci, speaking from our position of people who come from outside, we do not dislike it. Sure, it is clearly suicidal, but it has its own greatness.
As far as Stefano Boeri, that was an Hobson choice, as there were not a lot of other options. I do not know if you have an idea of the situation of the architecture in Italy at the end of the Nineties. Therefore even those, whose interests were rather distant from Stefano’s, ended up to work with him almost unavoidably. Also Stefano is an extremely intelligent and generous person, able to gather together very diverse people. And he has the virtue of not considering itself a loser, which, while working with him, gave you the impression – completely exceptional in that context – that it could even happen that you may not be a loser, you either.

Gruppo A12 : We are two groups of architects, we share the same dimension of collective work too, even though carried out with different modalities and stories, and probably we are different even in our relationship with the city and Stefano Boeri. Joy Division’s song it is about a tormented love and Genoa is not an easy city. Learning to see it a little like the eyes of someone from outside do is a useful exercise that would be healthy for all Genoese people. Concering Stefano, we have met him in the beginning of the Nineties, when we were a little more than twenty years old. A little older than thirty five, he was at his first teaching assignment as associate professor. For sure that was a breath of fresh air in a rather creacky academic system, with the ability of involving you and let you feel you at par as a plus one. A12 was being born just in that period and from there a series of collaborations is been born, even though they did not continued then therefore over a long time span.

P: Somewhere we read that after the end of the classicism and the sunset of modernism, for architecture we are in the time of post-critic, of post-theory, probably just post and that’s all (also for visual arts we are in the imperative hit-and-run of the curator, somehow close to the sell-earn-and-regret of the finance, agnostic or boor as it might be). In that sense, architecture is meant to be a trade sunk into the mere pragmatism and, in the same sense, the exhibition at pinksummer could always be considered an aporia, an impossibility, an absurdity, or just a loss of time?

G.A12: Actually in architecture, in front of the economic crisis that has hit in the heaviest way the real estate industry and in front of the discipline that has been lain down on the stylistic marks of some professionals of fame, we see an uprising interest for drawing, speculative projects (in terms of theory of knowledge, not real estate speculation) and for all what can pretty much represent the purest research to architecture. One can say that the majority of our activity as a groop has been based on that kind of research, even though, because of our much more pragmatic than theoretical attitude, everything has been ending up in temporary installation instead of texts, diagrams or big that has been translate in ephemeral installations instead that witnesses, diagrams or large drawing plates.
Regarding the abuse of “post”, that is probably due to a defect of the critics, that is not capable to define anything if not in connection with what it happened before.

B: To be honest, there is very little pragmatism/profiteering at the moment. As real estate market seems to be dead and never resurrect (and probably it will not resurrect, at least as we have been knowing it so far), within a 35% juvenile unemployment scenario, it seems difficult to imagine that one can be so busy in making good money that he is not able to have an exhibition.
For what concerns all that list of post-something that you have mentioned, we believe that it is a perspective, which does not help very much. Perhaps it is just the fundamental assumption of the whole modernism and postmodernism that should be discussed. We cannot think in terms of an univocal historical development, to which we just should clutch, as if the Zeitgeist was riding a motorcycle and were attached like a sidecar. I would say that Latour has made clear enough that this type of modernity is just superstition.

P: A silly question for baukuh. Concerning your Two Essays On Architecture (Due saggi sull’architettura, Genova, Sagep editori, 2012), we have been thinking at a much arbitrary comparison to the movie “Amadeus” by Milos Forman. Giorgio Grassi is Salieri, poor thing, and Aldo Rossi is the Mozart of the history of architecture, poor thing?

B: “Amadeus” by Forman is one of the more stupid movies of all the time and Mozart simply looks like a dumb guy possessed by a superior spirit, which is exactly what we do NOT think about intellectual work. Working is a hard work for everybody, and for sure Mozart was not such a lucky lunatic as he is pictured by the movie (that we consider totally fascist for giving such an idea of the art)
Therefore the answer is that Grassi is Salieri and also Rossi is Salieri, but above all also Mozart is Salieri, even because otherwise it would be just a jerk.

P: A question for Gruppo A12. Something on your participations to the Kröller-Müller Museum and to the Venice Biennale of 2003: does it persist any substantial difference between architectonic “system” or even “architectonic device” (these being the definitions of your work, that we heard on those occasions) and actual architecture? And in case that difference exists, is it just a matter of temporality or even of responsibility?

G.A12: Those terms have a specific meaning and they have been used to describe our interventions probably because our answer to a particular typology of architecture (the temporary exhibition pavillon) was much wider than a mere solution of the architectonic theme in terms of form and function and opened a reflection on nature of collective space and the urban condition. Both of those participations can be considered some sort of manifesto for a rather precise idea of architecture, generally valid. Their ephemeral nature, on which many people focused, has been completely accidental to us and is related to the fact that, for several reasons, contemporary art exhibition are almost the only context, where we manage to express such ideas.

P: Do you have any relationship with vernacular architecture?

G.A12: For some reasons, it is impossible not to have it (believe it or not, even the “cultivated” architecture or “auteur architecture” origins from there). We cannot say that we have a specific interest for the topic or a particular “taste” for vernacular aesthetics, traditional construction techniques or spontaneous architecture, even if the appearance of some our jobs could recall self-made constructions, which is one of the possible interpretations of the term that you used. Our approach to the construction of the project, also in about its formal aspects, is much more conceptual.

B: We don’t.
If “vernacular” refers to the achievement of some minority to sympathize with, of some poor thing to whom you give something to charity to set your mind at rest, then it is ethically disgusting. We do not believe at all to the “architecture without architects”, that it is always and solely architecture made by “architects” (because such are they, even if they do not have the stamp of the order) overwhelmed, forgotten, exploited. If this “architecture without architects” has reached some formal achievement – as most of the time did – it was always just because there the awareness of a project and therefore an architect was there, even though his track got lost.
If instead by “vernacular” you mean simply a picturesque appeal, where everything is a little blurred, a little adjusted, a little more gentle, a little more innocuous, that is just crap.

P:Rem Koolhaas the Superdutch is going to be the curator next Venice Biennale of architecture. What do you think about it?

G.A12: That follows last year trend of entrusting the direction of the Biennale to important international architects rather than architecture critics or theorists. Of course, Koolhaas is an architect whose activity is equally shared between research and building practice, one of the most influential personalities who have radically changed the way of making architecture during last 30 years. Therefore we are curious to see how he will carry out that assignment.

B: Koolhaas has nothing to do with the “Superdutch”, the title of a book by Bart Lootsma, that used to piss off people about ten years ago, but that now is just touching. Moreover Koolhaas has always disliked that book and of course you cannot blame him for “Superdutch”. On the contrary, you can blame him for having raged at that Bart Lootsma, poor devil who ended up emigrating to Austria, but maybe the issue is not very interesting…
Koolhaas will be an excellent curator. I would say that he has the right to do whatever he likes to and we trust him. Overall, we trust in Koolhaas, Gerhard Richter, Derek Walcott and Steve Albini. They all can do whatever they want.

P: Cities get ill and sometimes they die too. Sometimes that happens for natural causes, like the sanding up of harbors, other times is an infected politics that slow them down to death. Genoa is dying a little bit, it is not basted by good connections, it is bleed white by the consistent emigration. Genoa is more and more beautiful though. Could the Architecture, the true one, the one of the city and for the city, not the overbearing and the individualist one of archistars, be a medicine? Isn’t it a dog chasing its own tail? Can the architecture of the city, of the community, prescind from a healthy politics?

G.A12: No, architecture cannot be a medicine for the society. Aldo Rossi, between a symphony and a quartet, on the relationships between politics and cities, says that ” the city actualize itself through its own idea of city”. City, architecture, artwork are products of the society that they express. The quality of the architecture depends at least equally on both the patronage and the architects. Therefore, a good public architecture is possible only when the public patronage (politics) is aware of the importance of the quality of the space where citizens live, it is convinced of the necessity of a consistent planning to obtain it and it is determined to face all the difficulties of making that happen. But there is no link between quality of the architecture and “health” of politics, as we mean it today. If we look back at the past, we realize that often also corrupted regimes and ferocious tyrant have produced wonderful architectures.

B: For Genoa’s specific disease, architecture cannot be a medicine. Only politics could it be.

P: Regarding the reflection that you are going to elaborate in form of exhibition at our gallery, you move from different approaches leading to different outcomes. baukuh refer to a pragmatism, that we like to improperly define “butterfly effect”. You act very little, but you are everything but modest. A barely perceivable quiver of a wing provokes a cyclone (even though contained and tendentially quantifiable in terms of power) of effects that improve space and, consequently, life in that space. You have a solution and the solution grows and develops inside the belly of the architect.
Keeping on with this unexpectedly astrological style, good for the year just begun, we would say that Gruppo A12 has grown bigger on genuine food and, most of all, on radical architecture. Your language claims the ethical linearity of modernism, utopia is your beacon, but the cynical quadrature of postmodernism was not in vain, therefore the light you follow, still shining, incorruptible and enchanted, tends to shine on a wrong way round world, where progress clashes with the positive and positivistic myth of eternal youth. You let it crash louder, by simply amplifying the noise of the crash. You tend not to get out the speculative dimension. Sometimes architecture seems like a pretext, but then one notices that it is the condition, the foundation stone. You do not have solutions, but we suspect that, even if you had some in your pocket, it would look like ingenuous to you offering it, because that could be nothing but partial, compared to the problems you pose or, better, that history poses and that you round-off upwords.
12/11/1972, the beautiful exhibition that you presented at pinksummer in the 2002, developed from the present to the past and vice versa, in order to show and to demonstrate how a city can be read as a sort of diary, written with the rather objective alphabet of architecture, where all the changes of the society are consciously or not recorded. Focault entered into the language and he inhabited it as one could inhabit a city of bricks and mortar in spite of the systematic rules by George Grassi, analyzed and interpreted by baukuh in their essay Due saggi sull’architettura. In your new project you start from the present and you deduce the future (we would rather use the verb to evoke).
Anyway, seeing butterflies in Genoa is as improbable as coming across Tredicino that runs after the seven-league boot.
What will you present at pinksummer?

B: We present something very easy: a project called “Demolishing Genoa” that proposes the demolition of 1% of the built-up area of a city, that has lost a quarter of its population in the last twenty-five years and that, at the same time, is in a disastrous hydrogeological situation. The work is part of a broader research, titled “Genova meno uno percento” (www.genovamenounopercento.it) that involves other Genoese architecture workshops (Gosplan, OBR, Sp10, Una2) to point out a problem and a possible opportunity, that the city risks to ignore. The project is described through two large drawings that represent the current situation and proposed transformations by using as sample the Bisagno valley. In spite of the intentionally terrifying title, “Demolishing Genoa” suggests a program of very tiny demolitions, small, very cautious “surgical” interventions. This cautious strategy would concur to increase the amount of poriferous grounds, greens areas and public spaces available to the city. The intervention we present are purposely not very showy; the difference between the current situation and the proposed scenario visualized by the two drawings is almost imperceptible. Nevertheless we think that such minor transformations could reactivate some parts of the city and hence promote wider transformations.
In the end, we do not get tired of repeating it: we are realist. If there is something we are not interested in, that is utopia. It is always possible to make happen what we propose, even though perhaps to do that a small change of perspective is needed.

