work
a gold line through the Green one – Appendice
| category | Installation |
| subject | Travels, Political / Social, Landscape |
| tags | map, graffiti, travel path, Gotic Line, childwood memories, war memories, gold, iron, wood, pepar, ambiguity, time, space, Panini sticker, overlaps, history, landscape |
| base | 125 cm |
| height | 180 cm |
| depth | 26 cm |
| year | 2023 |
18k gilding on military map, wood lath, magnets, grenade shrapnel, clamp, double bed headboard
a gold line through the Green one – Appendice is an extension of the 2023 same name travel project.
An old military map of the Massa (MS) area where a shiny track stands out is installed on the double bed headboard belonged to my parents rotated 90 degrees to a makeshift bulletin board (as used in military garrisons).
The map is held up by grenade shrapnel my father collected as a child in wartime, while the clamp, the lath, and of course the whole joint is my own work.
That bed was a safe shelter. When I was told off by adults, sliding under it with the skill of a cartoon superhero used to be the praxis and assurance of escaping punishment. Down there they were not able to reach me. Growing up that shelter became more and more inaccessible until it was unusable, but even today some indecipherable graffiti and the remains of a Panini sticker from the 1982 FIFA World Cup preserve the memory of that carefree time. On the other hand, my work on the military map consists of having added both in map and legend, the golden line that refers to the most westerly part of my travel route through the Gothic Line territories. Action, recognizable but almost mimetic emphasizes the ambiguity of concepts such as time and space.
a gold line through the Green one – Appendice is an extension of the 2023 same name travel project.
An old military map of the Massa (MS) area where a shiny track stands out is installed on the double bed headboard belonged to my parents rotated 90 degrees to a makeshift bulletin board (as used in military garrisons).
The map is held up by grenade shrapnel my father collected as a child in wartime, while the clamp, the lath, and of course the whole joint is my own work.
That bed was a safe shelter. When I was told off by adults, sliding under it with the skill of a cartoon superhero used to be the praxis and assurance of escaping punishment. Down there they were not able to reach me. Growing up that shelter became more and more inaccessible until it was unusable, but even today some indecipherable graffiti and the remains of a Panini sticker from the 1982 FIFA World Cup preserve the memory of that carefree time. On the other hand, my work on the military map consists of having added both in map and legend, the golden line that refers to the most westerly part of my travel route through the Gothic Line territories. Action, recognizable but almost mimetic emphasizes the ambiguity of concepts such as time and space.
