When you visit a museum in Australia, you have to consider the snake danger.
According to the Australian mentality, which is close to Hinduism in this sense, you shouldn’t kill any snake – after all a snake is still part of the wildlife and you have to respect it.
Anyways, being aware of the snake danger, I decided to go to the Heide Museum equipped with my Crocodile Dundee hat.
I hoped that my Indonesian boyfriend Lucas would have bring with him a kris and my Japanese friend Minako a katana but, alas, they didn’t.
“What about you? Didn’t you bring a mandolino with you?” Lucas asked me referring to my Neapolitan origins.
“How you supposed to kill a snake with a mandolino, genius?”
“Unless…” I mumbled making my way through the lianas separating us from the museum “you charm the snake playing Torna a Surriento or something like that.”
Walking carefully, we finally arrived at the door of the Heide Museum without being bitten, which was good.
The current show was titled “Fiona Hall: Big game hunting”
Coming into the exhibition I took off my hat and I rapidly switched my attitude from adventurer to art critic.
Words are for explaining, but at the same time words are also for hiding.
In the moment you want to tell something, you’re making a choice. Saying something means not saying something else. It’s the feature of the language, you can’t help it. But if you’re an artist you can play with it.
Arthur Duff is one who is not scared of juggling on the edge of language’s ambiguities, indeed he enjoys himself exploring the multiple layers of semantics.
He’s an American Italian-based artist living in Venice (fortunate guy), and recent winner of the MACRO 2% prize.
Actually, the artist is not distanced himself a lot from MACRO, the main contemporary art museum of Rome. As you can see the Oredaria Arti Contemporanee Gallery, hosting his exhibition, is just nearby.
Duff’s solo show is called “Syntax Parallax”. As you came into the subterranean gallery, you’re suddenly greeted by two light installations. The yellow neons, forming words, seem to melt on to the floor.
Read MoreMedia Previews, along with the free catalogues of the exhibitions, are among the advantages to be part of the “media”.
I have no idea how the NGV has come to know that I’m a journalist, but you know, I got this mail and the object was “Monet’s Garden Media Preview”. I couldn’t say no.
The ingredients were all there.
The National Gallery of Victoria. One of the most famous modern painters of all the times. Pastels colors Frenchness. I was sure the dynamic NGV would adjust itself to the élégance et finesse required from such event.
So I wore my little back dress with fuchsia stockings and I invited my boyfriend to come with me.
He was not sure he wanted to came. It was too early for him, I mean, nine o’ clock!
“The whole thing would be to classy for me anyways!”, he mumbled curling up in the sheets.
“Come on! Since we are in the City, we can also go do groceries at your favorite Mall after!” I told him.
This convinced him and he finally woke up. He wore his never washed second world war German coat, he grabbed his grannish blue and grey groceries trolley and we were ready to go.
The Italian web magazine Art a Part of Cult(ure) just published my review on the exhibition “Rally – Contemporary Indonesian Art” at the National Gallery of Victoria. The interview is part of my reportage about Indonesian Contemporary Art.
Here you are the link to the review
Here you are the link to the English translation of the review
Read MoreI was ready to go to the beach, but then I came to know about this “South Yarra Opening Day” from the mother of my boyfriend, who invited me to the event on Facebook.
Actually the mother of my boyfriend, at sixty seems to have a life much more cool than me, in my twenties. So, if my boyfriend’s mother suggested me to go to the South Yarra Opening Day, I should go.
I unpacked my beach stuff and I made up my mind for an afternoon of contemporary art.
Let’s say that we don’t know anything about Cameroon.
Even worse, let’s pretend that we heard about this country only by the soccer match channels.
To be short, let’s have the same approach that the average Italian Macro’s visitor probably has.
It’s more question of practicality than of willful ignorance.
An art appreciator coming visiting the contemporary art museum of Rome will go there without a previous research of what Camuroon is, what are the inner dynamics and the main issues of that country. That’s the problem with the global art. No one can know everything about everywhere and often the press releases and the captions near the artworks explains everything but the context in which the artworks are born.
You can argue that this is the art critic’s job. Well, maybe.
Art Monthly Australia published my review of the art fair ART/JOG12 with the title “Montmartre of the east” in the Summer Issue 2012/2013.
Read MoreIn October I went to Sicily for the first time and I didn’t miss the opportunity to visit the stunning Palermo.
I had two wonderful guides to show me around, Maria Rita Mastropaolo, writer for the web magazine Prisky (link), and Ciro Cangialosi, an incredible comic books artist (link).
We visited Palazzo Riso, an ancient building turned into Contemporary Art Museum, which displayed works by the most important contemporary Sicilian artist, like Carla Accardi, Pietro Consagra, Salvo, Antonio Sanfilippo, Emilio Isgro’ and also younger Sicilian artists such as Croce Taravella, Alessandro Bazan and Laboratorio Saccardi.
There was a Boltanski’s exhibition going on that was quite impressive. It was related to memory and in some way to a profound sensation of human tragedy, like most of his work. The clothes hanging from the wall and surrounded by lights seemed to be presences that were no more into the body, but they were flowing around what was left of the body itself.
Read More“Ogni foto è un’esperienza.” conclude con accento francese, capello bizzarro, faccia gentile Alain Fleischer.
Prima di questa conclusione c’è ovviamente tutto il lavoro in mostra da Limen OttoNoveCinque, fotografie ad un primo sguardo cariche di mistero e quasi indecifrabili.
Il ciclo fotografico principale “Happy Days”, consiste in grandi stampe dove provare a descrivere il soggetto è già avventurarsi in un sogno surrealista: una cornice per terra, una proiezione di protagoniste femminili da quadri dell’antichità, un giocattolo a motore raddoppiato che sembra agitare la scena.
Gli effetti di sovrapposizione e illusione farebbero pensare ad un banale utilizzo di Photoshop: niente di più sbagliato. A differenza di quanto si possa credere, è solo questione di una grandissima abilità tecnica. Non di meno il processo con cui sono stati presi questi scatti è parte del simbolismo delle opere.
Spiega l’artista che si tratta della creazione di un collegamento del mondo adulto con quello infantile: “Gli adulti attaccano i quadri sempre alle pareti, i bambini giocano per terra. Ecco che proiettando un’immagine dall’alto, emerge questa impalpabile relazione.”
E si ci potrebbe inoltrare ancora più addentro a queste Correspondaces, in un gioco di rimandi infiniti.
« E’ la dimostrazione del potere della fotografia di catturare l’impalpabile ; io non ho mai visto queste immagini, esse esistono solo in quanto sono state fotografate. Questo giocattolo lo vediamo multiplo solo per via dei tempi di esposizione, così come questa proiezione che sembra scivolare fuori dal suo frame. »
Si avverte molta nostalgia in questi scatti, una suggestione malinconica come se l’artista volesse ricomporre il passato attraverso frammenti di luce.
Carpisco brani di discorso di un fruitore dalla fluente chioma rossa vicino a me : « … un ES invisibile che genera un superio etereo…»
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