G.A12: Let’s get back to Genoa and focus a general phenomenon that here is particularly sensible: the progressive aging of the population in western society. That is a trend that is going to reach a critical point and we are interested in the possible consequences on the organization of the cities and their spaces. If we look back to the past, in front of such kind changes only avant-garde movements and utopistic thinking have been able to provide enough large-scale visions. However, in their leap towards the future, all the utopic or radical visions have been always based on an healthy man, full of energies and potentiality, mature and effectively productive, endowed with reproductive abilities. What happens instead, if we try to put in the center of our utopia a typical old man? A man, or a woman, older than 65 years, who needs to face a condition of weakness if not illness? And most of all, what does it mean to design a city devoted and purposely built for that kind of people? What we are going to display in our exhibition is a collection of notes for planning a new urbanistic utopia, entirely dedicated to old people.

P: A question for A12, inspired by a very recent article appeared today on Sunday issue of the newspaper Il Sole 24 Ore. The project you are going to present at pinksummer moves from statistics and mathematical probability to read a not-so-bright future. In his article, Carlo Rovelli affirms that “probability is the careful and rational management of our ignorance” and that “the theorem of Bayes supplies a formula for calculating the probability for an event to occur, when I end up knowing something more about it”. Concerning Genoa inhabitants inclination to get older and older, did you by chance find, at least on local scale, any possible alternative to decay, different from seaquake, scarcity, war or epidemy?

G.A12: After quickly surveying on the Internet, we have learnt that the theorem of Bayes find its application in anti-Spam filters and e-mail programs, which means that it is thanks to that theorem that we lose messages of vital importance, without any success in avoiding daily proposals for improbable business from self-styled Central Africa ministers… therefore we do not really trust in that. However in 1999 Nitin Desai, Under-Secretary-General for Economic and Social Affairs of the United Nations, on occasion of the launch of the International Year of Older Persons, asserted: “Longevity is a success. It is something that human beings desired since year zero! The fact that we are achieving it would not be considered a problem. It should be considered conquest.” We add that, since year zero on, open to change and project-oriented, visionary attitude always turned out to be effective strategies in difficult situations.

invitation card photo by Massimo Palazzi

Amy O’Neill

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“I am interested in the Tournament of Roses and specifically its floats for their temporary status as monuments of popular culture because their guise is so ridiculously whimsical in contrast to the propaganda that is transmitted (a very powerful thing).”
This simple sentence by Amy O’Neill on the thematic that inspired her the new project that she will present at pinksummer contains the essential of her work, aimed at discovering the remains of a delirious baroque that in the past was the expression of the popular conception of world and life.
The Tournament of Roses is a flower parade taking place on new year’s day since 1890 in Pasadena Valley, California. Originally, it was organized by the local hunters’ club, a member of which seems to have attended the Flower Battles of the Nice carnival.
Over time the thematic carts, entirely made by flowers, have assumed a strong nationalistic connotation, of an idyllic/commercial sort, with titles as ‘America the Beautiful’ and have been sponsored for advertising purposes by companies such as Kodak, Union Oil Company of California, Panda Express Gourmet Chinese Fast Foods, to mention some.
Briefly stated, reversing Goethe’s thoughts on the Roman carnival, the Tournament of Roses in Pasadena has ceased to be a show the people gives to themselves to become a party offered to the people, for which the people are expected to show gratitude buying and consuming the products that are advertised.
In general the work of Amy O’neil is decidedly unliterary, opposed to the dominant aesthetic of ‘cool’ or sublime; it resembles in art to what is the paradox in logic. O’Neill’s chalets Switzerland, accompanied by a rustic pinewood frame, which we may see for the first time at the Basel Art Fair, are made with the craftsmanship of the manufacturer of souvenirs, are charged with ‘typical’, but it is a ‘typical’ that, colouring the world with strong tones, at the end denies it.
The work of Amy O’Neill, an American who lives and works in Geneva, rotate around the B culture, that is not the fascination of the kitsch itself on the snob intellectual, but is more a philological dissertation on folklore, very effective from a visual standpoint, in case of either drawings or installations, of the folklore of Switzerland or of the vast American province, of ‘no man’s of highways’ and small towns’.
Folklore is for O’ Neill, within her particular investigation on evolution of mores, as a progressive reduction and deformation of the grotesque realism, which – with its monstrous forms, temporary and floating – was showed in the street and represented the authentic expression of the people to exorcise fear.
When the popular culture got loose at the margin of officialdom, in its own islands in space and time, it was opposing with all its disruptive charge to the dominant authority, debasing truths and hierarchies.
Of those carnivals and fairs only the hyperbolic shell of the parody remains, drama and irony vibe only in the representations of O’Neill, while she demonstrates that even searching in the local folklore a dualistic conception of world and life – that of the people – no longer exists and life: it is the economy to split and to become myth and fairy tale for the low income layers, the popular audience.

Alis / Filliol – Check your Totem

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Pinksummer: Let’s start from the title of your show at pinksummer, “Check your Totem”. James Frazer asserts that “the totem it is nothing but a closet, where a man keeps his own life”, some sort of safe for the soul, often secret. It seems, then, that, among not too dogmatic totemic societies (savage? primitive?), one can have as many souls as needed, one for himself, one for the clan and so on, and that souls can even be exchanged. This happens most of the times during the initiation ceremonies concerning death and resurrection, but it can occurs also while hunting, when someone exchanges his soul with his totem’s one.
In his book Totem and Taboo, Sigmund Freud assimilates, or rather compares, totemic societies’ taboos to the ambivalence of the removal process of some neurotic patients.
Actually, while reading your title, we have been thinking a little at Roberto Cuoghi. Would you tell us about that title please?

Alis/Filliol: “Check your totem” is an idiom that became part of slang in U.S.A. in 2010, after the release of the movie “Inception” from which it was taken. That sci-fi film is about a world, where the main characters can enter the dreams of those from whom they mean to embezzle some otherwise unattainable information. Each of them possesses a kind of amulet, called “Totem”; an object endowed with a particularity, known only to the one who carry it with him, that let its owner understand which dream he is in. If he is in his dream or in someone else’s. It is an object that can define in which reality the protagonist is living.
In the American slang, that expression is used in a sarcastic sense, for example, to address a friend spot in a moment of confusion, caused by what surrounds him or her.
Beyond its cinematographic origin, we were surprised by the fact that that idiom has become part of the common language, joining far ancestral references to the contemporary everyday life experience.
Totem itself embeds a variety of lost and present diverse qualities, that seems to escape any attempt of total understanding, as if the origin of the humanity came from the same ideal source, where the totem is a pivoting figure.
More than the attempt to explain its anthropological, psychological or philosophical origin, we are interested in the perception of the physical presence of the totem, its subtracted image.
The illusion as the only possibility of actualizing its substance.

P: You call yourself sculptors. Considering how Ejzenstejn uses sculpture in the movie “October”, Rosalind Krauss claims that sculpture, like every art, and – we would add – more than any other art, it is basically ideological.
What is your attitude towards sculpture in that sense? Also, isn’t an artist duo a paradox for such an absolute and self-accomplished art, projecting images into the three dimensions?
Alis/Filliol: The good thing about a movie featuring a sculpture is that you can look at that sculpture through the eyes of the director. Actually is he who has chosen the sculpture as a subject, especially if that was made purposely for the movie. Shooting just a part of it despite the whole unit, rather than framing the entire sculpture from a given angle, including space and people surrounding it, is a necessarily meaningful choice, totally up to the author.
For us, being sculptors, immanence is fundamental. It is something that film as a medium tends to conceal in favor of the immersive vision of the demiurgic director’s space/dream .
That is the articulation concerning the relationship between body, space and limit. Sculpture is a physical limit that places itself against the motion of a body like an obstacle. The appeal of this limit, of this boundary, is based on the fact that it cannot be described as a line but as a centre. Being a centre, it can be encircled. What mainly distinguishes sculpture as a nucleus, as a centre – and what fascinates us – is its impenetrability. The gaze bounces on the sculpture and goes back to the body, binding it down to the present.
The encounter with the sculpture is not only that one with an alien body, that reflects our unicity through contrast. What can be observed is the paroxysmal solidification happening between two opposite forms of mobility: the still one of the object-sculpture’s dense matter and the hyper-mobile one of the unstable system that has formed it.
Our fellowship is a small social body, formed by two individuals, that needs to be able to become solid, by reasserting and replying itself again and again, just like bigger social bodies do restless.

P: Speaking about totemism and the ideological nature of sculpture, it happens – it happened recently in Syria and Libya – that, as soon as a dictator is dismissed, his effigy is immediately and violently removed from public squares by the people. The cathartic fury with which people put into effect such a “deposition” has always let us think to some sort of apotropaic memory of deicide performed by primitive people. By removing the sculpture, they remove the evil and the suffering that has been transferred to it. Anthropologically, as a matter of fact, sculpture tends to let the borders between physical and mental, material and spiritual, disappear. This happens simply because sculpture, at least when becomes a monument, signifies toward its outside, within a public space and audience? When can one sculpture be defined a monument?

A.F:From our point of view, every sign is an object, like, for example, a word. Before being expressed, every thought is lively linked and confused with the mental life itself. It is like if, instead of enjoying autonomy, it would enjoyed the dependency of the small living chaos, to which it is connected. A pronounced thought is separated from the link, that have been making it “living” (which means an extension of the mind, an ephemeral peninsula), and falls down to the external world, eventually becoming an object. Hence, it is easy to understand that sense of extraneousness we feel about what we have just said, immediately after that has been said. We perceive as illusory the possibility of deeply believing in that. We are tempted to believe that the only depth possible is meeting the other.
The so-called empathetic link, that joins an idea to an original matrix, is the same link, that ties the monument to an ideology and an ideology to that vital matrix itself. It is like if ideology was an extension of thought and it already contained in itself an autonomy will, that will unavoidably fall down into the world of objects. Therefore, the monument, even by showing its will to power, at the same time, claims to absence: the absence of the matrix that has constructed it in the very moment of its construction.
The monument summarizes in itself any a posteriori judgment.
About the ideological nature of sculpture, we wonder if isn’t rather ideology as actual as an object.

P: When we saw Mofo, the solemn and ambivalent sculpture that you presented last Spring at the Basilica di Santa Maria Maggiore in Bergamo, we have thought that it could be informed by the failure of a powerful intimate tension, that pushed towards the monument, blocked by a stronger, external, mean impossibility, coming from an historical-sociological matrix. Mofo has been gotten thicker prematurely within a destiny of perennial liquefaction. After all, Mofo is a monster withholding the evidence of a beauty that eventually became aching. Thinking of your work, but also of Thomas Houseago’s even though different in terms of media and modes, we would say after Goya that nowadays the sleep of politics, or at least of the res publica, produces monsters. What do you think about it?

A.F: We totally agree with your quotation from Goya. That is a recurring sentence among us.
Following your interpretation, we would like to reflect on the literal translation of res publica as “public thing”. It is interesting to notice how republic is by definition a “thing”, an object, first of all. The society as we mean it cannot stop producing objects; which is to reproduce itself. “Res Publica” seems to join two words, that are one the container of the other. It is like if the unit “thing” would be able to collect the multiplicity and hold it in itself by providing it with a body. A corporate monster, that takes us immediately to the famous movie of Carpenter, called, not by chance, “The Thing”.

