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The calm after the storm.
After escaping the Post-it Pandemonium, I moved to Parioli, Rome.
Before that I lived in Piazza Mancini, surrounded by post its that scream to be turned into book chapters all day long, and sometimes even in the night. In my new writing location I finally managed to organize all the information so i could archive the post its. I put a band to each stack divided by subject.
Of course, I’m still writing other post-its but now that the structure is done I’m doing just small bunches of them on few sheets and I’m adding the information time by time.
My book about Contemporary Art in Indonesia is shaping up.

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In the chaos of an art fair is usually quite difficult to find some art work that attracts you straightaway. So was at the Roma Road to Contemporary Art Fair at MACRO Testaccio.
Actually, there was an exception.

Coming from Sorrento, a picturesque town near Naples, I was quite influenced by all the traditions, all the sort of stuff coming from people. The “Popolo”.
I never stop questioning about it. What is the Popolo? Does the Popolo really exist nowadays? What are the features of the Popolo?
From Jorge Amado to Pasolini, I enjoy the subject, that eventually became the topic of my thesis at the Academy of Fine Arts.

There’s one thing that a particularly like about the Popolo. It is how they mix the religion and the sacred with everyday life and how they show it through the objects.
Angelo Formica, the exception in the art fair I was talking about, takes this concept to the extreme with his artworks.

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The italian web magazine Art a Part of Cult(ure) just published the interview I had in Berlin with the curator Katerina Valdivia Bruch. The interview is part of my reportage about Indonesian Contemporary Art.

Here you are the link to the interview

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What’s up with your book?
Well, I just overcome the worst step of them all: ranking all the post-its I’ve made.
In the beginning writing all the information about Indonesian contemporary art on the post it notes sounded good.
I was reading essays, catalogues, articles and stuff about the topic and I would be able to write down the information I’ve just learned and all the references directly on the post its.Then I stuck them on the wall and that was that.
Sweet. And practical too.
After a while it became a mess, sort of yellow geographic map on the white sea of my wall. To find a single information was hell.
Yeah, it was the Post-it Pandemonium.

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I came to know about the young Indonesian artist Oky Rey Montha from his solo show at Primo Marella Gallery in Milan and I’ll end up interviewing him for my book on contemporary art in Indonesia.

He seems to be the kinky and eccentric kink of artist that loves to get lost in his imagination.
With a dark, tim burtonian look and emo hair and makeup he’s directly out from one of his paintings.
His work reminds me of the pop-surrealism trend and is inspired by comics. Asian market sought this kind of paintings; at the same time Oky himself seems not to care too much about the market.
I look at him as a symbol of his generation that isn’t bother anymore with tradition and Wayang Puppets, but it’s more into pop and fantasy realms.
At the same time he knows how to take advantages of the web and he’s launching is own clothes collection called “Piratez” on facebook and on the blogosphere. He’s also an indie musician and loves to make drum performances during the exhibition openings.

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Hot white tea and a slice of cake.
Inspired by this Simonedebeauvoirian-Sartrarian-Camussarian extra
romanticized attitude of writing in the cafes instead of quietly staying
home and working hard, my old fellow Lucas and I started hanging out in the
in the cafes on Via Giulia, Rome every so often.

I was reading a couple of books to widen my perspective on Indonesian
Contemporary Art. For an insight into the  East/West dichotomy, the curator of Indonesia’s exhibition at MACRO, Dominique Lora, recommended Flavio Caroli’s “Arte d’Oriente Arte d’Occidente”.

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“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…»
« Prego? »

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It’s been two years since my collaboration with Art a Part of cult(ure) began. My first article was about the japanese artist Masachi Echigo, you can read it here.

I’ve met Art a Part director Barbara Martusciello in a gallery in Piazza di Spagna, she was doing an interesting series of lectures about contemporary art.
At that time I already wrote for the magazine Arskey and the webmagazine Teknemedia, but I wasn’t very happy with them because they give me sort of limitations of style and criticize the artists was totally forbidden.

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 Looking at the sheets of my Indonesian reportage stained with Java tea I really start missing Yogyakarta.

In these days I’m in my hometown Sorrento surrounded by mandarini’s smell, writing the first draft of my book about Contemporary Art in Indonesia.
I’m trying to recollect the memories of these days in Yogya, from the amazing studio of Heri Dono to the taste of the Pisang Goreng, the fried banana with melted javanese sugar and chocolate.

