Réverie vicino al Po
Pigment photo process on cotton paper, light, wax leaves with the writting “dare/ avere” , water, sound , iron box and copper tubes.
In an angle of the room/garden, the empty space created between the copper tubes which work as rainwater collectors, is iluminated by led lamps. On the window the image of the family. the sound of
water is widespread in the space of the installation. On the ground at the junction of the ducts three plates in beeswax, on two of them
is engraved "Give,“in one and "have" in the other.
“Il racconto dell’acqua è il racconto umano di un’acqua che muore.
La Rêverie vicino all’acqua, ritrovando i suoi morti, muore anche essa, come un universo sommerso (…) Gaston Bachelard.
The most human of all water, river water, full of history, which shapes the land and its people, in a constant relationship of giving and taking, a story of life and death. The human landscape created
with the intense collaboration between men and river,ditches, flood,a tension between water of life and water of death. The river , the meeting point. We are there on the threshold, immerse ourselves in our reverie. "
In an angle of the room/garden, the empty space created between the copper tubes which work as rainwater collectors, is iluminated by led lamps. On the window the image of the family. the sound of
water is widespread in the space of the installation. On the ground at the junction of the ducts three plates in beeswax, on two of them
is engraved "Give,“in one and "have" in the other.
“Il racconto dell’acqua è il racconto umano di un’acqua che muore.
La Rêverie vicino all’acqua, ritrovando i suoi morti, muore anche essa, come un universo sommerso (…) Gaston Bachelard.
The most human of all water, river water, full of history, which shapes the land and its people, in a constant relationship of giving and taking, a story of life and death. The human landscape created
with the intense collaboration between men and river,ditches, flood,a tension between water of life and water of death. The river , the meeting point. We are there on the threshold, immerse ourselves in our reverie. "
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