P: We would define you “inductive sculptors”. Being carving an action performed on a hard matter, which implies the elimination of the superfluous in order to reveal the form , we have always assimilated the carving techniques to the deductive process that proceeds from a general principle to the particular instance. An absolute procedure, that does not allow any possibilities to the matter itself, seen as a mere material cause, physical opacity, prison of the soul, if you like extreme definitions. Vice versa, modeling techniques, performed on soft material, refers to an empirical method that starts from the particular instance to achieve form. Being form the purpose of the matter, the order to which matter tends per se, the sculptor becomes like a medium, a driver. Modeling techniques is related to a demiurgical sensitivity, that adds being where it lacks, and, by doing this, recognizes the dignity of the matter as that one of fleeting emotions. The word emotion has taken us immediately to Medardo Rosso. You made us think a little about sculpture and we feel more obsolete than we usually do. Is lost snow casting just a way to take to the paroxysm the matter’s free will and, in a sense, to play for high stakes at relieving your responsibility as a subject? What does Mofo have in common with your lost snow sculptures? Does Mofo perhaps represent the unconscious irreducibility of the subject/sculptor?

A.F: We would like to define our work by saying where we come from and, most of all, where are we now: into sculpture.
That means to be a little obsessed by it, for example by its history as a medium.
Also, this means that there is a technical knowledge, into which we dive every time we start a new project. It is something about techniques: from modeling to mold making, casting metal, etc. It is a wisdom that has been developed slowly, almost like an independent history. Actually, it could be said that the various civilizations succeeding each other referred to it only to direct its productive purposes.
For us, it is all about experiencing the technique physically, in order to review it within our limits through the visions that we are making up.
If you are into the sculpture then, you cannot see its outside. You just live there, like being inside a building which size is as unknown to you as its exact form. It is like in those thriller movies where point-of-view shot enable us to see through the eyes of the killer, but we not have any idea about how the killer’s/our face look like and we can just guess it. The form is revealed just when shooting perspective changes, in the very moment when you get out and are apart.
In many of our works, it is important such condition of blindness and the consequent disclosure of the form, given by the change of perspective. One observes the object extracted from it mold. And this applies to lost snow casting as well as to Mofo. In both cases, we pour some semiliquid material, wax or polyurethane, into an unstable mold. Later on we excavate the pieces, by unearthing them as they were archaeological findings.
We are interested in the course, in carrying experiences with us, which includes even to find figures. The goal of all our work is the aesthetic, the irreducible monster of the real for that we are seeking step by step, result after result.
Being us two working at the same sculpture, we conceive the bigger ones as a unit made of different parts. Almost a double self portrait.

P:Tell us about Scraper and about your performance works. Did movie
iconography strongly influences your “alien” way of altering body and space?

A.F: Scraper was made in 2011. We carry it out by working in a clay quarry.
The company taking care of clay extraction and bricks production had stopped its activity and the workers were laid off. All was motionless. Scrapers are the machineries used to collect the clay from the quarry. At that time, they looked like some colossi at rest (they are approximately five meters high, four meters wide and thirteen meters long). We decided then to take advantage of that non-activity period to coat one of the scrapers with some clay from the quarry.
It has been an intense work spread through that period. Such a state of suspension allowed us to focus on sculpture as simple modeling practice. We transfigured the volumes of the machine into its formal aberration. The surface was the only aspect about which we tackled each other and the quarry itself was an endless sequence of surfaces.
About our performative activity, we have always considered our physical presence, acting on the matter like some sort of visual interference for an hypothetical audience. In the end, for us the object is what matters and it is important to preserve its autonomy. In the case of Scraper, we have worked to make up an alien element able to inhabit underneath the skin of the landscape and to let its surrounding absorb it without consuming it. Movie iconography is very important for us because it redefines the sense of reality and of space.

P: What are you going to present at pinksummer?

A.Fl: We know that Scraper will be there together with our new sculpture Mofocracy. We are currently considering the possibility of adding one more little sculpture.

The Icelandic Love Corporation – Embody

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Pinksummer: A variety of studies on Icelandic women report how deeply emancipated they are without giving up their femininity in terms of fertility. As a matter of fact, Island has the highest birth rate among western countries, the highest divorce rate, the highest rate of women working out of home.
Besides the per capita income, one of the six highest in the world, and the substantial paganism of Icelandic people that Christian missionaries cannot notch, ethnographic studies took the empowering freedom of Icelandic women back to their Viking ancestors and provided as an example a saying that made us laugh: “The Vikings went abroad and the women ran the show….”.
Speaking about empowerment and feminine crafts, we have read that before adopting the international name The Icelandic Love Corporation you were called Gjörningaklúbburinn, a name that you did not manage to effectively translate in English, a composed word that refers to magic, sorceries, witchcrafts, but also to tailoring, sewing and embroidering circles.
Sewing and embroidery assume some ritual connotations in your work, as if evoking a protected space, a magical circle, which purpose is to let forces that are physical and emotional at the same time emerge. Are you some kind of witches?

The Icelandic Love Corporation: Icelandic women are a lot of fun to be around – at least our friends and most of our relatives (not naming any names). The Sagas tell us of great characters that would use sarcasm, among other things, as weapons in their fight against oppression.
We like to use humor too. So in that sense we can trace this characteristic back to our Viking ancestors. We can thank our tenacious ancestors of all ages for a lot of things.
When we were growing up in the 1980’s our mothers were all members of their own respective sewing circles, that would meet at each others house, every other week or so, and we came to understand that the purpose of these clubs was not only sewing or knitting but friendship and sharing of feelings.
This was an empowering hour of laughter and support and of course some gossiping. One of us remembers sitting in the kitchen and listening to the conversation, when one of them was going through a divorce or one had a very sick child, and also when they were talking about future plans, career, feminism, and doing general problem solving with support from friends.
These clubs could be a channel for everything. Political action, social action, healing, sharing and feeling strong. But still this kind of gathering of people was not highly regarded in society.
The sewing circle is a subordinated social group. The general opinion is that a sewing circle is just some superficial bunch of ladies getting together to chat and make crochet doilies, when this is actually the site of very important decision making.
When we were together in The Icelandic Academy of Arts and Crafts back in 1996, we started collaborating and we felt that it really accelerated the work process. Through discussion the raw ideas manifested more clearly and with more hands practical things became easier.
We decided to name the group Gjörningaklúbburinn, partially in honor of the sewing club, this practice of our ancestors and also as a provocation since sewing circle work is of course not considered to be real artistic work.
But instead of the ‘knit’ or ‘sewing’ prefix we put ‘gjörninga’, which means action or performance but has connotations to ancient magic acts and witchcraft. (What is funny semiotics wise is that the word english word craft, can mean both an activitiy that involves making something in a skillful way by using your hand (but still craft is subordinated to art) and witchery. Crafty people are the ones with magic, they are clever in a deceptive way.
But we do not consider ourselves to be witches. We belief in the power of collaboration and we belief that the witchcraft is probably is hidden there, in the relationships and in the energy between people, the collective consciousness.

P: A slogan from feminist Seventies was: “Tremble! Tremble! Witches are Back.”
In Island though witches never ended up burnt at the stake and were free to keep on weaving all their emotions, included their own lunar sexuality, without fearing any conflict against the logos.
Indeed the Latin word textus derives from the verb to weave, which means that any text can be read as a weft, a textile made from words, while a language in its structure can be seen as a pre-scientific science based on the two basic concepts of semantic, i.e. the meaning and the understanding, and, when the act of seeing is not disconnected from the act of naming, the language can be used in a concrete, not to say incarnated, way.
Some kind of magical-natural thinking is then undertaken, not at all androcentric and definitely more peaceful than any male rationale, that subtends what the Greeks called physis.
Your second solo show at pinkummer is called “Embody” and it is part of an articulated project titled “Think Less – Feel More”. Is that a political plan?

ILC: Do you mean Think Less – Feel More, when you ask if it is political plan? Yes you might see that as a political plan. A statement like this is two edged, counter to its message it does indeed demand thinking.
But in our mind it is still somtimes important to stop counting on the rational thinking we are all praising so much and let the emotional realm rule. Rational thinking has not saved us from tragedy in the world, perhaps more the contrary. It is love, empathy and emotional activity that grounds ethics. So we urge people to feel more, and trust their feelings and listen to their hearts.
It is true that in medieval time only three women were burnt at the stake for witchcraft or heresy in Iceland, as opposed to 19 men, between 1500 -1700. (History tells of incidents in Scandinavia, were witches were put to fire in groups.) On the other hand 18 women were drowned for becoming pregnant out of wedlock in Iceland (the last one in 1749). So the statement that they were free in their sexuality back then, is ambigous.
The subject / object mystery is on-going. A material and its nature and physis can evoke complicated emotional activity. For Embody we have created material sculptures that are deriving from performance.
That is what the title of our show refers to. The sculptures or objects are an embodiment of a performance, which is kind of strange since performance usually involves the body, but we want to stress that even though a performance involves a body it is nonetheless mostly a subjective or spiritual thing.
So these objects that we are presenting at pinksummer have gone through the mill of thought and then been presented as action or moments of abstract (or not so abstract) feeling, the performance, which then has become something material. So it is incarnated performance.
When we started working togethere our works were mostly performance but soon we began working with objects and all kinds of other medium as well. We belief that all of our works can be seen to have roots in performance.
Like most sculpture, our three-dimensional work is created in relation to the form of the human body and its proportions, but our works additionally play on the borders between sculpture, object, prop, costume, body. In order for our sculpture to work, one must approach them through the form and subjectiveness of a human body. In this way we find it interesting to investigate the connection between material and emotion.
And now we even suspect that material itself can ignite emotion between itself, building on the experience created in performance. Wich blurs even further the distinction between material objects and performance.
One of the works in the exhibition is a giant weaving of nylon pantyhose which in its colorful and mulitlayered character has spiritual or shamanistic qualities, although it is quite geometrical in its construct. Just like language. Even though it is a structural thing, with its rules and grammar, it has magical qualities.

P: In the movie La Ciociara, directed by Vittorio De Sica in 1960 after the homonymous novel by Alberto Moravia, there is a very tragic scene showing Cesira, played by Sofia Loren, slapping her thirteen years old daughter Rosette’s face, who gave herself to the truck driver Florindo for some pantyhose.
The little girl was already raped together with her mother by a group of north African soldiers, who tracked them down in a ruined church, while the two women were on their way back to Rome after evacuating the city to escape World War 2 bombings. Pantyhose get an emblematic value in this movie, marking the traumatic passage of a woman from her childhood to her adulthood.
It seems that for the women who lived beyond the iron curtain, pantyhose embodied the dream of the wealthy Western lifestyle, and, until not much time ago, Eastern European girls were seen wearing pantyhose in the middle of summery sultriness too as emblems of their eventually acquired wealthy condition.
Wikipedia reports that although pantyhose are considered socks, they are not exactly such and even that in the western world they are a feminine article, but that the situation could suddenly change, as actually designers have begun to insert them in male fashion shows and the producers have begun to propose them in Europe also for males just responding to the increasing request.
Perhaps we already touched that topic in our last press release, but we would like to go back to the pantyhose theme because that seems to be a favorite and recurring material in your work.

