2020-2021
45.4642° N, 9.1900° E
Lontano Lontano (”Far Far Away”)
In 2020-2021 I developed a personal project in conjunction with my attendance at CFP Bauer School Visual Arts.
Here below the afterword of the still unpublished work.
“This last year has been a hurricane, still ongoing.
Sometimes, most of the time, I feel swallowed. Or rather, it's just a desire, a concrete will.
Other times, instead, it's like a spinning top, which at the maximum of its speed leaves for unknown and distant places, taking me with it. So I get lost and experience a filtered, incoherent reality. It’s not me who chooses, it's not me who lives, I'm not present, I'm not happy.
I see my sea almost vanishing on the horizon in the glow of the gulf. Here reality is not filtered. It is as it appears.
I feel far away.
I see my figure through that of my friends, without false appearances.
I feel far away.
I feel the warm ceiling and clear sky of my house. The floors are segmented and clear-cut, almost as if they don't want to mix with each other.
I feel far away.
I remember long walks, reality was as it appeared. Now, however, I am no longer satisfied. I have to go further.
I feel far away.
And perhaps the distance I feel is also non-presence.
Being distant for me means being non-present in things and in acting.”
In 2020-2021 I developed a personal project in conjunction with my attendance at CFP Bauer School Visual Arts.
Here below the afterword of the still unpublished work.
“This last year has been a hurricane, still ongoing.
Sometimes, most of the time, I feel swallowed. Or rather, it's just a desire, a concrete will.
Other times, instead, it's like a spinning top, which at the maximum of its speed leaves for unknown and distant places, taking me with it. So I get lost and experience a filtered, incoherent reality. It’s not me who chooses, it's not me who lives, I'm not present, I'm not happy.
I see my sea almost vanishing on the horizon in the glow of the gulf. Here reality is not filtered. It is as it appears.
I feel far away.
I see my figure through that of my friends, without false appearances.
I feel far away.
I feel the warm ceiling and clear sky of my house. The floors are segmented and clear-cut, almost as if they don't want to mix with each other.
I feel far away.
I remember long walks, reality was as it appeared. Now, however, I am no longer satisfied. I have to go further.
I feel far away.
And perhaps the distance I feel is also non-presence.
Being distant for me means being non-present in things and in acting.”
