Bambolescente

Collezionista: Vovvei Pvopvio una tua opeva, pensata pev la mia casa di Napoli.
Artista: No guardi, non faccio progetti su commissione.
Collezionista: Insisto, pevdinci!
Artista: No, guardi…
Collezionista: Pevdinci!
Artista: ….. ok, come vuole.

Piero Golia, La Mia Strada, 2000, pezzo unico,
strada che attraversa la casa del collezionista, materiali e dimensioni reali.

Se conoscete una certa Patrizia di Roma che ancora si sta chiedendo dove sia finito Andrea, perchè non lo ha più trovato a casa dopo la loro lunga storia, ditele, perfavore, che era solo arte.
Per tre mesi Andrea Grimaldi alias Luca Francesconi vive nell’appartamento romano che il gallerista ha affittato per lui.
Lo scopo è innamorarsi, vivere una storia con una ragazza ignara della cosa, quindi lasciarla (in una data prestabilita, amore o non amore che fosse) scomparendo nel nulla. Il tutto documentato da video e fotografie.

Luca Francesconi, Gin a body meet a body, 2003

Conversation between Cedar Lewisohn & Patricia Ellis (curatrice della personale di Luca Francesconi), London 2003
“So, like, this guy met this girl and started dating her as an art project. I mean, I’m not sure if it was really a project in the beginning, or if he genuinely fell in love with her. But he stayed with her for 6 months, and then left her for no apparent reason.”
“Sounds stupid.”
“Yeah, he says she was a really terrific girl and everything. A real goddess. But then he totally exploited her. He took these photos of her in the park, like they were all “Love Story” with Ryan O’Neal and Ali MacGraw. And then he did really creepy stuff like filming her having sex with him? But she didn’t know! And now he’s put it in a gallery for everyone to see.”
“Isn’t that illegal? He could get arrested. What about his ex-girlfriend, if she doesn’t know about this and finds out.I guess she’ll be seriously pissed off.”
“She’ll probably kill him..”
“Would that be part of the work? Maybe he could exhibit his tombstone.” (laughs)
“It’s like he’s being such an asshole. This poor girl just gets dumped with no explanation, and then he’s just made this porny exhibition about her. How demented is that?”
“I bet he thinks about her when he jerks off. How ’bout that, is that part of the art?”
“What? He’s still pining after her?”
“Even if he’s left her she’s still on his mind. And he might go back to her at any point.”
“So you think all of this is like some big love monument then? He’s got this sign that reads “The gift you desire is the one I will never give you.” Do you think he’s making art, or is this some kind of mind-game?”
“No I think he really believed he was making a work of conceptual art. That plaque reminds me of a Gilbert and George piece called “All My Life I Give You Nothing And Still You Ask For More” which seems to share the same sentiment.”
“Yeah, But this is real. What about this girl in the end? Doesn’t it matter what happens to her?”
“Of course she matters in the real world? I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s probably got another boyfriend by now. But in terms of art, she was just a sort of material. The only difficulty is she wasn’t consenting to the process.”
“So that makes it OK then?”
” That’s up to the audience to decide.”

Vorrei un metro e venti di libri verdi.
(un cliente a L’Angolo del Libro di via Lario, 2002)

Col sole a piombo sul balcone ho preso in considerazione una qualche attività outdoor (qualcosa che non implichi l’uscire dal pigiama e da casa). Decido di verniciare di bianco i Billy Ikea di prima generazione.
I libri erano organizzati in doppia fila sullo scaffale “narrativa italiana” così come su quello “saggistica contemporanea”.
Riordinandoli per colore di costa (schierati in sfumature come matite Carandage) ci stanno ancora tutti ma su un’unica fila.

didascalia del Billy Ikea ridipinto
da in alto a sinistra:
- crema-giallo-arancio-rosso-marrone-rosso-fucsia-rosa
- nero-blu-azzurro-verdino-verde
- b/n

Non-leggere è quindi squisitamente entropico, nonché utile all’economia domestica, in pieno gusto BravaCasa.
ho solo una questione da risolvere:
- l’ingiallimento dato dall’usura dell’Einaudi è da prendersi in considerazione o devo continuare a considerare le loro coste candide? Ho tutto Pavese in sospeso.