ILC: We have a long-term relationship with nylon. We have used nylon pantyhose for a variety of purpose. As pantyhose, but also to make paintings, sculpture and installation. They can be used in a surprisingly diverse way.
From early childhood most females of the western world have an experience with this material in some special way. It is like you say, still mostly in the female realm, but with contemporary cross transmission between all types of gender and identity it has become more attractive to all different kinds of people.
In Iceland we recognize the same slut-shaming concept that you describe in the reference to the Vittorio de Sica film, because English and American soldiers who occupied Iceland (then a colony of Denmark) during World War II, gave local women and girls nylon pantyhose in exchange for sexual favors.
Why did these guys have this in their possession? Was this an act of war and an imperialist move? To equip all soldiers with a few pairs of nylon stockings? Or did they individually pack them, just in case? This is an interesting research topic.
Nylon and specifically nylon pantyhose are very interesting objects in such, as they raise diverse emotional reaction. The material nylon is a total showstopper in the realm of materials. The nylon stockings were marketed in 1939 and immediately became immensely popular. Nylon was first produced by DuPont in 1935 and has this intricate convoluted relationship to war, the victory of capitalism and western thought in general.
It is quite a divine invention per se. Made from raw crude oil, it is the replica of silkworm thread previously used to make very expensive stockings, but stronger and thinner, and as such a symbol of how technology strives in replicating natures own creation, usually in a very clumsy way, but with nylon it is actually an improvement! Nylon is a multi faceted material.
Super strong and super flexible, and thus ideal and very attractive in character. But if there is a small fracture it all comes apart… (like sometimes happens in society or life in general). So we have ambivalent feelings towards the nylon. Synthetic has stigma. Obviously, it represents all that is destroying the planet. Out of control industrialisation, consumerism and single-use culture.
But the nylon stockings that we have been using for several years have very little commercial value, we get them from a factory in Finland (the last factory in Scandinavia to manufacture nylon stockings) and they are mostly stuff that they would bring to the recycling bin anyway. The run off of the factory. So this also turns around this value matter.
We are working with materials that do not have value but still resemble objects of value and objects of dominance, dominance over nature, the female body, the female soul. But we still love the nylon pantyhose. They are a great gift to mankind and all people who like to wear them.

P: Would you please tell us about your exhibition at pinksummer and the performance you are going to present during the opening at White Hole Space caviar?

ILC: We will be showing a video documentation of our performance piece Think Less – Feel More, and objects that embody this performance and its spirit.
Think Less – Feel More, presents the multi – layered interplay of different symbols and myths, which might look abstract at first glance, but are in fact familiar images that we recognize from our collective culture.
The work raises questions on power structures, control, chaos, abundance, activity and passivity, which emphasize the invisible rules and systems in our society. 21 performers, actors, musicians, dancers and an architect, took part in the show which lasted approximately 51 minutes and was performed twelve times at The National Gallery of Iceland.
Only 40 guests were allowed each session and they were all required to wear black clothes.
During the process after we did the performance and started focusing on the sculptural element, these objects that we will be showing at pinksummer, have obviously taken on their own form and gradually withdrawn from the performance they have their origin in. This is the natural process of all entities. So it will be very interesting to see them realized in the gallery space.
Our whole body of work is connected. One thing spawns another and a new thing can cast a deeper light on what was going on in the previous stuff. So it is a web as opposed to a chronological progression.
These new works are made with similar materials as we have been using, natural things juxtaposed with synthetic materials. All quite familiar stuff, but presented in a new and unexpected manner.
Thus we connect with surrealist legacy by creating something new from familiar things.
We are three people working together and we depend very much on intuition and flow.
The ideas flow between us and the milieu, and we connect with them and none of us has a totally clear and rational concept of what it all means. It is a flow.
But it still has to make sense, but hopefully not only rational sense.
Through aesthetic approach we hope to carve out a deeper and extended understanding of human existence.
We still don’t know exactly what we will be doing for our performance at White Hole.
It will have something to do with proximity and intimacy and will probably involve disco music.

Amy O’Neill – Dura Mater

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Pinksummer: “Dura-mater” is the title you gave to your second solo show at pinksummer. The Dura-mater (thick mother) is, together with the pia mater and the arachnoid mater, one of the three meningeal layers protecting the brain and the spinal cord. The Dura-mater, the most external of the three membranes, is some sort of tenacious and elastic ash/silver colored casing, that physically protects the spinal cord until the end of the sacral spine and, up in the cockpit of the nervous system, divides the right hemisphere of the brain from the left one through an extension called falx cerebri (brain sickle).
The name Dura-mater, indicating the most superficial meninx, takes back to Stephen of Antioch, who in 12th century integrally translated from Arabic to Latin the masterpiece of 10th century Islamic medicine, written by the Persian physiologist and psychologist Haly Abbas, a devout Muslim. The work originally titled “Kitab al-Maliki” became “Liber Regalis” in Latin because of its author dedication to the emir of that time (in Italian “Libro completo dell’arte medica”, in English “Royal Book of the Medical Art”). Stephen of Antioch named that thick meninx Dura-mater, for its function of connecting tissues, that can be assimilated to family bonds such as mother and son or daughter.
Essentially focused on memory, your work has the function to connect the tissues of great History to those of microhistory, regarding individuals and families. In so far, History looks like some kind of straight line formed by an infinite sequence of points, depending on each other and in turn limitlessly fragmentable. Your sensibility for time seems to recall the Deleuzian concept of Aion, coming from the classic pagan world, namely the stoic cosmogonic theory, and essentially different from the merely quantitative idea of Kronos. While Kronos is the time of our everyday life, a gap between past and future, Aion is some kind of past/future, where present is some kind of infinitesimal and therefore impossible limit. According to Aion’s time perspective, present is elusive, you can find it in what is gone or in what has yet to come, present is always somehow avoided. History appears like a single event that differs in every point, that does not stop splitting and multiplying itself, some sort of weird and a little morbid eternity.
In a text titled “Memory and displacement in the work of Amy Or’ Neill”, Bob Nikas wrote “Histories, like values, to are handed down from one generation to the next, and we inherit the fears and foibles of our parents and grandparents, as they too were handed down to them. History, as we’ve like to see, has to habit of repeating itself”.
We would like to ask you what did your parents and grandparents, and maybe Ronald Reagan too, the president with whom you grew up (we are joking a bit), inoculate you with in order to change your exquisitely optimistic attitude of Yankee origin. An attitude that of course belongs to you, but in form of a rind, a thick membrane, to peel off like that of a fruit that has ripen too much inside the basket in the kitchen and reveals the theatre of absence, dissolution, dystopia, a “ruin on the contrary”, to enter Robert Smithson’s dimension of irreversible entropy. Why that title?

Amy O’Neill : Combining the functional and the symbolic is a core operating principal for processing most of my artwork. This is partially a result of the influences from the area where I grew up in Western Pennsylvania; that has a rich tradition of mixing seemingly different histories. For example, the high school where my father attended has the face of John F. Kennedy grafted onto the schools mascot, Indian Chief Monacatootha, in homage to the assassinated president. Collating middle-American stories and creating a landscape where memories unfold is a form of experimentation I take great pleasure in. Not unlike Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s character Victor Frankenstein in her novel “Frankenstein” or “The Modern Prometheus” .
Furthermore, I have an affinity with Shelley’s positions as a proponent of the Enlightenment idea that society could evolve if political leaders utilized their powers responsibly; however, she also believed the Romantic ideal that misused power could devastate humanity.
Finally another functioning definition of Dura mater is that it surrounds and supports the dural sinuses that carries the blood from the brain to the heart. An apt metaphor for our complex and poetic positions as human beings.

P: Speaking about Islam, Reagan and History, meant as a single fact constituted by thousands of smaller and bigger events, mutually connected and able to infinitely fragment themselves down to individual and collective scale, we are in a moment of time in which Europe is dealing the best she can with a Biblical exodus, a moment in which some people erect abstract and actual borders made from barbed wire as if it was reasonable to hide themselves behind their mother dress. In a recent article Zygmut Baumann defined the refugees “walking dystopias”, dystopias that by walking wake up ancestral fears. This remind us of 1978 Romero’s movie “Zombie (Dawn of the Dead)”, in which he imagined United States invaded by living dead men who turned the alive ones into survivors while society was sinking into chaos. Well, considering all this, it came to our mind the “Iran – Contras Gate” affair: between 1985 and 1986, at the time of Iran/Iraq war, some high rank military officers of Reagan government (who later on enjoyed the immediate amnesty granted by George Bush Senior), were involved in a powerful scandal, generated when the article of a Libanese newspaper revealed that they were furnishing weapons to both Iran, in the beginning indirectly than directly, and Saddam Hussein. With the massive financial income coming from the double weapon supply provided to the two countries members of Opec, United States financed guerrilla and terrorism actions in Nicaragua, as the “cowboy” president did not look kindly upon Sandinista government, because, even though it was legally elected, it sympathized with communism. In the Iran/Iraq war one million of human beings lost their life, in Central America there have been approximately 30,000 dead.
And today we wonder how can Martin Dempsey, joint Chiefs of Staff, the highest military charge in the United States, conclude an interview about the masses of refugees arriving in Europe, by asserting with unhistorical innocence: “I do not know where all this is going to end up. And when I cannot predict the future I should start worrying. Stability and peace in the continent are at stake”.
We have always interpreted your work as a sandbox “a grave in which children play gladly”, to quote Smithson once again, where the grains of History mingle to those of stories, the grains of high culture mingle with the “vernacular” of the endless and deepest North American periphery. We have always interpreted your work as an engaged and antimilitarist kind, your entire research as such, but we are now thinking in particular at your blasphemous an unpatriotic reworking of Brit-American “Victory Gardens” of WW2. The “Arab spring”, withered before blooming without even considering the motives, has turned our neighbors into “Walking dystopias”. Aren’t they “The Monument of The Passaic”, ruins of what is still to come, abandoned futures, bottomless utopias?

A.O’N .: These are ideas inspired by geological time versus mental space, a mismatch between the ageless and the temporal. For example in the new drawings, images of postal stamps from the 1940’s and the 1960’s, are collaged onto images of my grandfather’s and father’s war histories and appear to be at cross purposes. But in fact for me are more about storytelling rather than heavy psychological realism.

P: In 1973, during an interview with Alison Sky made two months before his death, Robert Smithson said about entropy: “O.K. we’ll begin with entropy. That’s the subject that’s preoccupied me for Time loads. On the whole they would say entropy contradicts the usual notion of the mechanistic world view. In other words it’s the condition that’s irreversible, it’s condition that’s moving towards the gradual equilibrium and it’s suggested in many ways. Perhaps the nice succinct definition of entropy would be Humpty Dumpty. Like Humpty Dumpty sat on to wall, Humpty Dumpty had the great fall, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty back together again. There is the tendency to treat closed systems in such a way. One might even say that the current Watergate situation is an example of entropy. You have the closed system which eventually deteriorates and starts to break apart and there’s no way that you can really piece it back together again. Another example might be the shattering of Marcel Duchamp Glass, and his attempt to put all the pieces back together again attempting to overcome entropy. Buckminister Fuller also has to notion of entropy as the kind of devil that he must fight against and recycle”.
Your work has subsumed the perspective of accelerated and irreversible dissolution in which the future seems to lie forgotten and obsolete in unhistoricized places with no quality, subverting every principle of chance and any chronological sequence and semantic organization, they are ruins per se with the processual structure of an emptied ritual. In the nonsites it is impossible to contemplate the notion of for, or to grasp the present. Would you tell us about your obsession for the mise-en-scènes and how do carnivals, zoo, thematic parks, festivities, celebrations, parades and of temporary monuments or anti-monuments inform them?

A.O’N.: In 1967, the artist Adrian Piper wrote: “Only the intuitive is truly unlimited. I see all art as basically an intuitive process, regardless of how obliquely it has been dealt with in the past.” So in agreement with that idea, these “obsessions” or as I like to think of them, intuitions spring from my first exposure to “mise-en-scènes” as a child.

