<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:56:26.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Room MADRE</title><subtitle type='html'>La programmazione della Project Room del Museo Madre di Napoli ha avuto inizio nell'ottobre 2007 ed è stata affidata per il primo anno di attività alla curatela di Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo che hanno svolto un'attività rivolta soprattutto alla ricerca e all'attenzione verso esperienze artistiche giovani e di proposta.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-2056588244976191038</id><published>2008-05-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:06.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASSROOM #1 - workshop a cura di SALVATORE LACAGNINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SDCEAlEPwCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/37_iOGfcfwA/s1600-h/quattrocento_colpi_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SDCEAlEPwCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/37_iOGfcfwA/s320/quattrocento_colpi_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201802715097710626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;A partire dal &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 maggio fino al 2 giugno&lt;/span&gt; 2008 il Museo MADRE ospita il workshop Classroom #1, a cura di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salvatore Lacagnina&lt;/span&gt; - curatore indipendente, già direttore della Galleria Civica di Arte Contemporanea di Siracusa - con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo&lt;/span&gt;, curatori della Project Room, con il contributo organizzativo di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francesca Boenzi&lt;/span&gt;, curatrice indipendente e responsabile del progetto Exposito – Osservatorio Giovani Artisti Napoli.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Inserito nella programmazione della Project Room del Museo, il workshop vede la partecipazione di giovani artisti napoletani e ricercatori di altre discipline: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Francesco Bordo, Celesta Bufano, Christian Carrozza, Danilo Correale, Christian Costa, Giulio Delvè, Federico Del Vecchio, Maria Adele Del Vecchio, Corrado Folinea, Alberta Laurentino, Domenico Antonio Mancini, Luca Mattei, Ventina Miorandi, Moio e Sivelli, Pasquale Pennacchio e Marisa Argentato, Carlotta Sennato, Annamaria Tammaro, Eugenio TIbaldi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Partendo dai presupposti di apertura e scambio di conoscenze tra diversi campi che sono alla base delle produzioni di cultura contemporanea, il workshop è fondato sul concetto di &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduzione&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Il progetto nasce dalla constatazione semplice ma inequivocabile che l’idea di traduzione si è&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;negli ultimi anni spostata e allargata: da stretto ambito di passaggio tra codici linguistici diversi, a fondamento di ogni percorso conoscitivo che si confronti&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;consapevolmente con&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la società e le infinite possibilità di rappresentazione e approcci conoscitivi e interdisciplinari. Attraverso il coinvolgimento di rappresentanti di varie discipline e ambiti di ricerca – dall’arte alla filosofia, alla sociologia, al teatro – si analizzeranno le problematiche relative al passaggio tra codici espressivi diversi e alla realizzazione di una comunicazione efficace e responsabile. Si indagheranno, dunque, le modalità con cui un sociologo può utilizzare gli strumenti dell’arte, l’arte può diventare strumento di lettura dei fenomeni sociali e incidere sull’azione politica, la scienza può essere &lt;i style=""&gt;tradotta &lt;/i&gt;dall’arte in valori simbolici.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Il workshop si articolerà in una serie di lezioni-incontro con &lt;i style=""&gt;visiting professor&lt;/i&gt; nazionali e internazionali, curatori e artisti, attori di teatro, professori di fisica, di filosofia, di linguistica, storici dell’arte.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sono previsti incontri con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:11;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bianco Valente, Rossella Bonito Oliva, Gennaro Carillo, Adam Szymczyk, Alberto Manco, Flavia Mastrella e Antonio Rezza, Diego Perrone e Lily Reynaud-Dewar, Giulia Piscitelli, Alessandro Rabottini, Peter Saville, Marinella Senatore, Padraig Timoney&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saranno messi a disposizione dei partecipanti una serie di spazi all’interno del museo da utilizzare come studio durante lo svolgimento dei lavori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Al termine delle tre settimane di workshop sarà allestita negli spazi del museo MADRE, una mostra che raccoglierà i risultati delle discussioni e delle riflessioni sviluppate nel corso delle settimane precedenti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span x=""&gt;&lt;span xstyle="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;From May 15 to June 2, 2008 the Madre Museum will host the workshop Classroom #1. The workshop will be included in the schedule of the Museum’s Project Room and will be open to young Neapolitan artists and researchers of other disciplines. It will be curated by &lt;st1:personname productid="Salvatore Lacagnina" st="on"&gt;Salvatore Lacagnina&lt;/st1:personname&gt; – independent curator, former director of the Civic Gallery of Contemporary Art in Syracuse – in collaboration with Gigiotto Del Vecchio and Stefania Palumbo, curators of the Project Room, with the contribution and organizational support of &lt;st1:personname productid="Francesca Boenzi" st="on"&gt;Francesca Boenzi&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, independent curator and person in charge of the project: Exposito – Young Artists Observatory Naples. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Given the openness and exchange of knowledge that lay at the basis of contemporary culture, the workshop will be based on the concept of &lt;i&gt;translation&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The project takes its cue from the simple and unmistakable realization that in the past few years the idea of translation has changed and somewhat enlarged its scope: from being a mere passage from one linguistic code to another, to being the foundation of any cognitive process that deliberately confronts itself with the society and the countless possibilities of representation and of cognitive and interdisciplinary approaches. By involving representati&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:personname&gt; of various disciplines and fields of research – arts, philosophy, sociology, poetry, history, theatre – the workshop will analyze the issues related to the passage between different expressive codes and to the development of an efficient and reliable communication. We will see how a sociologist can use the tools of art, how art can become a key to interpret social phenomena and affect political action, and how science can be &lt;i&gt;translated &lt;/i&gt;into symbolical values by art. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The workshop will be organized into a series of lectures-meetings held by &lt;i style=""&gt;visiting professors &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Italy and abroad, theatre actors, teachers of physics and of philosophy, art historians, sociologists, &lt;/span&gt;literary critics, and poets. During the workshop the artists will have a space available in the Museum to use as a studio. At the end of the three-week works the MADRE Museum will mount an exhibition that will display the results of the discussions developed during the workshop. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-2056588244976191038?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2056588244976191038/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=2056588244976191038' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/2056588244976191038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/2056588244976191038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/05/classroom.html' title='CLASSROOM #1 - workshop a cura di SALVATORE LACAGNINA'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SDCEAlEPwCI/AAAAAAAAAYs/37_iOGfcfwA/s72-c/quattrocento_colpi_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-3403163748062201549</id><published>2008-04-25T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:06.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOM 4 / CELESTA BUFANO 27 aprile - 5 maggio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SBI__MwvRCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/asBlSlUkzXw/s1600-h/selfP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SBI__MwvRCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/asBlSlUkzXw/s320/selfP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193283675301561378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;27 APRILE – 5 MAGGIO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CELESTA BUFANO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OPENING DOMENICA 27 APRILE ORE 18.