We don’t have original Java tea here in Sorrento; I’ve to content myself with the Lipton version.
Whatever, tea is tea. As Proust teaches: “As long as you have a madeleine, a pancake or a fried banana to be dipped in tea, you could recollect memories”, or something like it.
I feel like adding to Proust’s statement that all the contemporary art starts from a substantial breakfast. Definitively I’m on the good track.
Actually, can I have extra chocolate on my Pisang Goreng?

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Since Art Residences were established, artists took advantage and started travelling around the word.
It was such a great possibility. Who can refuse accommodation and a guarantee daily meal in faraway countries, ending with a personal exhibition?

In residence time artists gave birth to projects which are often result of an hybridising process.

Weird installations and psychedelic videos issued out to the artists previous work and the host country influences.
Sometimes is just the exhibition place that is unusual for a kind of art, and that is exactly “The Human Factor” exhibition case.

So, you have to imagine a typical late ‘800 starting ‘900 Italian noble mansion, just in the middle of Villa Borghese Gardens, Rome. There’s were the sculptor an composer Piero Canonica lived, but now it’s a museum filled with statues, paintings and beautiful relics.
Basically the interiors and the furniture remained the same, but sometimes curators tries to renew the environment, making contemporary art exhibitions.

Could sound like a weird experiment to Liang Shuo (China), Charles Lim (Singapore) , Koki Tanaka (Japan) and Wan Hong-Kai (Taiwan), the attendees to the Qwartz Rome Residency Program.
The idea was matching oriental contemporary art with an old typical roman ambience.

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Al ritorno dalla mostra in Via del Vantaggio, sede della Galleria Mara Coccia, fino a casa mia in Piazza Vittorio (non vi do l’indirizzo preciso perché non voglio i vostri bravi ad aspettarmi sotto casa dopo che avrete letto questa recensione), sono state tre le cose che mi hanno colpito assai di più che la mostra che mi ha spinto fuori dall’uscio.

In ordine: le ragazzine sotto la metro che commentavano l’appena conclusa settimana della cultura “…perché le cose gratuite fanno schifo, tipo Palazzo Barberini…” , poi un chitarrista in Piazza del Popolo che suonava ispirato Tracy Chapman, interrotto bruscamente da un’esplosione di una sigla assordante dal palco montato lì vicino, con tanto di ballerini vestiti da conigli che si lanciano sulla scena provando la coreografia, e tre una bionda malinconica simile a una giovane Marianne Faithfull seduta ai tavolini del Bar Rosati.

Tranches de vie irripetibili che sarebbe quantomeno inutile paragonare ai dipinti di Claudia Peill.

Certo, direte voi, la vita è sempre superiore all’arte, figuriamoci se non è superiore a IKEA.

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“Quello che noto nelle mie opere è che tu le vedi e dici Uh che carine… ma poi le guardi con più attenzione è AAARRGH! Sono micidiali! Per me questa apparenza innocua è come una specie di presa in giro… e anche io in fondo sono così, più aggressiva di quello che sembro a prima vista!” mi dice Anita Calà in un impeto di passione di cui solo le rosse sono capaci.

Quattro del pomeriggio, siamo sedute, io, lei e  mio cappello (un Borsalino vintage grigio molto ghetto-chic, devo dire) al bar Ombre Rosse in Piazza Sant’Egidio, proprio di fronte al Museo di Roma in Trastevere.
Avevo incontrato l’artista qualche settimana fa alla Galleria Nube di Oort dove è esposta la sua videoistallazione “Anita C” nell’ambito di una collettiva, insomma, un buon pretesto per approfondire il suo lavoro.

La storia di Anita Calà come artista visiva sembrerebbe partire da quando, dalla mattina alla sera, decise di mollare il suo lavoro di costumista ad altissimi livelli per cinema, teatro e televisione, per buttarsi nell’unico ambito dove l’unica certezza è l’incertezza: l’arte contemporanea.
In realtà è cominciata molto prima: “Mi ricordo questa scena delle pagine gialle: ero piccolissima, le scarabocchiavo e nella mia mente ogni pagina era una persona con un suo vestito particolare”

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