P: What will you present at pinksummer?

A.O’N.: On the walls will be two new series of drawings and prints based on my father’s and grandfather’s war experiences. All executed in 2015. The first grouping titled, “Metered Mail” is series of lithograph prints and drawings inspired by a cartoon postcard booklet sent from my grandfather to my grandmother while he was in basic training during WW2, and was saved by my grandmother for more than 60 years. The images are chosen, cropped and pasted with stamps from that era based on memories I have of interactions with my grandparents and stories told to me about my grandfather’s bravery and resilience as a POW. He personally never talked about the war or time spent on a work farm after he was captured in 1944.
For “Vietnam or the American War” series of drawings, I was fortunate to be given photographs by my father that he took while over in Vietnam and back on leave in the United States circa 1969. This group also incorporates postage stamps issued from the same year as the photos were taken but are much more intuitive in the juxtapositions as there was little reference or public support for Vietnam during that “conflict”. I chose to draw most of the images in both series with the markings of “metered” or processed mail because all date from the years 1943 or 1969 and the curvy lines of US postal marks aptly represent my idea of memory waves. (except for the drawing Telegraph which has its’ own inherent transmitting system).
On the floor will be Deconstructing 13 Stripes and a Rectangle #8, a sculpture designed and sewn referencing the geometry of the United States Flag. Inspired by the idea of Victory Gardens, planted at private residences and public parks in the United States, during World War 2. The sculpture’s construction is recycled potato (bread of life) sacks filled with sand.
And finally installed above the drawings and suspended off the walls into the space is a series of mud flaps made from recycled tire rubber. These Mud-flaps, have been embossed with the pattern of cracked mud. Acting as surrogate flags, this series continues my interests in depicting fossilized states hovering in time and space

Addio Africa – Invernomuto

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Pinnksummer: Who the hell are Dracula Lewis and Palm Wine and what do they have to do with Simone Bertuzzi and Simone Trabucchi and most of all with Invernomuto? Are they “alias” which use is limited to some specific roles? We are interested in clarifying the role of Dracula Lewis and Palm Wine regarding Invernomuto: visual art collecting practice is mistrustful in front of multiple authors creativity and its products, let alone when some alias with comics-like names jump out of a collective, which name recalls an entity from a novel that became the Cyberpunk “manifesto”, with its intolerance pushed to the limits, typical of any artificial intelligence, beginning from any poor soulless golem.

Invernomuto: Invernomuto has always moved on the edge of disciplines: visual arts, experimental cinema and music. Collecting practice is mistrustful, true, but it is also true that this is an Italian problem. Invernomuto aims to create a landscape of objects, sounds and environments; there, on the line of the horizon, it places research elements, works, that part and might be apt to be channeled in the market. That is a natural process, for us, but it is nothing new if one observes other Italian situations.
Palm Wine and Dracula Lewis (respectively SB and ST) are parallel projects sounding some musical worlds, independent but analogous in respect of the Invernomuto art research. As a matter of fact, it may be funny to know that until a couple of years ago they did not even appear in our bio. Kim Nguyen, director of Artspeak in Vancouver, where we had a solo show in the beginning of 2015, for the first time included PW and DL in the bottom part of a short bio attached to the press release; and she did it spontaneously.
Also, we often forget what is the effective purpose of a moniker (or alias), no matter if the one of a collective or of an individual. Its effect is hiding the ego in favor of a wider, different vision, often moving along a line tangential to the real, but that just within the real finds its effectiveness. A moniker is not an avatar, a moniker can leave a sign and open wide thousands of meaningful doors pertaining to codified worlds or going through a codifying phase, but, unlike the avatar, it lives in reality. Therefore a collective name is first of all an evocation, the creation of worlds that for us are not distinguished from here.
Alias, or moniker, derive of course from the subcultural heritage in which we have grown up. We became allergic to the words inverno' (winter) andmuto’ (dumb), for some reasons, many times we have thought at shaking them off. But, after all, why?

P: The fake, around which your poetics is formed, it is a condition intrinsic to landscape, meant as a synonym of the ancient physis, or is it an element whose introduction is necessary in order to elude, as if it was some sort of clothing, the substantially inhuman and dangerous quality of the truth? Maybe it was Nietzsche who asserted that one must stop bravely at the surface, “to Mount Olympus of appearance” and to enjoy its forms, the sounds, the words…. Is fake the aesthetic assumption of nature or a peculiar way to bring History up-to-date, by entering a fictional gate, like one can do in a live action role-playing game?

I: “It has never been so real!” So declaimed a banner of Seconda Foundazione, an Italian LARP group that we have involved in our project Village Oblivia in 2009. The idea of gate, magic circle, a `within’ more real than reality obsesses us since a long time.
It is a matter of surfaces: the attractive softness of camping pad foam, a foam used for the weapons of live action role players, or the one of Morositas licorice. We use materials (or non-materials such as the green slimer) as indications of an imaginary and an historical moment. And among the materials we include also the impasto of video and sound, mold in a different way according to the kind of story we mean to tell.
The fake is the moment of collapse in between the find and its updated imaginative translation. It is undoubtedly a way of looking at history, that is nothing but sedimented layers of narrations. When objects succeed in smashing these levels, for sure they stimulate our curiosity.

P: Is defining yourselves layout designer a little like calling you post-modern and supporters of the “weak thought” that moves from the proclamation of the death of God, or do you simply believe that since ever the human invention, any kind of invention, cannot help starting from a layouting action, as if, when inventing an animal that does not exist, such as the centaur, one should start always from two existing beings, like the horse and the man, and put them together through an action that you can just call layouting?

IM: Layouting can be an alchemical action, same as mixing or juxtaposing. Not necessarely when mixing two sources you will obtain the sum of the two, on the contrary, most of the times new unpredictable forms are created. Layouting is definitely a creative act, if the attitude of the layout designer is synchretic and experimental. Layouting is for us one of the best ways to generate worlds; or to spontaneously lose control within already existing worlds.

P: And how to approach language and correspondence with the real, by considering that, on the hills between Parma and Piacenza, the word negus, originary referred to the king Halie Selassié I, eventually turned into a synonymous of layabout and slacker, while elsewhere, among Rastafarian people of Jamaica and of the world, the same king Haile Selassié, is negus neghesi, the king of the kings, the ras tafari, the noble Ethiop, the chosen by God, the light of the world, the Messiah, so that Bob Marley reacting to the impossibility of his death composed “Jah Live”. We consider the fact that Saddam Hussein too and Mu’ Ammar Gheddafi, even though their stories are laic and more secular than the one of Halie Selassié I and apparently nor Salomon King, nor queen of Saba or any Islamic equivalent of same bloodline are among their ancestors, however in some remote and faraway place, among their people for example, they could not have been the scoundrel, they have made us to believe they were. On the other hand, by rummaging inside fascist propaganda, looking at your work “Topolino in Abyssinia”, presented at Triennale in the exhibition “Anabasis Articulata” curated by Paola Nicolin, we discovered that the tender and democratic Mickey Mouse, at the time of fascism was a really bastard camicia nera armed to the teeth, with asphyxiating gas in his canteen too, eager of killing for his homeland and family.

I: Negus is pivoting on the figure of the last Emperor of Ethiopia. Without him the architecture of the project would collapse. There is the carnivalesque Negus, enemy of the fascism, set afire in the square of Vernasca; there is the King of the Kings, monarch of Ethiopia, crowned in 1930 with a monument formed by a three-pointed star (Mercedes Benz logo); there is the Black Messiah, the second incarnation of Jesus, according to Rastafarian believers; there is an icon, free traveling and spreading around through cover slips, video clips, cigars, stamps and rasta iconography in general; and finally there is Lee “Scratch” Perry, the demiurge inventor dub music, who has a very personal and syncrethic version Ras Tafari, the one who maybe represents a possible robotic reincarnation of Selassie – and who, in Negus, purifies the square of Vernasca, with an odd ritual of ice and fire.
We are interested in showing the unusual and contradictory sides of a known symbol or history. Or, on the contrary, to contradict the stereotypes by using hidden iconographies: in “RAS” that we present at pinksummer for the first time, an element of popular construction industry from the years of Italian economic boom (technically a roof tile) becomes some sort of Egyptian funeral mask; the work is a copy of the original roof tile, made from resin, coated with licorice and old heap.

P: “I’m gonna put up an iron shirt, and chase satan out of the earth / I’m gonna put up an iron shirt, and the chase devil out of the earth / I’m gonna send him to out of space, to find an other race / I’m gonna send him to out of space, to find an other race” raves Lee Scratch Perry in “Devil Disc”, like in an exorcism ritual. And an exorcism ritual appears also Lee Perry reenactment of the old pro-colonial bonfire on the square of Vernasca, where the effigy of negus was burnt on the occasion of the repatriation of a local soldier wounded during the combats of Abyssinia.
An outbreak of energy and of beauty too in “Negus”, the legend of reggae in the village, under your obstinate direction, following your will his way, as if that was a pencil that from the margin moved to the center, back to the margin again, a margin that, for wizardry or exorcism by Lee “Scratch Perry”, does no longer feels like margin, but becomes center itself. Vernasca is not only a pretext, it is center. Somehow you have put into effect a space-time distortion, as if you meant to prevent a wrong event happening, as if correcting a misunderstanding. It is like telling us that margin and peripheries do not exist per se, we should invent them, just like colonies, whatever it takes. It seems that between 1935 and 1941, Italy was extraordinary united, more than when it won the soccer world cup in 1982 and in 2006: they tell that Benedetto Croce too, even though he did not sympathize with fascism, let himself go to his country colonial exotism that eventually pervaded him a little bit…

I: History is rich of inventions. Mussolini’s Africa used to look like idyllic and pure to Italy; with a few connections with the truth of battlefields; it was an authentic invention, aiming to satisfy some specific palates, alas the most discerning palates, sometimes. The point is that there are some unsolved questions, that still have consequences nowadays. That is what we run after in the movie Malù – The Stereotype of Black Venus in Italy, concerning the representation of the black feminine body in Italy.
There is a Italian naturalized Sirian author we love very much, whose work we borrowed for the exhibition Anabasis Articulata (Triennale of Milan, 2014, curated by Paola Nicolin): Alessandro Spina. Spina wrote a few novels and short stories, all set in Italian colonies of Libya and full of almost theatrical elements, that well depict an idea of imaginary alterity.
We love minor stories. We like to use them, to rehash and to set them in a new context without any nostalgia. We speak live and we use materials from the past, the present and the future. Negus is a centrifuge of places, cults (archaic, but most of all untouched) and biographies, in this sense Perry is a good amulet. And he is very entertaining.

P: Please, tell us about your first solo show at pinksummer “Africa Addio”, about the image you have chosen for the invitation card. What are you going to present?