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Per l’ultima mostra del progetto Four Rooms lo spazio dedicato del museo si trasforma nella “Living Room” – installazione site specific, 2008 – di Celesta Bufano (Napoli, 1984), uno spazio personale animato da immagini e colori che provengono direttamente dal mondo e dalla storia dell’artista. La trasposizione fisica di quella che è la scatola magica di Celesta, dove ogni cosa, ogni oggetto, immagine o pensiero si trasforma in una possibilità artistica, un’esperienza che porta con sé le mille suggestioni e testimonianze dei viaggi che hanno portato Celesta Bufano in giro per il mondo. Il viaggio come amplificazione estrema del concetto di movimento, di dinamismo, così come del concetto di conoscenza dell’altro, di ciò che non si può semplicemente spiegare, ma si deve vivere, sulla propria pelle. In questo senso è arte di strada che si trasforma nei tanti segni trovati nei luoghi più diversi, che parlano delle persone più diverse e compongono la visione caleidoscopica della vita, propria dell’artista; un luogo dove stare e dove tornare, un punto fisso nella sua geografia rotolante. Memorie composte come codici da interpretare, come luoghi da scoprire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Una composizione al ritmo dei canti delle donne africane quella realizzata da Fortuna Del Prete, un modo per provare a entrare nel mondo vorticoso dell’artista e provare a fermarlo per un attimo raccontandoci cosa è riuscita a scorgere leggendo i suoi pensieri che vanno al contrario.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…TRA SOFFOCAMENTI E PRESE D’ARIA… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di &lt;st1:personname productid="Fortuna Del Prete" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;FORTUNA DEL PRETE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…Mi vidi costretta a sedere sul divano pulito, rammendato con arazzi meravigliosi. Colpirono gli occhi di tutti. E poi la musica era favolosa. Favolosa etnica popolare radicale viscerale povera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tutto pieno, una stanza. Una stanza un giardino un paradiso. Il Paradiso dei Pochi. Ma popolare. Entrare in uno spazio e riempirlo tutto, di luci, di colori, di fogli, carte pennelli foto bambole presente passato scrivania computer….ahhhhhh…bello…ma mi soffoca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Disagio. Troppo pieno. Troppo tutto. Troppo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hai un paradiso. Hai &lt;st1:personname productid="la terra. Hai" st="on"&gt;la terra.  Hai&lt;/st1:personname&gt; uno sguardo panoramico. Un terzo occhio. E movimenti che danno l’idea di un perenne stato d’eccezione. Foto. Stop. Foto. Stop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dietro la casa che ci sarà? Dietro la stanza che ci sarà? Ci sarà un dietro? Si si si. Togliti le scarpe, vai con i piedi nella terra bagnata fertilizzata pesante. Che tiene i piedi legati, il corpo immobilizzato. A pensarci bene, resterei qui, in questo paradiso. Sembra una pazzia, ritagliarsi una stanza, una stanza tutta per sé, fuori dal tempo. Dove il pane lo faccio con le mani e l’odore dei mandarini e dei limoni e del basilico mi inebria. Assuefatta tanto quasi da dover scappare. Magari dietro un albero o sopra un albero, sentire la bellezza di un solo momento e la sua precarietà. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Per poi cadere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;La corda era troppo allentata, il gioco non è andato molto bene. Il rischio è stato troppo. Potevo farmi male. Naaaa. Il terreno è bagnato, pieno d’acqua, la terra mi avrebbe trattenuta mi avrebbe cullato. “Ogni posto è come casa”, in fondo, o forse è una nuova casa. Ti ci vuole sempre un po’ di tempo per abituarti agli odori delle case. Casa, dolce casa. Sento odore di casa, questa maglia sa di casa, mmm…il cibo. Casa. Familiarità. Ricercarla nei gesti degli altri e negli sguardi dell’altro che ti sfiora mentre arriva dalla direzione opposta alla tua, stesso lato, stesso passo, di chi si incontra negli “spostamenti”. Torni a casa. La casa, la tua casa. Dove c’è &lt;st1:personname productid="la stanza. Un" st="on"&gt;la stanza. Un&lt;/st1:personname&gt; falso disordine, una regola da comporre. Confondo e sovrappongo. Mi diverto. A metà tra un album fotografico tridimensionale e immagini immaginate archiviate ma esposte. Sarà questo fumo, o forse una volontà di ricostruire sempre un viaggio mentale e di restituirlo a chi mi viene a trovare in questo angolo di paradiso. Io ti invito sai, ti faccio rotolare tra le mura della stanza e inventare tutto di nuovo, da capo, ti lascio creare il tempo del tuo viaggio, ti porto per mano nelle allucinazioni del viaggio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se vuoi, ho un po’ di musica…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Duerme, duerme negrito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que tu mama estas nel campo, negrito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…trabajando, trabajando duramente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trabajando si&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trabajando e no le pagan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Por negrito chiquitito, por negrito si&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apumba chicapumba chicapum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ogni viaggio è guidato da una melodia primordiale, come lo sfondo della ricerca e della sperimentazione, della creazione più immediata. Scandisce il ritmo delle azioni, dà un senso ai pensieri e alle emozioni. Il cammino esperenziale soggettivo ha una forte attrazione per quello che sta aldilà, ma si nutre, in una forma quasi primitiva, di quello che è stato, che non abbiamo conosciuto a fondo e solo annusato. Il piacere di partire dall’immaginazione, di decostruire formule di vita comune, continuamente stare nel gioco della vita, nel giogo emotivo della vita, sul filo dell’acrobata, sulla terra degli uomini, tra soffocamenti e prese d’aria, tra gli e – e&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;e gli o – o.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Intravedere l’orizzonte e arrivarci.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ieri sera sono caduta dalla bicicletta. Mi sono sbucciata i gomiti e graffiata il naso, le mani stavano bene, solo un po’ arrossate. La mia casa era lontana. Le gambe non mi reggevano un granché.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ieri sera sono andata a letto tardi. Ho perso Tempo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E’ che stavo rotolando nelle forme colorate dei miei occhi chiusi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;27 APRIL – 5 MAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CELESTA BUFANO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OPENING SUNDAY 27&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of APRIL 6.00 p.m.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For the last show of the Four Rooms project the dedicated space of the museum is turned into a “Living Room” – the site-specific installation created in 2008 by Celesta Bufano (Naples, 1984), a personal space animated by images and colours belonging to the artist’s world and history. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The physical transposition of Celesta’s magic box, where everything, every object, image or thought is turned into a form of art, an experience that carries with itself the countless fascinations and stories collected by Celesta Bufano during her journeys around the world. The journey is seen as an extreme exaggeration of the concept of movement, dynamism, just like the concept of knowing the other, that which cannot be explained but needs to be experienced in the first person. In this respect hers is street art that turns itself into numerous marks found in different places, that tell of different people and make up the kaleidoscopic vision of life, typical of the artist; a place to stay and to go back to, a permanent point in her rolling geography. Memories that are formed like codes to be interpreted, like places to be discovered. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fortuna Del Prete’s composition has the rhythm of African women’s songs. She tries to get into the artist’s whirling world and stop it for a moment so as to tell us what she saw reading her thoughts that go backwards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…AMONG SUFFOCATING OBSTRUCTIONS AND AIR OUTLETS…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by &lt;st1:personname productid="Fortuna Del Prete" st="on"&gt;FORTUNA DEL PRETE&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…I had no choice but to sit on the clean sofa, darned with wonderful tapestry. It drew everyone’s attention. And the music was fantastic. Fantastic ethnic popular radical visceral poor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The room was packed. A room a garden a paradise. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paradise&lt;/st1:place&gt; of the Few. But a popular one. Getting into a space and filling it completely, with lights, colours, sheets, papers brushes pictures dolls present past desk computer..... ahhhhhh….it’s so beautiful....but it suffocates me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Unease. It’s too full. Too much everything. Too much. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paradise&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You have Earth. You have a panoramic outlook. A third eye. And movements that make one think of a perpetual state of exception. Picture. Stop. Picture. Stop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What is there behind the house? What is there behind the room? Is there a behind? Yes yes yes. Take off your shoes, put your feet into the wet fertilized heavy earth. Which binds your feet and immobilizes your body. Come to think of it, I would stay here, in this paradise. It seems foolish, carving out a room, a room of my own, out of time. Where I make bread with my hands and the smell of tangerines and lemons and basil inebriates me. I become so inured that I almost want to run away. Maybe behind a tree or on a tree, feeling the beauty of one single moment and its precariousness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then falling down. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rope was too loose, the game didn’t work well. The risk was too high. I could have got hurt. Naaay. The ground is wet, full of water, the earth would have held me back, cradled me. “Every place is like home”, after all, or maybe it is a new home. It always takes some time to get accustomed to the smells of the houses. Home sweet home. I can smell home, this sweater smells home...mmmhhh...the food. Home. Cosiness. You look for it in other people’s gestures, in the look of the other person coming from the opposite direction and almost touching you, same side, same pace. You go back home. Your home. Where your room is. A mess that is not a real mess, but rather a rule to be created. I scramble and overlay. It’s fun. Halfway between a 3D photo album and imagined imageries, archived yet shown. It’s probably because of this smoke, or maybe it is an attempt to trace a mental journey and to show it to those who come and see me in this corner of paradise. You’re invited, too. I’ll make you roll between the walls of the room and I’ll let you re-invent everything, from scratch, I’ll let you create the time of your journey, I’ll take you by the hand through the hallucinations of the journey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you want, I’ll put some music on...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Duerme, duerme negrito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que tu mama estas nel campo, negrito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;…trabajando, trabajando duramente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trabajando si&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trabajando e no le pagan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Por negrito chiquitito, por negrito si&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Apumba chicapumba chicapum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every journey is driven by a primordial melody, like the background of research and experimentation, of the most immediate creation. It sets the pace of actions, makes sense of thoughts and emotions. The experiential path of the self longs for what is beyond, but – quite primitively - it feeds on what has already been, on what we couldn’t get to know in deep and of what we just had a glimpse. The pleasure of starting from imagination, of deconstructing common lifestyles, always playing the game of life, through the emotional yoke of life, on the acrobat’s tightrope, on men’s earth, among suffocating obstructions and air outlets. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Catching a glimpse of the horizon and getting there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday night I fell from the bicycle. I skinned my elbows and scratched my nose, my hands were fine, just a little reddened. I was far from home. My legs could hardly carry me any longer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday I had a late night. I wasted Time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was rolling in the colourful shapes of my closed eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-3403163748062201549?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3403163748062201549/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=3403163748062201549' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/3403163748062201549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/3403163748062201549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/04/room-4-celesta-bufano-27-aprile-5.html' title='ROOM 4 / CELESTA BUFANO 27 aprile - 5 maggio'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SBI__MwvRCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/asBlSlUkzXw/s72-c/selfP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-2849477614247445441</id><published>2008-04-11T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:06.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOM 3 / CORRADO FOLINEA 13 - 21 aprile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R_-BhkutCSI/AAAAAAAAABs/JzlSWvBIfeA/s1600-h/blackpainting_los.angeles_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R_-BhkutCSI/AAAAAAAAABs/JzlSWvBIfeA/s320/blackpainting_los.angeles_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188007709549332770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13 – 21 APRILE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CORRADO FOLINEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OPENING DOMENICA 13 APRILE ORE 18.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Il lavoro di &lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Corrado Folinea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, seppure si mostri secondo canoni estetici propri dell’arte concettuale - installazioni minime e piccoli gesti compositivi - conserva al suo interno un’importante carica narrativa e metaforica. Ideali quali conoscenza, analisi, appropriazione, si manifestano attraverso interventi in cui disegno, fotografia, video, installazioni compongono la rosa di possibilità espressive utilizzate dall’artista. Un enorme fascio di cozze può essere significante di tanto; immobilità, un certo parassitismo, l’assimilazione, il nutrimento continuo. Un’installazione in cui la presenza di altri importanti dettagli sottolinea che l’insieme degli elementi è il fattore che costruisce ma che può anche annullare definitivamente il racconto di una storia. Sebbene &lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;Corrado Folinea&lt;/st1:personname&gt; tenda al racconto allo stesso modo cerca di non svelare troppo, di restituire apertura all’opera e possibilità allo spettatore. Così un suono indefinito suggerisce le ovattate profondità marine e un’immagine proveniente dalla serie “Black Paintings”, le oscure possibilità della visione.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lo spunto filosofico che questi vari elementi possono suggerire è il tema che caratterizza il testo di &lt;st1:personname productid="Christian Carrozza" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Christian Carrozza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt; “Immersi in questo cielo”. La sua riflessione parte dalla figura suggeritagli dall’uomo come guscio vuoto, parassita di questa vita che ha difficoltà a ritrovare la giusta consapevolezza di sé e delle sue sacre potenzialità.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IMMERSI IN QUESTO CIELO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;di&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;st1:personname productid="Christian Carrozza" st="on"&gt;CHRISTIAN CARROZZA&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nauseabondo agglomerato, fragili molluschi avvolti da un guscio oscuro simile ad una notte senza alba, una notte senza un domani, di cosa sto parlando? Dell’ Uomo ovviamente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Divisi ognuno nel proprio guscio, vagabondi ciascuno nel proprio mondo, eppure, misteriosamente uniti, aggrappati disperatamente l’uno all’altro, l’uno sull’altro, l’uno contro l’altro! E’ il dilemma dell’ Uomo che dentro di sé porta la natura di tutte le cose… ma lui, una sua, ancora non la possiede… allora cresce aggrappandosi dove e come può.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lotta per la sopravvivenza, solo questo? Allora no!... non c’è un domani! Eppure dentro il guscio, dentro le nostre carni qualcosa ruggisce senza voce, è l’ anima… la bestia che brama amore nelle viscere dell’ Uomo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;E’ un essere formato nel caos (…) se ne sta solo, inalterabile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Circolando ovunque senza esaurirsi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;(Laozi XXV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Stolto è l’ Uomo che ha seppellito il suo cuore tra le fauci della bestia, egli non è altro che un guscio vuoto. Che invano, avidamente, stringe una vita che non è tale. E all’ombra di sé aspetta in modo furbo e servile la sua preda, levandosi alla sera la sua maschera da Uomo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Conforto credi di trovare nella notte del cuore?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Ascolta, rifletti, la domanda è più importante della risposta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Siamo convinti davvero che questa carne menzognera che ci avvolge sia la realtà? Quanto di più falso? E solo… che non vogliamo vedere, e solo… che non vogliamo ascoltare la verità che agogna la nostra estinzione. E dormiamo imprigionati in questo guscio di carni ,dove… esistendo e basta, viviamo nei pressi di noi sognando, un giorno, di uscire a giocare. L’unica certezza che rimane è la coscienza dell’impotenza… a ben ragione ,allora , distogliamo lo sguardo incarnando l’effimero. E dentro irrimediabilmente qualcosa si spegne, e mai più si sveglia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Torna al vero tempo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;alza lo sguardo, respira… sei vivo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;che ne farai di te?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Solo tu puoi deciderlo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Immersi in questo mare chiamato cielo, l’Uomo percorre il suo tempo cercandosi senza mai trovarsi. Cerca il suo dono, il suo talento, ma non lo trova, non lo vede poiché su di esso egli si siede. Il falso tempo scorre… e lassù, oltre il mare nulla appare.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Siamo convinti che questo guscio sia il fine… il prodotto terminale, ma esiste la possibilità, seppur remota, che esso sia solo un mezzo… è una consapevolezza profonda, silenziosa… se l’ Uomo non spezza il guscio prima del tempo morirà senza essere mai nato. Per una seconda volta l’uomo uscirà dalle acque. Spezzate il guscio di questo mondo prima del ritorno del grande Pescatore, altrimenti… poveri gusci mai esistiti… sperate di avere almeno un buon sapore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;– 21 APRIL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;CORRADO FOLINEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OPENING SUNDAY THE 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of APRIL 6.00 p.m.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although it follows the aesthetic canons of conceptual art - minimal installations and small compositions - &lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;Corrado  Folinea&lt;/st1:personname&gt;’s work has a strong narrative and metaphorical power. Ideals such as knowledge, analysis, appropriation are attained through the artist’s wide range of expressive possibilities: drawings, photography, videos, installations. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A huge bunch of mussels can mean a lot of things: immobility, a certain parasitism, assimilation, continuous nourishment. In this installation the presence of other important details shows that all the elements together can reveal a story, but also conceal it for good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Corrado Folinea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; tends to reveal, but at the same time he tries not to reveal too much, to leave space for an open interpretation of the work by the spectator. In fact he uses an indefinite sound to evoke the muffled sea depths and an image drawn from the “Black Paintings” series to conjure up the obscure possibilities of the vision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The philosophical cue offered by these various elements is the theme that pervades &lt;st1:personname productid="Christian Carrozza" st="on"&gt;Christian  Carrozza&lt;/st1:personname&gt;’s text “Immersed in this sky”. In it Man is compared to an empty shell, a parasite in this life who finds it hard to regain awareness of himself and his potentials.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;IMMERSED IN THIS SKY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;by&lt;b&gt; &lt;st1:personname productid="Christian Carrozza" st="on"&gt;Christian Carrozza&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nauseating agglomerates, fragile molluscs wrapped in a dark shell like a night without dawn, a night without tomorrow - what am I talking about? Men, of course. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Each closed in his own shell, wanderers in their own worlds, and yet something mysteriously unites them, they desperately hold on to one another, one above the other, one against the other! This is the Man’s dilemma... he has the nature of all things inside of himself, but he hasn’t got a nature of his own yet... then, he grows up hanging on to what he can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fight for survival, is this what it’s all about? If so....there’s no tomorrow! Yet, inside the shell, inside our flesh something roars voicelessly: it is our soul.... the beast craving for love in the bowels of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Man.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;It is a thing formed in chaos (…) it stands alone and never changes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;It pervades everywhere and never becomes exhausted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;(Laozi XXV)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foolish is the Man who buried his heart into the jaws of the beast, he is nothing but an empty shell. He eagerly holds on to a life that is not a life. And in the shadow of himself he cleverly and servilely awaits his prey, and drops his Man’s disguise at night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Do you think the night of your heart will bring you comfort?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Listen, think, the question is more important than the answer. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do we really believe that this untruthful flesh that envelops us is the reality? How false! The thing is...we just don’t want to see, we just don’t want to listen to the truth that yearns for our extinction. And so we sleep, trapped in this flesh shell, where we just exist and nothing else, dreaming that one day we will go out and play. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The only certainty we’re left with is the awareness of our powerlessness.... we then avert our gaze and embody the ephemeral. And something inside fatally dies off and never comes to life anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Go back to the real time,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;raise your eyes, breathe… you’re alive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;what will you make of yourself?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Only you can decide it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Immersed in this sea that they call sky, Man goes through his time looking for himself and never succeeding. He looks for his gift, his talent, but he can’t find it, he can’t see it because he is sitting on it. The false time passes by... and up there, beyond the sea, nothing appears. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We’re convinced that this shell is the terminus... the end product, but there is an off-chance that it is just a medium... it is a deep, silent awareness... if Man doesn’t break the shell before time, he will die without ever being born. For the second time Man will come out of waters. Break the shell of this world before the great Fisherman returns, otherwise... poor never-existed shell ... just hope you taste good at least. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-2849477614247445441?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/2849477614247445441/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=2849477614247445441' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/2849477614247445441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/2849477614247445441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/04/13-21-aprile-corrado-folinea-opening.html' title='ROOM 3 / CORRADO FOLINEA 13 - 21 aprile'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R_-BhkutCSI/AAAAAAAAABs/JzlSWvBIfeA/s72-c/blackpainting_los.angeles_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-3239989832672783740</id><published>2008-03-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:06.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOM 2 / GIULIO DELVÈ 30 marzo - 7 aprile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lsyOGd_QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qrfQifzmYJI/s1600-h/untitled0_video_still.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lsyOGd_QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qrfQifzmYJI/s320/untitled0_video_still.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181792456300952834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;30 MARZO – 7 APRILE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;GIULIO DELVÈ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;OPENING DOMENICA 30 MARZO ORE 18.00&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La serie “Tumbleweed” (termine inglese usato nelle comunicazioni radio militari per esprimere richiesta di informazioni nel caso in cui si dia una scarsa consapevolezza della situazione), che rappresenta il primo corpo maturo di lavori di &lt;b style=""&gt;Giulio Delvè&lt;/b&gt;, si sviluppa sulla base di un interesse generale dell’artista per la meccanica, per i dispositivi interessanti, meccanismi da studiare e da riprodurre, da egli stesso assemblati, ai quali affida, in alcuni casi, anche la riproduzione artificiale di movimenti e suoni elementari che l’artista stesso non riesce a compiere naturalmente. Per Giulio Delvè la “macchina” ha ancora un’anima analogica, semplice nella sua complessa articolazione. L’esigenza quindi di capire, di reagire alla potenza distruttrice della tecnologia el&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;eva&lt;/st1:personname&gt;ta alla sua estrema potenza è espressa in un gesto immediato e preciso: quelli che dovrebbero essere efficienti mezzi da guerra, diventano delle sagome imbalsamate, immobilizzate da una semplice garza che ne blocca i movimenti e ne benda la memoria. Il video – Untitled (&lt;i style=""&gt;Tumbleweed series&lt;/i&gt;), 2007 – smaschera l’impotenza, la follia della tecnica al servizio della forza bellica; il lamento ripetuto di un maniaco imbrigliato in camicia di forza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Il testo di &lt;b style=""&gt;Flora Visca&lt;/b&gt;, che accompagna la mostra, analizza quello che potrebbe definirsi lo stato mentale dell’uomo dopo l’avvento della tecnologia imperante. Un’analisi in prima persona delle implicazioni etiche prodotte dalla “macchina” e dal suo iniquo utilizzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;NESSUNA OMBRA OLTRE &lt;st1:personname productid="LA MIA" st="on"&gt;LA MIA&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;di&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;st1:personname productid="FLORA VISCA" st="on"&gt;FLORA VISCA&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; è l’eco di una voce che sento dentro me, un grido silenzioso, emesso non solo dagli uomini, ma anche da altri esseri viventi, da elementi inanimati, dalla natura stessa dell’umanità. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dal fondo del terzo millennio arriva l’assordante frastuono di un motore, un rumore forte che mi ottunde la mente…la “macchina” prende l’abbrivio per partire, ma viene quasi immediatamente arrestata da un ostacolo che si trova dietro la macchina stessa e che, in virtù di questa posizione, quasi si rende testimone di un’impossibilità che è all’origine del complesso meccanico. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La macchina si “ostina” nella reiterazione della stessa operazione. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mi guardo intorno, i miei occhi cercano di comprendere chi possa aver dato l’avvio a quella macchina, ma non vedo altre ombre oltre &lt;st1:personname productid="la mia. L" st="on"&gt;la mia. L&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;’idea che non ci sia nessuno a manovrare quel dispositivo mi incute una certa angoscia perché, improvvisamente, sento che quella macchina, nella quale dovrei ravvisare una traccia di umanità, in realtà, è completamente altro da me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ho l’impulso di fuggire, allontanarmi, liberarmi… ma la sua patologia in&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;te, ormai, anche me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Il battito del mio cuore comincia ad accelerarsi, alimentato dalla paura, accompagnato dall’idea che davanti a me ci sia qualcosa che non riesce a sentirlo, questo battito, che non sa che io esisto, non sa neanche che essa stessa esiste. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mi viene subito in mente che una macchina non è auto-cosciente, di conseguenza non può auto-governarsi; non è in grado di pensare, di sentire ed elaborare le mie stesse emozioni. È un sentimento ambivalente quello che provo, l’istinto è quello di fuggire, la necessità è, invece, restare. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;In ogni caso sento di non potermi sottrarre alla presa del grande automa bendato perché esso è presente, con differenti sembianze in ogni aspetto della vita del mondo: è sui campi di guerra, nelle strade della città, negli spazi lavorativi, nella mia casa, sulla mia scrivania, nelle tasche dei miei &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;titi, è nello schermo della tv, tra i giochi dei bambini. È presente sul corpo e nel corpo; la sua presenza invasiva e totalizzante opera uno svilimento della vita stessa: entra in essa e la trattiene, la imbriglia, la paralizza, la modifica, la costringe a mutare le proprie condizioni e abitudini. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ma la vita non è soltanto schiacciata dalla macchina; esiste, ad opera dell’uomo, un particolare tipo di macchina in grado, addirittura, di distruggere la vita: è la macchina da guerra, la più mostruosa delle invenzioni umane, simbolo di un’ambizione spregevole, ancora viva negli animi degli uomini contemporanei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Quand’ero bambina pensavo che la guerra fosse una cosa lontana da me sia nel tempo sia nello spazio. Avevo l’ingenua convinzione che essa fosse un argomento così passato da studiarlo nei libri per questa ragione. Crescere ha significato anche apprendere l’amara verità che, in realtà, la guerra è presente, anche quando è assente; non importa dove si svolga una guerra, quanto lontana essa si da me, perché io la sento, sento la sua ingiustizia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;La guerra non la capisco, anche se me la spiegano, non la capisco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Improvvisamente mi viene voglia di &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;tire nuovamente i miei panni di bambina per dar vita ad un sogno, magari attraverso uno di quegli innumerevoli disegni che facevo da piccola. Disegnerei un’enorme macchina da guerra, avvolta in tanti lacci e li terrei stretti fino a svegliarmi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;30 MARCH – 7 APRIL &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;GIULIO DELVÈ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;OPENING SUNDAY 30 MARCH 6.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The “Tumbleweed” series (tumbleweed is a term used in military radio communications to request information about an on-going situation) is the first mature work by &lt;b style=""&gt;Giulio Delvè&lt;/b&gt;. It draws on the artist’s interest for mechanics, complex devices, mechanisms to be studied and replicated, that he assembles himself and that he sometimes uses to artificially reproduce elementary movements and sounds that he is not capable of making naturally. For Giulio Delvè the “machine” has still got an analogical soul, simple and complex at the same time. Therefore the need to understand, to react to the destructive power of high technology is expressed in a straightforward manner: powerful war equipment become&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;embalmed silhouettes, immobilized by a simple gauze that prevents them from moving and bandages their memory. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The video – Untitled (&lt;i style=""&gt;Tumbleweed series&lt;/i&gt;), 2007 – reveals the powerlessness, the foolishness of technique at the service of war; the repetitive groan of a maniac bridled in a strait jacket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The text written by &lt;st1:personname productid="Flora Visca" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Flora  Visca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt; for the exhibition&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;analyses what&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;could be defined as the man’s state of mind after the appearance of the powerful technology. A first-person analysis of the ethical implications of “machine” and its iniquitous use.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;NO SHADOW BUT MINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;by&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;st1:personname productid="FLORA VISCA" st="on"&gt;FLORA VISCA&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Tumbleweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; is the echo of a voice that I hear inside of me, a silent cry let out not only by men, but also by other living beings, by inanimate elements, by the very nature of humanity. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;From the bottom of the third millennium there comes the deafening noise of an engine, a strong noise that blunts my mind....the “car” gathers way to start, but it is almost immediately stopped by an obstacle that is located just &lt;i style=""&gt;behind&lt;/i&gt; the car itself and that becomes, for the position it occupies, the witness of the impossibility that lies at the origin of the mechanical device.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The car reiterates the same operation over and over again with obstinacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I look around, my eyes trying to understand who started the car, but I see no other shadow but mine. The idea that nobody is controlling that device gi&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; me anguish because I suddenly feel that the car, in which I should spot some trace of humanity, is instead completely alien to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I impulsively want to run away, go far, free myself.... but I am affected by the same pathology of the car by now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;My heart starts to beat faster because I am scared, because of the idea that in front of me there is something that cannot hear that beat, that doesn’t know I exist, doesn’t even know it itself exists. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It suddenly comes to my mind that cars are not self-conscious, and as a consequence &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;they can’t drive themsel&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt;; they cannot think, nor feel the emotions I feel. I have mixed feelings...on one side I want to run away, on the other I feel the need to stay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;In any case I feel I can’t escape the grip of the big blindfold automaton because it is present, under different guises, in every aspect of life: on the war fields, on the city streets, in the workspaces, in my home, on my desk, in the pockets of my clothes, on the tv screen, in children’s games. It is on the body and inside the body; its invasive and all-absorbing presence debases life: it penetrates it and holds it, it bridles it, paralyzes it, modifies it, and forces it to change its habits. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;But machines do not just crush life; man, in fact has created a particular type of machine that can even destroy life: the war machine, the most hideous of human inventions, the symbol of a despicable ambition, still alive in the heart of the contemporary man. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;When I was a child I thought that war was something far from me both in time and space; I naively believed it was something that belonged to the past and in fact you study it at school. Growing up I had to face the bitter truth that war is present also where it is not present; no matter where a war is taking place, or how far it is from where I am, I still feel it, I feel its injustice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I do not understand war, even if they explain it to me, I just do not understand it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;It makes me want to go back to when I was a child, and bring a dream to life, maybe through one of many drawings I used to make at that time. I would draw a huge war machine, wrapped in a lot of laces, and I would hold them tight until I wake up. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-3239989832672783740?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/3239989832672783740/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=3239989832672783740' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/3239989832672783740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/3239989832672783740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/room-2-giulio-delv-30-marzo-7-aprile_25.html' title='ROOM 2 / GIULIO DELVÈ 30 marzo - 7 aprile'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lsyOGd_QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qrfQifzmYJI/s72-c/untitled0_video_still.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-7372252611649262637</id><published>2008-03-25T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:07.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROOM 1 / LUCA MATTEI - CARLOTTA SENNATO 16 - 24 marzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lseuGd_PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NNwORbZyy0Q/s1600-h/Untitled003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lseuGd_PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NNwORbZyy0Q/s320/Untitled003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181792121293503730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;16 – 24 marzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Luca Mattei" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;" lang="FR"&gt;Luca Mattei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;" lang="FR"&gt; / &lt;st1:personname productid="Carlotta Sennato" st="on"&gt;Carlotta Sennato&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;" lang="FR"&gt;OPENING DOMENICA 16 MARZO ORE 18.