I: We are going to present a peculiar and very personal mythology of emperors and kings.
The scene is occupied by a huge inflatable gorilla (Super Ape) that inflates and deflates cyclically; Lee “Scratch” Perry in 1975 recorded “Super Ape”, considered one of the first – if not the first – dub album in history. This year is its twentieth anniversary and, to celebrate its issue, Perry has just ended a tour in the United States. The big ape on display has been on all the stages of the tour and was produced through a crowd-funding campaign to which we contributed substantially; now we are the owners of the ape; and it will travel with us.
Importé d’Italie instead is composed by a series of four silk screened iridescent fabric banners. The illustrations and the decorative elements derive from a collection of Sicilian orange wrapping papers; each of them represents a black face, a Moor King and features the French writing “Importé d’Italie”. The original wrapping papers are visible in the collage of the series “King Moro”, where we applied to every face a crown made from golden leaf – and in “Mooretto”, a mobile wooden module with a LED scrolling sign, which texture (the classic red bricks wall) is drawn from the backdrop pictured on the same wrapping papers.
Africa Addio – that gives the title to the exhibition – is a print on fabric featuring an end-of-Sixties postcard showing a float of Viareggio Carnival, the same one used for the invitation. The title it of the float is, curiously, the same one of a movie directed in 1966 by Gualtiero Jacopetti and Franco Prosperi, a classic of Mondo movies. The float is very complicated, rich of details, among which stands out a board with the writing “go back to your village”. The flag is made with a tricolor ribbon.
Bones, Atlanta is a portrait of the last King of this exhibition dynasty. Bones is a dancer that we met in the airport of Atlanta, where he works, during some hour of stopover. We asked him to improvise in front of the camera during a pause.

4.3.3 – Koo Jeong A

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We really liked a recent article on Koo Jeong A published on the “The Guardian” by Hannah Ellis-Petersen concerning her skate park project “Wheels Park” for Everton Park in Liverpool. The journalist tells that when she contacted Koo Jeong A for an interview, the artist agreed, but she did not want to be recorded suggesting the presence of a stenographer. Therefore the journalist, before meeting her in a bar of Kensington together with Mary, a typist equipped with a small portable typewriter, had imagined she was going to meet with a diva artist, full of pretensions. On the contrary, she ended up facing the opposite: an extremely polite, kindly-mannered woman, who immediately apologized for her weird request by saying: “I am not educated to talk about myself because Asians more or less just listen. It is a different attitude. It is a bit different now, but we are still very valued as ourselves on internal values, not to promote yourself”.
The anecdote taken from the British daily paper seems to us representative of Koo Jeong A personality, kind and determined at the same time for what concerns the choices and, not necessarely, the motivations, of a work that today looks more like a means than a goal, revealing an attitude that takes back to what in the Eastern as well in the Western culture was called bios theoretikos, the contemplative life, which always implies a path to walk and a transformation.
Novices at Pythagorean school should not talk and listen, considering the most difficult things to learn, moreover the teacher spoke hidden behind a curtain in order to separate the knowledge from the person who communicated it. Music listening had the function to purify the adepts. Aware of the risk of exaggerating, we would say that by getting familiar with Koo Jeong A’s work one can get the impression of dealing with something vaguely hieratic and oracular, or however with some sort of lost word to which we are no longer used. Again in the same article mentioned in beginning, Koo Jeong A asserts “I consider the work as something like dressing the deceased in brightness.
It is a kind of idea from my native country where when people die they dress the corpse, but we dress the deceased in brightness, not like a corpse” A phrase that in some way let us think at the founding concept of Piero Manzoni’s “Merda d’ Artista”, according to which the artwork was considered, to put it simple, a consumed gesture, such as the excremental and worthless part of an exhausted process.
To Koo Jeong A the work does not seem like a consumed gesture, but rather something that should be recomposed always and again in order to undertake a different path, that we do not imagine being of exclusively passive and exegetical nature. The theme of the unpredictable subtended by Koo Jeong A work, focused by Federico Nicolao in his essay published in the catalog “Constellation Congress” on occasion of Koo Jeong A solo show at DIA Foundation in New York in 2010, is, we guess, the expectable and natural accident of any travel, programmed in its subtle and astral details.
“4.3.3” is the title it of Koo Jeong A’s third solo show at pinksummer and also the title of a work that will be on display there “4.3.3, a 3D printed boat with a path”. The artist has told us in an e-mail, that the white “cargo” is the representation of one of her project that has not yet being carried out: “I would like to transform an oil tanker into to cultural destination, seemingly the weakening OPEC replaced by cultural event…”.
According to Lao Tzu the magic of living lies in directing the action towards the non-action. The action through non-action or moving non-action, meaning basically to swim along with the current, to take advantage of occurring events. According to Abbot Constant (Levi), magical alchemical operations are the exercise of a natural power of human will. Magic can also be seen as a creative reinvention of culture.
Koo Jeong A uncontaminated cargo looks like some sort of sympathetic and propitiatory magic, pivoting on the word culture related to the idea of knowledge.
In the same email on “4.3.3” Koo Jeong A continued the explanation of her work by citing some lines from Roy Wagner’s “The Invention of Culture”, in which the anthropologist speaks about “reverse anthropology” in relation to the syncretic and millenaristic cult of cargo traffic. Cargo cult appeared in Melanesian tribal societies after their encounter with the western populations, namely after World War 2, when the aboriginal tribes were exposed to Japanese and American ships and airplanes transporting a large amount of goods in order to supply their military bases. At the end of the war, the military bases were closed down and the supplying stopped. It was then that, in order to attract those not hunted nor farmed commodities, native populations started to roughly reproduce landing fields, airplanes, radios, and to mimic soldiers behavior to propitiate the advent of new cargo, destined now to their own redemption.
Roy Wagner asserts: “The symbol of ‘cargo’ quite as much as that of ‘culture’, draws its force and its meaning from its ambiguities: it is simultaneously the enigmatic and tantalizing phenomenon of Western material goods and their profound implication for the native mind.” As a matter of fact, to the native “cargo” (kago) means commodities, and in so far those can be considered culture, because anthropology, the “culture cult”, in order to turn tribal populations into ethnography, vivisect them by reducing populations to their products and their production techniques, to their cargo, and just throws away people by doing so.
For Melanesians thought, our cargo is never just commodities, material wealth, but it is somehow related to the quality of life, the moral implications of human relationships and, in so far as, cargo can be considered antithetic to Western elitist and sterile etymology of culture, incapable of creating knowledge and nourishing us spiritually by elevating us up to a superior level, eventually redeeming our society from war and the chronic diseases, such as its depression.
Koo Jeong A wrote us, even to stop our baroque attempt to interpret numbers “4.3.3”, that for her, same as, we add, for Taoist cosmology, the sequence of numbers from 0 to 9 encloses the representation of the world, the manifestation of being and esseity.
In Chinese numerology even numbers are yin while odd numbers are yang. Yin and yang as even and odd numbers, female and masculine, negative and positive are opposite and complementary and they generate the flow of energy and hence life.
We are not trained to turn numbers into things, but we suppose that Koo Jeong A “numerical” exhibition is an invitation to let us undergo the bipolar and cyclical intelligence of the world, by exceeding the limits of both totally uncritical and materialistic thinking, that limit any spiritual development.
Pythagoreans too attributed numbers to things and a geometric symbol to each number. Numbers and their logoi or relationships were fundamental for those wise men to let discord among people cease and establish harmony.
Lao Tzu wrote in Tao Te Ching: “A wheel is made of 30 tangible beams, but it turns because of its non-tangible empty hub. Vases are made from tangible clay, but what matters is their hollow non tangible inside. The essential thing of a house are the non-tangible holes making up doors and windows. The effectiveness, the result, they come from non-tangible elements”.
Finally, what we do know about the show “4.3.3”, is that a 15 items cargo has left London for Genoa.

Ultraterra – Alis / Filliol

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Press-release

Titled “Ultraterra”, Alis/Fillol’s second solo show at pinksummer could be interpreted as a slight variation operated by the artists on themselves, or, according to what they declared during a conversation, it is like if their position was shifted two degrees on the protractor of sculpture, in order to let its body evaporate by generating an environmental sculptural installation.
There is a narrative moving from a head modeled in plaster by A/F some years ago, that, according to their own peculiar attitude of conceiving sculpture as a series of experiences if not totally unpredicted, at least not completely predicted, was later filled up with polyurethane until it burst. They decided then to replicate the exploded head in a single material, therefore they made up a negative, composed by two valves, and from the mold the head deformed by polyurethane was cast in plaster. From that day until now, the head’s mold have been lying still and quite somewhere in the studio, as silent as sculpture more than any other art form can be, especially if figurative. Only sometimes A/F threw questioning glances on it, as if they were asking themselves whether the trajectory of that work ended there or it could have taken them elsewhere. Eventually their second solo show at pinksummer came and the two molds of plaster exploded head was resurrected to end up in a work on deformation, transformation and maybe also transfiguration, from a certain point of view. Indeed “Ultraterra” enacts a double inversion : on one hand there is the transition from form to two-dimensional shapes, on the other hand it seems that the artists meant to dislocate the sculpture all around the body of the visitor. What A/F present is a bodiless sculpture, in which a powerful sculptural obsession for volume endures. Such an obsession for form, far from being a latent remainder of linguistic nature, seems rather the factor, or more properly the emotional modulator, that transforms the nonhuman space of sculpture into the temporal expansion of a landscape that has no mass.
In “Passages” Rosalind Krauss writes how Constructivist and Futurist sculpture allowed theatre transforming them: “the sculpture I have just been talking about is predicated on the feeling that what sculpture was is insufficient because founded on an idealist myth. And in trying to find out what sculpture is, or what it can be, it has used theater and its relation to the context of the viewer as a tool to destroy, to investigate, and to reconstruct.” We could imagine that A/F always, but especially in “Ultraterra”, let film and cinematography invade/fertilize their playground, while dealing with the body of the sculpture and the viewer himself : the more a film is captivating, the more one forgets about his/her body and goes beyond bodily immanence by entering an out-of-body dimension. “Ultraterra”’s vivid and immersive landscape emphasizes the passion for plastic aspects of sculpture by staring straight into the void. We think at Rust Cohle saying in “True Detective”: “In this universe we manage time in a linear fashion, looking ahead. But outside our space-time, from a perspective that would be four-dimensional, time would not exist. And from that position, if we could be there, we would see our space-time flattened down, like a single sculpture made from the superimposition of every place that it has occupied. Our life cyclically returns like we were driving karts in a circuit. Everything outside our dimension is eternity, eternity observes us from above. Well, for us is a sphere, for them it is a circle”.
Escaping any medium specific working habit is not just a formal reason to A/F, as that means also sharing a particular climate, a Zeitgeist, found in films, in tv series, in music, some sort of sensibility that rises from the truth of things and draws paths that seem to lead to the invisibile. In such simulacra haunted by the invisibile, one can freely find the positive mystic or the negative of ethic and ideological void. Positive and negative are two inseparable polarities in sculpture, when there is a positive a mysterious negative always exists, as in the world of cyclical and linear time we know light exists because sooner or later darknesses takes over.
About A/F, the idea of landscape was already implicit in their “lost-snow” sculptures, positives sculpture which outcome was undoubtedly a landscape. We can dare saying that, on their trajectory, “lost-snow” works are to positive and light, as “Mofo”s to negative and darkness. As a matter of fact “Mofo”s grow from inside the negative of the holes dug by the artists to make them up, assuming a negative history of 20th century sculpture to which they refer. “Mofo”s represent the alterity of that sculpture, which language they embed or sussume analytically by mocking it. Parody is one of Alis/Filliol ways to stay foreigners inside their own language in order to experiment with sculpture. “Mofo”s force the viewer to look at them with an archaic gaze, they stand on another plan in respect of the viewer, they do not look for sharing his/her gaze, they are idols showing their huge presence. “Mofo”s consumes matter, space, and the vibrations of the ego of whoever looks at them, they seem to set themselves as an obstacle to the hermeneutic ego.
Arthur Bloch defined sculpture”that thing you bump into when you step back in a museum to look at a painting.”. Last year, by showing the sculpture “Jir” inside the Italian pavilion at the Venice Biennale, conceived by the curator as grid of enclosed compartments, the artists have forced the idea of sculpture meant as an obstacle by setting up the “Mofo” as an enormous landslide making their narrow booth even more embarrassing, like they were ambuscading to any acceptance and preconception, included the myth of formalist classicism.
We still do not know about their intervention at pinksummer, but even if the sphere has been turn into a circle, the negative and positive have become chiaroscuro, we do not believe at all that A/F will abjure Baroque, meant as philosophy of crisis, which means there will be no ascension towards the abstraction performed by the artists. Through the bucolic and estranged image chosen by the artists for the invitation card of “Ultraterra”, that looks like a pamphlet of some evangelical church contamined by Gregory Crewdson, Alis/Filliol let us guess that not even by this exhibition they will adhere to the ideology of low consumption or A+++ energy class art.