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La ricerca artistica di &lt;st1:personname productid="Luca Mattei" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Luca Mattei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; e &lt;st1:personname productid="Carlotta Sennato" st="on"&gt;Carlotta Sennato&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/b&gt; avviene separatamente, ma alle volte segue un tragitto comune che, come in questo caso, porta a dedicare la loro attenzione ad una realtà appartata, isolata, un mondo circoscritto con le sue regole e le sue leggi. L’installazione – &lt;i style=""&gt;Senza titolo&lt;/i&gt;, 2008 – è un’opera il cui punto di partenza, soprattutto intellettuale, è &lt;st1:personname productid="la fotografia. La" st="on"&gt;la fotografia. La&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; fotografia quale attitudine e strumento a disposizione della narrazione, così come il video, altra forma di racconto che spesso ricorre nel lavoro dei due artisti. Raccontare del piccione viaggiatore, dove vive, da dove parte, racchiude in sé infinite possibilità d’interpretazione, di metafora, di altri possibili scenari. Un’analisi delicata ma al contempo intensa che pare descrivere la storia personale dei singoli protagonisti, dando ad ognuno di loro la possibilità di essere per una volta unici, di distinguersi dalla massa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Questo lo spunto da cui ha preso forma il testo di &lt;st1:personname productid="Marina Vagnoni" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Marina  Vagnoni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ogni volta che torno&lt;/i&gt;, che accompagna &lt;st1:personname productid="la mostra. La" st="on"&gt;la mostra. La&lt;/st1:personname&gt; giovane studentessa di filosofia ci lascia immaginare un mondo di relazioni complesso, paragonabile a quello umano, che prende vita nello spazio ridotto delle cellette di una piccionaia, sul terrazzo di una metropoli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OGNI VOLTA CHE TORNO &lt;/span&gt;di&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MARINA VAGNONI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ogni volta che torno, e da lontano vedo quel tetto pieno di buchi che si avvicina, ho la sensazione di entrare in un ricamo. Mi ci avvento dentro, e respiro gli odori.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gli altri mi aspettano: mi hanno avvistato già da un certo tempo, e si rilanciano strombazzando la notizia della mia venuta. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O anche non mi aspettano: qualcuno ha occupato il mio angolo, e devo vagare per un bel po’ elemosinando asilo, finchè uno mosso a pietà non si decide a farmi posto accanto a sé. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certo ne siamo proprio tanti! Ma tanti davvero. A volte la terra pare che si muova per il calpestìo dei nostri piedi. A volte quasi mi spavento nel vedere una forma simile alla mia, troppo simile, quasi mi vedessi in uno specchio.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L’ultima volta non volevo proprio partire: raramente a casa si era respirata un’aria così distesa, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;calorosa. Sarà che molti erano in viaggio, e di spazio ce n’era tanto. Si canticchiavano vecchie strofe, dalle frasi oscure: cieli che si chiudono, ricami e tele, caldo, gelo.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho raccolto minuscoli fiori da sistemare in un angolino del mio cubicolo, e altre piccole cose per chi si mostrerà tanto pietoso da farmi posto, dopo, nel caso non dovesse più essercene per me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi riempio gli occhi di immagini e mi impregno di odori, da offrire in dono a chi mi avrà aspettato. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stavo pensando a come potrebbe il cielo chiudersi davvero. Che da qualche parte possa sbucare un telo, e coprire tutto? Che possa ricoprire il mio buco così da impedirmi di uscirne mai più? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il che forse non sarebbe tanto male: passare tutto il resto del tempo a canticchiare, punzecchiarsi, dormire, godere, annoiarsi, senza più la seccatura di dover raccogliere gli stracci di tanto in tanto e partire. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non dover mai più lasciare la tana, il suo calore accogliente…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Strana figurazione. Non l’avevo mai pensato. Allettante, però. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dormire, e poi dormire…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ma che pensieri stupidi. Chi sarebbe mai tanto grande da poter ricoprire il cielo con un telone? Da poter chiudere tutti i buchi del mio tetto ricamato? Forse Lui, il Grande, che tutto dà e tutto toglie? Lui potrebbe, sì. E lo farebbe, anche. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Questo sole di stamattina è una gioia. Vorrei raggiungerlo solo per confessargli il mio amore. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Però, mentre ti fa ardere così, mentre ti sfiora e ti riscalda e ti rimescola, pian piano diventa lui stesso ardente come brace, e sembra che ti arrostisca, che voglia farsi forte delle tue ceneri. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E qualcuno dice che la griglia sia il destino naturale di tutti noi. Sarà vero? Mah…Farà male? Chissà...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se penso a tutta la distanza che ora mi separa da casa. Alla fatica immane che dovrò fare per ricolmarla. Alla spossatezza di tutto il corpo quando la meta è ormai vicina, ma non tanto ancora da poterla vedere, ed è solo un sentore.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando lei comincia a chiamare da lontano, il vento che mi scorre addosso mi dà slancio invece di frenarmi; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e l’aria diversa, gli odori sconosciuti, i suoni variegati e misteriosi che arrivano ogni tanto non danno più la stessa fascinazione di prima. Sentirsi estranei e soli va bene, ma non per troppo tempo. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comunque, so che lo sforzo che faccio lo sentirò tutto, e lo pagherò tutto, proprio quando comincerò a sentirla l’aria di casa. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E lo pagherò ancora più caro se non potrò trovare libero il mio cantuccio. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E se nessuno volesse più farmi posto, allora sì che sarà dura...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi viene da pensare che, se riuscirò a rientrare nel mio buco, non ne uscirò mai più. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forse è quello che voglio, per giunta. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho una tale voglia di dormire…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ho un tale desiderio di arrivare, che se anche la condizione fosse questa, non esiterei ad accettare; ora che temo che l’aria non mi sostenga abbastanza fino alla fine, non ho il minimo dubbio.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E anche se sembra una cosa senza senso, non so se vedo un ricamo o una tela. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ascolto le voci.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;16 – 24 MARCH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="LUCA MATTEI" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="LUCA MATTEI" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LUCA MATTEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; / &lt;st1:personname productid="Carlotta Sennato" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="CARLOTTA SENNATO" st="on"&gt;CARLOTTA SENNATO&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoFooter" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoFooter" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OPENING SUNDAY 16th of MARCH &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;6.00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: normal;font-size:12;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="LUCA MATTEI" st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luca Mattei&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b&gt; and Carlotta Sennato&lt;/b&gt; developed their artistic research separately. Sometimes, though, a common thread is found, which pushes towards focusing on secluded, isolated reality, like a sealed-off world with its rules and laws. The installation – Untitled, 2008 – is a work whose starting point is photography. Photography as an aptitude and a tool at the service of narration. Narrating about homing pigeons - where they live, where they depart from, lends itself to countless interpretations, metaphors, and other possible scenarios. A deep but delicate analysis that seems to trace the personal history of the main characters, offering them the chance to be unique for once and to stand out of the crowd.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the starting point for &lt;b&gt;Marina Vagnoni’s&lt;/b&gt; text, Everytime I come back, which presents exhibition. This young philosophy senior year student helps us to imagine a complex world of relationships, similar to the human’s: a world that comes to life in a small pidgeon-house cells’space placed on an urban terrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong face="arial"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-7372252611649262637?