Invernomuto – Africa Addio

 

Opening December 11th 2015, h 6.30 p.m. / end of the exhibition February 12th, 2016

 

Press release as an interview

 

pinksummer: Who the hell are Dracula Lewis and Palm Wine and what do they have to do with Simone Bertuzzi and Simone Trabucchi and most of all with Invernomuto? Are they “alias” which use is limited to some specific roles? We are interested in clarifying the role of Dracula Lewis and Palm Wine regarding Invernomuto: visual art collecting practice is mistrustful in front of multiple authors creativity and its products, let alone when some alias with comics-like names jump out of a collective, which name recalls an entity from a novel that became the Cyberpunk “manifesto”, with its intolerance pushed to the limits, typical of any artificial intelligence, beginning from any poor soulless golem.

 

Invernomuto: Invernomuto has always moved on the edge of disciplines: visual arts, experimental cinema and music. Collecting practice is mistrustful, true, but it is also true that this is an Italian problem. Invernomuto aims to create a landscape of objects, sounds and environments; there, on the line of the horizon, it places research elements, works, that part and might be apt to be channeled in the market. That is a natural process, for us, but it is nothing new if one observes other Italian situations.

Palm Wine and Dracula Lewis (respectively SB and ST) are parallel projects sounding some musical worlds, independent but analogous in respect of the Invernomuto art research. As a matter of fact, it may be funny to know that until a couple of years ago they did not even appear in our bio. Kim Nguyen, director of Artspeak in Vancouver, where we had a solo show in the beginning of 2015, for the first time included PW and DL in the bottom part of a short bio attached to the press release; and she did it spontaneously.

Also, we often forget  what is the effective purpose of a moniker (or alias), no matter if  the one of a collective or of an individual. Its effect is hiding the ego in favor of a wider, different vision, often moving along a line tangential to the real, but that just within the real finds its effectiveness. A moniker is not an avatar, a moniker can leave a sign and open wide thousands of meaningful doors pertaining to codified worlds or going through a codifying phase, but, unlike the avatar, it lives in reality. Therefore a collective name is first of all an evocation, the creation of worlds that for us are not distinguished from here.

Alias, or moniker, derive of course from the subcultural heritage in which we have grown up. We became allergic to the words `inverno’ (winter) and `muto’ (dumb), for some reasons, many times we have thought at shaking them off. But, after all, why?

 

ps: The fake, around which your poetics is formed, it is a condition intrinsic to landscape, meant as a synonym of the ancient physis, or is it an element whose introduction is necessary in order to elude, as if it was some sort of clothing, the substantially inhuman and dangerous quality of the truth? Maybe it was Nietzsche who asserted that one must stop bravely at the surface, “to Mount Olympus of appearance” and to enjoy its forms, the sounds, the words…. Is fake the aesthetic assumption of nature or a peculiar way to bring History up-to-date, by entering a fictional gate, like one can do in a live action role-playing game?

 

IM: “It has never been so real!” So declaimed a banner of Seconda Foundazione, an Italian LARP group that we have involved in our project Village Oblivia in 2009. The idea of gate, magic circle, a `within’ more real than reality obsesses us since a long time.

It is a matter of surfaces: the attractive softness of camping pad foam, a foam used for the weapons of live action role players, or the one of Morositas licorice. We use materials (or non-materials such as the green slimer) as indications of an imaginary and an historical moment. And among the materials we include also the impasto of video and sound, mold in a different way according to the kind of story we mean to tell.

The fake is the moment of collapse in between the find and its updated imaginative translation. It is undoubtedly a way of looking at history, that is nothing but sedimented layers of narrations. When objects succeed in smashing these levels, for sure they stimulate our curiosity.

 

ps: Is defining yourselves layout designer a little like calling you post-modern and supporters of the “weak thought” that moves from the proclamation of the death of God, or do you simply believe that since ever the human invention, any kind of invention, cannot help starting from a layouting action, as if, when inventing an animal that does not exist, such as the centaur, one should start always from two existing beings, like the horse and the man, and put them together through an action that you can just call layouting?

 

IM: Layouting can be an alchemical action, same as mixing or juxtaposing. Not necessarely when mixing two sources you will obtain the sum of the two, on the contrary, most of the times new unpredictable forms are created. Layouting is definitely a creative act, if the attitude of the layout designer is synchretic and experimental. Layouting is for us one of the best ways to generate worlds; or to spontaneously lose control within already existing worlds.

 

ps: And how to approach language and correspondence with the real, by considering that, on the hills between Parma and Piacenza, the word negus, originary referred to the king Halie Selassié I, eventually turned into a synonymous of layabout and slacker, while elsewhere, among Rastafarian people of Jamaica and of the world, the same king Haile Selassié, is negus neghesi, the king of the kings, the ras tafari, the noble Ethiop, the chosen by God, the light of the world, the Messiah, so that Bob Marley reacting to the impossibility of his death composed “Jah Live”. We consider the fact that Saddam Hussein too and Mu’ Ammar Gheddafi, even though their stories are laic and more secular than the one of Halie Selassié I and apparently nor Salomon King, nor queen of Saba or any Islamic equivalent of same bloodline are among their ancestors, however in some remote and faraway place, among their people for example, they could not have been the scoundrel, they have made us to believe they were. On the other hand, by rummaging inside fascist propaganda, looking at your work “Topolino in Abyssinia”, presented at Triennale in the exhibition “Anabasis Articulata” curated by Paola Nicolin, we discovered that the tender and democratic Mickey Mouse, at the time of fascism was a really bastard camicia nera armed to the teeth, with asphyxiating gas in his canteen too, eager of killing for his homeland and family.

 

IM: Negus is pivoting on the figure of the last Emperor of Ethiopia. Without him the architecture of the project would collapse. There is the carnivalesque Negus, enemy of the fascism, set afire in the square of Vernasca; there is the King of the Kings, monarch of Ethiopia, crowned in 1930 with a monument formed by a three-pointed star (Mercedes Benz logo); there is the Black Messiah, the second incarnation of Jesus, according to Rastafarian believers; there is an icon, free traveling and spreading around through cover slips, video clips, cigars, stamps and rasta iconography in general; and finally there is Lee “Scratch” Perry, the demiurge inventor dub music, who has a very personal and syncrethic version Ras Tafari, the one who maybe represents a possible robotic reincarnation of Selassie – and who, in Negus, purifies the square of Vernasca, with an odd ritual of ice and fire.

We are interested in showing the unusual and contradictory sides of a known symbol or history. Or, on the contrary, to contradict the stereotypes by using hidden iconographies: in “RAS” that we present at pinksummer for the first time, an element of popular construction industry from the years of Italian economic boom (technically a roof tile) becomes some sort of Egyptian funeral mask; the work is a copy of the original roof tile, made from resin, coated with licorice and old heap.

 

ps: “I’m gonna put up an iron shirt, and chase satan out of the earth / I’m gonna put up an iron shirt, and the chase devil out of the earth / I’m gonna send him to out of space, to find an other race / I’m gonna send him to out of space, to find an other race” raves Lee Scratch Perry in “Devil Disc”, like in an exorcism ritual. And an exorcism ritual appears also Lee Perry reenactment of the old pro-colonial bonfire on the square of Vernasca, where the effigy of negus was burnt on the occasion of the repatriation of a local soldier wounded during the combats of Abyssinia.

An outbreak of energy and of beauty too in “Negus”, the legend of reggae in the village, under your obstinate direction, following your will his way, as if that was a pencil that from the margin moved to the center, back to the margin again, a margin that, for wizardry or exorcism by Lee “Scratch Perry”, does no longer feels like margin, but becomes center itself. Vernasca is not only a pretext, it is center. Somehow you have put into effect a space-time distortion, as if you meant to prevent a wrong event happening, as if correcting a misunderstanding. It is like telling us that margin and peripheries do not exist per se, we should invent them, just like colonies, whatever it takes. It seems that between 1935 and 1941, Italy was extraordinary united, more than when it won the soccer world cup in 1982 and in 2006: they tell that Benedetto Croce too, even though he did not sympathize with fascism, let himself go to his country colonial exotism that eventually pervaded him a little bit…

 

IM: History is rich of inventions. Mussolini’s Africa used to look like idyllic and pure to Italy; with a few connections with the truth of battlefields; it was an authentic invention, aiming to satisfy some specific palates, alas the most discerning palates, sometimes. The point is that there are some unsolved questions, that still have consequences nowadays. That is what we run after in the movie Malù – The Stereotype of Black Venus in Italy, concerning the representation of the black feminine body in Italy.

There is a Italian naturalized Sirian author we love very much, whose work we borrowed for the exhibition Anabasis Articulata (Triennale of Milan, 2014, curated by Paola Nicolin): Alessandro Spina. Spina wrote a few novels and short stories, all set in Italian colonies of Libya and full of almost theatrical elements, that well depict an idea of imaginary alterity.

We love minor stories. We like to use them, to rehash and to set them in a new context without any nostalgia. We speak live and we use materials from the past, the present and the future. Negus is a centrifuge of places, cults (archaic, but most of all untouched) and biographies, in this sense Perry is a good amulet. And he is very entertaining.

 

ps: Please, tell us about your first solo show at pinksummer “Africa Addio”, about the image you have chosen for the invitation card. What are you going to present?

 

IM: We are going to present a peculiar and very personal mythology of emperors and kings.

The scene is occupied by a huge inflatable gorilla (Super Ape) that inflates and deflates cyclically; Lee “Scratch” Perry in 1975 recorded “Super Ape”, considered one of the first – if not the first – dub album in history. This year is its twentieth anniversary and, to celebrate its issue, Perry has just ended a tour in the United States. The big ape on display has been on all the stages of the tour and was produced through a crowd-funding campaign to which we contributed substantially; now we are the owners of the ape; and it will travel with us.

Importé d’Italie instead is composed by a series of four silk screened iridescent fabric banners. The illustrations and the decorative elements derive from a collection of Sicilian orange wrapping papers; each of them represents a black face, a Moor King and features the French writing “Importé d’Italie”. The original wrapping papers are visible in the collage of the series “King Moro”, where we applied to every face a crown made from golden leaf – and in “Mooretto”, a mobile wooden module with a LED scrolling sign, which texture (the classic red bricks wall) is drawn from the backdrop pictured on the same wrapping papers.

Africa Addio – that gives the title to the exhibition – is a print on fabric featuring an end-of-Sixties postcard showing a float of Viareggio Carnival, the same one used for the invitation. The title it of the float is, curiously, the same one of a movie directed in 1966 by Gualtiero Jacopetti and Franco Prosperi, a classic of Mondo movies. The float is very complicated, rich of details, among which stands out a board with the writing “go back to your village”. The flag is made with a tricolor ribbon.

Bones, Atlanta is a portrait of the last King of this exhibition dynasty. Bones is a dancer that we met in the airport of Atlanta, where he works, during some hour of stopover. We asked him to improvise in front of the camera during a pause.

Koo Jeong a – 20

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Press-release

In 2008 Koo Jeong-a purposely made for of her first exhibition at pinksummer an edition of 100 kilograms of her “Dreams & Thoughts”, some sort of horizontal landscape with upward peaks, composed by chewing gum stripes of three different colors/flavors/smells.
We ordered from Perfetti Van Melle the 100 kilos of Brooklyn, “le gomme del ponte” and, while waiting for delivery, we arbitrarily picture our gallery as completely filled with chewing gum. As gum has actually an incredibly heavy specific weight, we were deeply disappointed when just a dozen of boxes were delivered and easy piled up in a corner of our office, waiting for Koo to arrive.
Three days before the opening, during the travel from Pisa, where Koo Jeong-a landed, to Genoa, we started panicking disguisedy as the artist, while talking of this and that as calm as she uses to be, said that a little time ago in Japan she had realized a 500 kilos edition of “Dreams & Thoughts”, which preparatory unpacking process took the effort of 10 Japanese workers (instinctively considered by us much more efficient than Italians), for 10 days.
Stripe gums come in a very accurate package: stored in a heavy but not as large as expected cardboard box, hundreds packets contain 5 chewing gum each. They are individually covered with an external paper, which color varies depending on the flavor, wrapped aronund the final aluminum wrapper with its paper lining inside.
With an urgency and a desperation that probably let us look like foolish to the everyday people, we called friends, relatives and some volunteering fine art academy students, to help us with unpacking. We recruited also some young folk who gave the impression of loitering outside the gallery, by deceptively offering them 50 Euro for any unpacked box, actually demanding approximately 5 hours of work made by three people. We took apart our desk in the office, composed from 4 small squared tables that we set up separately with 4 chairs each in the exhibition hall of the gallery.
There, for three days, 16 people turned over from 9 pm until 9 am without lunch break and the last day before the opening we were so late that at night we ended up ordering pizzas for everybody in the gallery. We observed that, at first, people tend to reveal their social attitude with various modalities, different for each individual, some by gently teasing us with ironic jokes on such an incongruous occupation, others simply by speaking.
Then, slowly but surely, all of them slip in the cocoon of their own silence, in the dreams & thoughts inspired by the gestural mantra demanded by their job. Also we had the feeling that the different ways the undone stripes were piled up by each of the people involved, would have told deeply about their individual personality. Koo used to arrive in the late afternoon, she got down on her knees and, sitting on herself, she kept on working until late night, alone in that weird demiurgic work.
We noticed later that no exhibit installation specialist, no matter how precise and experienced, was capable to reproduce Koo’s ascensional perfection. On the authenticity certificate, by the photograph, the instruction for the set up of “Dreams & Thoughts”, some sort of time vulnerable work, suggests to follow the image as a guideline, but it is also specified that any modification is allowed.
We understood that the title of the work, “Dreams & Thoughts”, came from the process rather than from its product and, to be honest, we did not have the feeling that effect (the product) coincided with the purpose.
The vanilla smell of “Dreams & Thoughts” fluttered in gallery for a long time after the work was dismantled. Going straight to the point, here the content seems to blow on the dynamic imagery of the work, shifting always elsewhere. The place where we are blown to by Koo Jeong-a, both in terms of space and time, is something that everyone is free to fill up with whatever he or she likes to.
Afterwards, we even thought beyond what at first seems to be just casualness that Koo might have led us through an honiric stimulating practice to be considered as founding condition for the existence of that work. In a text on Koo Jeong-a for the catalogue of her exhibition at Secession in Vienna, Cedric Price wrote:

*“For dreams to be transferred to others at different time is the key to treasure.
Koo’s work is always fresh – because timelessness knows no past.
Perception is active-mentally: observation, passive. (…)

To achieve delight while still discovering is a rare artistic process which separates this PROCESS from PRODUCT and in so doing makes the very separation, in time, richly rewarding without either the clarity of the product requiring resolution or such recognition, the agreement by others, as to the nature of such a product. (…)
KOO presents both package and the unpackaged, requiring equal recognition of themselves and the viewer.
Poetry in motion requires both the eye and the memory.

To invest Koo’s work with the 4th dimension & then she plays the JOKER – and a further dimension of wonder is played by the ARTIST !”*

The new solo show of Koo Jeong-a at pinksummer is titled “Venti”, Italian world for 20 (but in Italian “venti” means “winds” too). Considering that in the official press release of Georgina Starr’s exhibition “The Joyful Mysteries of Junior” we have been writing about chewing gums and tarots, here, for the second show of Koo Jeong-a at pinksummer, we immediately checked out to which arcane number twenty corresponds. We have found out that the number refers to the angel who indicates transmutation, medianity, protection, miraculous healing, and subtends a travel in the desert or a lonely pilgrimage.
Still unsatisfied, we have verified that according to the Quabballah the twentieth path of the tree of the life is a yellowish green arch with a shiny white color in the center, it has the scent of narcissus and the severity of the hermit, it is defined as the path of intelligence of will, because it is the outline of everything is equipped with shape and through this state of conscience the primordial wisdom can be known. About the twentieth path Alisteir Crowley wrote: “There was an indeed beautiful landscape similar to a deep forest during springtime”.
As it happened for her exhibition at pinksummer in 2008, Koo Jeong-a has chosen the image of a dog for the invitation card for the show, even though this time the dog is going out of the A4 sheet, trotting away cunningly with something hidden in his mouth. Let’s tell an anecdote. During the last edition of Artissima, Turin art fair, we showed Koo Jeong-a’s work called “State”. A little dog, who came across our stand with his distracted masters, tried to take away in his mouth the upper part of the work.
We had to force his mouth open to have the piece back, irremediably damaged though. It was a 10 rupees banknote, rolled up with the same perfection of gums collected into piles by the artist for “Dreams &Thoughts”, that we received protected like a treasure in a velvet lined little box. At night, when we told Koo Jeong-a about what happened with the dog, at first she answered that she would like to meet that dog, but in a second message we realized that she was worried and concerned about it.
It should not have been easy to make that tiny perfect cylinder out of a banknote. In “State” that was standing vertical and off centered on a shiny white squared surface, supported by 4 little bricks made of a translucent stone, that could be onyx, hidden to the senses, occulted like in an underground world.
The work seems to recall the complementarity of the symbol of the mountain (axis mundi?) and the cave as mentioned by René Guénon in “The King Of The World” or also the idea of the (mystic?) trasmutation implied by the journey from the darkness up to the crystal light of the mountain top. Not by chance the object of the transmutation in “State” is money. Koo Jeong-a told us then that “State” was some kind of suggestion referring to some areas of central Asia, in particular to the Kanchejunga, third highest mountain on earth, the most eastern among the 8000 meters mountains of Himalaya.
A sacred mountain according to five religions, which five peaks are called the treasures of the snow. In 1905 Alisteir Crowley himself was the first to try climbing this difficult mountain. An avalanche killed four members of the expedition and induced Crowley to give up both his intent to climb the Kanchejunga as well as his career of mystical mountain climber. About the exhibition “Venti”, Koo Jeong-a has told us that it explores 20 follets of transition humanity, inspired from Master Im Hak who had been practicing the Doon Gab/Chooz Zi from the beginning of 20th the century, leaving from the Khanchezunga mountain in Sikkim in India, and traveling through Hong Chean Stones until Bekdu mountain in Korea.
Doon Gab Sol is a technique that has been practiced since ancient times by the man who turns current figures into another form of being. Chook Zi Breab is an ancient technique practiced by the man who gives a rhythm to his pace. We have found out that mount Baekdu is the sacred mountain of Korean people, located in North Korea were their ancestral birth occurred and originated them. Koo Jeong-a is Korean.
Speaking about Im Hak Master, Koo has informed us that it is impossible to find something about that on Google or Wikipedia, because, like David Deutsch or Brian Green, he does not want to appear there. Regarding the doon gab sool/cheook zi beab of which Im Hak was master, it is something similar to the breath control, but Koo added that we will better understand by watching her photos at the opening of the show.
Koo Jeong-a project for pinksummer will consist of 20 double images (10+10 =20) and one or two sculptures.

Koo Jeong a

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Press-release

Pinksummer: Philosophers taught us that memory is a continuum where space and time have the same substance. Regarding your work, it seems like we are facing a panorama of the memory, and nevertheless your landscapes present the discontinuity of an archipelago; interrupted areas are not offered to the look in a synthetic perspective, but in the fragmentary sight of the glimpse; to classify the whole it is necessary to use intuition that can never be objective, and in this way escapes description. Is this the substantial difference that exists between memory and nostalgia?

Koo Jeong-A: I am interested to newered/renewed everyday state, illness or environment issues and am allergic to static memory, nostalgia, melancholia, sentimentalgia.

P: The “esegetes” of your work make often use of adjectives like discreet, furtive and also of the concept of paradox in relation to your necessity of showing yourself hiding or perhaps just protecting from architectures, maybe just made of sugar, by thin and impalpable boundaries as a fragrant essence can be, in the end, by the intangibility of your interventions. Do you need to define the I (it is told with an attention that grazes obsession), before letting yourself be discovered by the other?

K J-A: Esegetes??? The question of about life is : I am in or I am out.

P: It is said that to understand your work it is necessary to understand the meaning of the word Ousss, a neologism that you tried to introduce in the Larousse. If it is asked to you what meaning this word has, you simply affirm that you like to pronounce it. We thought of the platonic Cratilo, on the dilemma about the divine or conventional nature of the language, on the relation that exists between language and things, between ourselves and those things, between us and we. Ousss seems an onomatopoeic positive word, a shelter within an intimacy that seeks company, and nevertheless it rationally represents an impossibility. Which is your relationship with words?

K J-A: It was starting with Flammarion published by Yvon Lambert became my book “Flammariousss”, Larousse, Robert, they still has their dictionary, they didn’t want to give us as a digital file. But Flammarion, yes, as they do not publish any more dictionary. The relation with words seems for me is the comfort notion by non understanding of others. It is a violation about not knowing.

P: The first idea for a project at pinksummer was a large mothball: governmental laws, the same that oblige us to put seatbelts in cars and helmets in motorcycles, have protected us from your project. Someone wrote that only phantoms can resist the stench of mothballs. Detaining phantoms from oblivion is somehow a way to oppose the caducity of things, yet recognising its transient and effemera nature. There is a pop song that says that our life isn’t that much, that we fade like roses, and that time with our pains and our sadness sews up its coats, that destiny doesn’t give anything and promises everything and that happiness is quite reachable but when you try to, you get crazy. Is mothball an illusion to oppose destiny?

K J-A: Maybe I am a phantom, we will test it in Berlin on may 2008.

P: What will you present at pinksummer?

K J-A: I will present “Dreams & Thoughts”, “R” in dvd, some more that I am still working.

At 10.00 pm pinksummer invites you to a party event with sound ambient by Port-royal at the munizioniere of Palazzo Ducale, Genova.