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/7372252611649262637/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=7372252611649262637' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/7372252611649262637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/7372252611649262637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/room-2-giulio-delv-30-marzo-7-aprile.html' title='ROOM 1 / LUCA MATTEI - CARLOTTA SENNATO 16 - 24 marzo'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lseuGd_PI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NNwORbZyy0Q/s72-c/Untitled003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-5519910449185129454</id><published>2008-03-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:07.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR ROOMS 16 marzo - 5 maggio 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SCI0XHfMgoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jCWG5c5bzlU/s1600-h/IMG_8473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SCI0XHfMgoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jCWG5c5bzlU/s320/IMG_8473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197774491690500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Four rooms è un &lt;b style=""&gt;unico progetto&lt;/b&gt; curatoriale di &lt;b style=""&gt;Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo&lt;/b&gt; che si divide in &lt;b&gt;quattro mostre diverse&lt;/b&gt; in cui &lt;b style=""&gt;cinque artisti inediti – &lt;st1:personname productid="Luca Mattei" st="on"&gt;Luca Mattei&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, &lt;st1:personname productid="Carlotta Sennato" st="on"&gt;Carlotta Sennato&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, Giulio Delvè, &lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;Corrado  Folinea&lt;/st1:personname&gt; e &lt;st1:personname productid="Celesta Bufano" st="on"&gt;Celesta  Bufano&lt;/st1:personname&gt; – &lt;/b&gt;hanno l’opportunità di esporre per &lt;b style=""&gt;dieci giorni&lt;/b&gt; nella project room del museo Madre. Una mostra di gruppo in quattro tempi che dà la possibilità a giovani artisti napoletani di presentare la propria ricerca in un contesto pubblico e di confrontarsi con l’esperienza museale. Uno studio sul territorio che tenta di delineare le nuove possibilità che l’arte contemporanea ha di raccontarsi attraverso le poetiche dei diversi artisti e che tenta di aprire l’arte stessa a nuove letture. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Le quattro mostre sono affiancate da altrettanti testi, scritti da &lt;st1:personname productid="Marina Vagnoni" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Marina  Vagnoni&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;, &lt;st1:personname productid="Flora Visca" st="on"&gt;Flora Visca&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, &lt;st1:personname productid="Christian Carrozza" st="on"&gt;Christian Carrozza&lt;/st1:personname&gt; e &lt;st1:personname productid="Fortuna Del Prete" st="on"&gt;Fortuna Del Prete&lt;/st1:personname&gt;,&lt;/b&gt; studenti della &lt;b style=""&gt;Facoltà di Lettere e Filosofia dell’Università degli studi di Napoli “L’Orientale”,&lt;/b&gt; scelti dalla professoressa &lt;b style=""&gt;Rossella Bonito Oliva&lt;/b&gt;, ai quali è stato chiesto di confrontarsi con l’esperienza dei singoli artisti e di sviluppare la loro personale visione a riguardo, rappresentando un punto di vista nuovo e originale, l’opportunità per confrontare e avvicinare due diversi linguaggi culturali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FOUR ROOMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Curated by Gigiotto Del Vecchio and Stefania Palumbo&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Four rooms is a curatorship project by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;organized into &lt;b&gt;four exhibitions&lt;/b&gt; in which &lt;b&gt;five unestablished artists&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;– Luca Mattei, Carlotta Sennato, Giulio Delvè, Corrado Folinea e Celesta Bufano – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;have the opportunity to display their works for &lt;b&gt;ten days&lt;/b&gt; in the project room of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Madre&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Museum&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It is a group show in four stages in which young Neapolitan artists can present their research in a public context and at the same time be confronted with the experience of exposing in a museum. The project also aims at assessing the contribution of different artists’ poetics to contemporary art,  as well as opening art to new interpretations. The exhibitions will be accompanied by four texts, written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Marina Vagnoni, Flora Visca, Christian Carrozza e Fortuna Del Prete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, students at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;University&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;b&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Naples&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt; “L’Orientale”&lt;/b&gt;. The students, selected by &lt;b&gt;professor Rossella Bonito Oliva&lt;/b&gt;, were asked to look into the works of the five artists and to provide their opinion about them, with the result of having fresh points of view on one hand, and on the other the possibility to make a parallel between two such different cultural languages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;font-size:12;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;Calendario FOUR ROOMS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="Section2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - 24/03 2008 &lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Luca Mattei" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luca Mattei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;strong&gt; /&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Carlotta Sennato" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlotta Sennato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;con testo di &lt;st1:personname productid="Marina Vagnoni" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina Vagnoni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30/03 - 7/04 2008&lt;strong&gt; Giulio Delvè&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;con testo di &lt;st1:personname productid="Flora Visca" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flora Visca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;13 - 21/04 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Corrado Folinea" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Corrado Folinea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;con testo di &lt;strong&gt;Christian Carrozza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/04 - 5/05 2008&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:personname productid="Celesta Bufano" st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:12;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Celesta Bufano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;con testo di &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fortuna  Del Prete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong face="arial"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-5519910449185129454?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/5519910449185129454/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=5519910449185129454' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/5519910449185129454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/5519910449185129454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/four-rooms-16-marzo-5-maggio-2008.html' title='FOUR ROOMS 16 marzo - 5 maggio 2008'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/SCI0XHfMgoI/AAAAAAAAAYk/jCWG5c5bzlU/s72-c/IMG_8473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-6868295734298417358</id><published>2008-03-25T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.EST 2.0 The making of the city/Disegna la tua città - Il secondo progetto della Project Room del MADRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lqvuGd_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mS_3sHaiDF8/s1600-h/opening4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lqvuGd_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mS_3sHaiDF8/s320/opening4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181790214328024274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A partire dal &lt;b style=""&gt;13 gennaio 2007&lt;/b&gt; il Madre ospita nella Project Room &lt;b style=""&gt;N.EST &lt;/b&gt;con&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;N.EST 2.0 The making of the city - Disegna la tua città&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, il secondo progetto a cura di &lt;b style=""&gt;Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; che ha l’obiettivo di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;documentare le&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;trasformazioni urbane attraverso l’arte, la creatività ed i nuovi media.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dal &lt;b style=""&gt;13 gennaio al 25 febbraio 2008 &lt;/b&gt;lo spazio sito nel cortile interno del museo sarà “abitato” per sette settimane da &lt;b style=""&gt;N.EST, &lt;/b&gt;un’&lt;b style=""&gt;opera &lt;/b&gt;in forma di &lt;b style=""&gt;database on-line&lt;/b&gt; curata e diretta da &lt;b style=""&gt;Danilo Capasso e &lt;st1:personname productid="Giovanni Ferrarelli" st="on"&gt;Giovanni  Ferrarelli&lt;/st1:personname&gt; con &lt;st1:personname productid="Massimiliano Rianna" st="on"&gt;Massimiliano Rianna&lt;/st1:personname&gt; e &lt;st1:personname productid="Diana Marrone" st="on"&gt;Diana Marrone&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, che prende il nome dalla &lt;b style=""&gt;zona orientale della città di Napoli&lt;/b&gt; di cui si occupa dal &lt;b style=""&gt;2004&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Il progetto si pone l’obiettivo di &lt;b style=""&gt;testimoniare le trasformazioni&lt;/b&gt; e disegnare proposte di rigenerazione &lt;b style=""&gt;urbana&lt;/b&gt; attraverso lo sguardo e la riflessione di &lt;b style=""&gt;artisti, architetti e creativi di ogni nazionalità&lt;/b&gt;, chiamati a pensare opere e progetti site specific, attraverso una mappa dei luoghi a cui si riferiscono o dai quali traggono ispirazione. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liberamente accessibile in rete all'indirizzo &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.napoliest.it/"&gt;www.napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;, N.EST&lt;/b&gt; scava nelle pieghe della rappresentazione di un territorio reale, &lt;b style=""&gt;la periferia orientale di Napoli&lt;/b&gt;, con l’intento di renderla una tavola di progetto condivisa da altri artisti, architetti, urbanisti, cittadini e portatori di interesse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In occasione di &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;N.EST 2.0 - Disegna la tua città&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, intesa come una vera e propria &lt;b style=""&gt;performance collettiva e progettuale&lt;/b&gt;, gli spazi della Project Room saranno attrezzati come un vero e proprio &lt;b style=""&gt;studio di produzione&lt;/b&gt; e saranno meta di &lt;b style=""&gt;workshop &lt;/b&gt;e &lt;b style=""&gt;incontri settimanali&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;N.EST 2.0&lt;/b&gt; si sviluppa in tre parti, tutte ugualmente importanti e tese a divenire intime con il territorio oggetto dell’artwork e la dimensione progettuale che lo anima anche nella realtà: &lt;b style=""&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt;/progetta, &lt;b style=""&gt;Walk&lt;/b&gt;/partecipa, &lt;b style=""&gt;Talk&lt;/b&gt;/documenta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;La project room, cuore di &lt;b style=""&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt;, ed i suoi spazi esterni si configurano come uno studio/laboratorio e display di contenuti sempre attivo e sempre diverso. I membri del progetto lo useranno &lt;i style=""&gt;day by day&lt;/i&gt; per l’organizzazione e lo svolgimento delle attività programmate negli orari di apertura del museo, tra cui tre laboratori settimanali aperti alla partecipazione del pubblico su presentazione di un progetto e prenotazione (mercoledì, giovedì, venerdì ore 14/20, &lt;a href="mailto:callx@napoliest.it"&gt;callx@napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Walk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; è una serie di 5 visite guidate che viene organizzata e condotta dagli artisti di N.EST nel territorio compreso tra Gianturco, Barra, San Giovanni, Ponticelli. Con un percorso scelto e commentato dagli artisti, introdotto in italiano ed inglese, &lt;b style=""&gt;Walk&lt;/b&gt; vuole creare, insieme al pubblico, una mitologia della zona EST. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Le visite partiranno dal museo Madre tutti i sabati dal 19 gennaio, alle 12.00 con un bus CitySightSeeing. Per prenotare scrivere a &lt;a href="mailto:walk@napoliest.org"&gt;walk@napoliest.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, 6 conferenze domenicali di approfondimento, con ospiti di rilievo internazionale che si recheranno a Napoli per studiare il suo EST, al fine di restituirne una o più visioni progettuali e condividere con il pubblico le attività svolte nella città europee di appartenenza. Il &lt;b style=""&gt;20 gennaio&lt;/b&gt; uno dei principali curatori indipendenti italiani di arte pubblica, &lt;b style=""&gt;Bartolomeo Pietromarchi&lt;/b&gt;, si confronta con &lt;st1:personname productid="Tobias Zielony" st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Tobias Zielony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, artista e fotografo tedesco, sui luoghi di confine e sul ritratto in rapporto all’estetica urbana. Il 27 gennaio il &lt;b style=""&gt;collettivo internazionale Inward&lt;/b&gt;, animato dalla &lt;b style=""&gt;associazione campana&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;Arteteca&lt;/b&gt;, si occuperà di culture urbane a Napoli Est (e terrà uno speciale laboratorio, &lt;i style=""&gt;Writing N.EST&lt;/i&gt;, all’interno della project room nei giorni precedenti). Il &lt;b style=""&gt;3 febbraio&lt;/b&gt; due architetti e imprenditori, &lt;b style=""&gt;Federico de Giuli (Torino)&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b style=""&gt;Mariano Pichler (Milano)&lt;/b&gt; si confrontano con Napoli Est a partire dalle creazioni di Cluster, luogo-progetto culturale di De Giuli (tra i fondatori di Cliostraat), e di Via Ventura ad Est o della nuova Chelsea milanese ad O&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:personname&gt;t (in costruzione a Via Farini). Il &lt;b style=""&gt;10 febbraio&lt;/b&gt; la curatrice tedesca &lt;b style=""&gt;Mjriam Strupperk&lt;/b&gt; ed i &lt;b style=""&gt;media architect berlinesi Realities United&lt;/b&gt; importano la pratica degli schermi urbani e delle media facades. Il &lt;b style=""&gt;17 febbraio&lt;/b&gt;, due tra le più importanti riviste mondiali di architettura, arte e interior – l’italiana &lt;b style=""&gt;Domus&lt;/b&gt; e l’olandese &lt;b style=""&gt;Volume&lt;/b&gt; – &lt;b style=""&gt;fanno conoscenza&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b style=""&gt;affrontano&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style=""&gt;per la prima volta&lt;/b&gt;, una &lt;b style=""&gt;riunione di redazione condivisa&lt;/b&gt;: protagonista Napoli, presenti i direttori (&lt;b style=""&gt;Flavio Albanese&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b style=""&gt;Lilet Breddels&lt;/b&gt;), l’editore olandese &lt;b style=""&gt;Archis&lt;/b&gt; e i redattori &lt;b style=""&gt;Christian Ernsten&lt;/b&gt; e &lt;b style=""&gt;Massimiliano Marchica&lt;/b&gt;. L’ultimo talk ospita &lt;b style=""&gt;Coloco&lt;/b&gt;, paesaggisti francesi membri del collettivo &lt;b style=""&gt;Exyzt&lt;/b&gt;, protagonista di un’inedita esibizione al padiglione francese alla scorsa Biennale di Architettura (Venezia): si concentreranno sull’utilizzo creativo di vuoti urbani.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarà possibile partecipare al progetto rispondendo alla &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;call for entries &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;oppure iscrivendosi ai diversi workshop &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;visitando il sito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.napoliest.it/"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="IT"&gt;www.napoliest.it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; oppure scrivendo direttamente a &lt;a href="mailto:callx@napoliest.it"&gt;callx@napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 67.9pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;N.EST -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Nei suoi quattro anni di attività, N.EST ha partecipato a mostre ed eventi di rilevanza internazionale, quali la Biennale di Venezia (Sensi Contemporanei, 2004, Mostra collettiva Incursione Vesuviana, a cura di Gigiotto Del Vecchio), Fabbrica Europa ( Firenze, 2005). Ha partecipato al Festival della Creatività (Firenze2007) sostenuto dalla Regione Toscana dove ha esibito in anteprima la nuova sezione N.ESTube. Ha partecipato&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;agli Annali dell'Architettura, nella sezione " &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="20.07 in" st="on"&gt;20.07 in&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; Forum Versus"in mostra al Palazzo Reale di Napoli.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Tra i premi ricevuti, Palinsesto Italia (Bologna, 2005), e la conseguente ospitalità al &lt;a href="http://com.pa/" title="http://COM.PA"&gt;COM.PA&lt;/a&gt; 2006 (Roma) con uno stand dedicato (Salone nazionale dedicato alla comunicazione della Pubblica Amministrazione). N.EST è anche finalista alla ottava edizione del Festival Internazionale Videopolis con il documentario " &lt;st1:metricconverter productid="24 a" st="on"&gt;24 a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; Napoli Est". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;N.EST ha partecipato a diverse conferenze di settore (Media and Urban Space, Bauhaus Universitaat, Weimar, Germania, Novembre, 2006; Università di Architettura di Napoli, Giornata nazionale dell'Istituto Nazionale di Urbanisitica 2005 e 2006) o live media event (come l'ultimo Dancing with Domus , invitato dalla prestigiosa rivista Domus in occasione della presentazione della nuova linea editoriale nel maggio 2007). Articoli sono stati pubblicati su Cluster, Il Sole 24 Ore/Nova, RaiTV e Radio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ENGLISH VERSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starting &lt;b&gt;13 January 2007&lt;/b&gt; the MADRE is hosting &lt;b&gt;N.EST&lt;/b&gt; with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;N.EST 2.0 The making of the city - Disegna la tua città&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in its Project Room. This is a project whose objective is to document urban transformations through art, creativity and the new media, curated by &lt;b&gt;Gigiotto Del Vecchio and Stefania Palumbo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From &lt;b&gt;13 January to February 25, 2008,&lt;/b&gt; the space located in the museum’s inner courtyard will be occupied for seven weeks by &lt;b&gt;N.EST, &lt;/b&gt;a &lt;b&gt;work&lt;/b&gt; in the form of an &lt;b&gt;online database edited and directed by Danilo Capasso and &lt;st1:personname productid="Giovanni Ferrarelli" st="on"&gt;Giovanni Ferrarelli&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; with &lt;st1:personname productid="Massimiliano Rianna" st="on"&gt;Massimiliano  Rianna&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; and Diana Marrone&lt;/b&gt;, which takes its name from the Eastern Zone of Naples which it has been actively dealing with since 2004. The project has the objective of &lt;b&gt;recording the transformations&lt;/b&gt; and drafting proposals for &lt;b&gt;urban&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;regeneration &lt;/b&gt;through the eyes and observations of &lt;b&gt;artists, architects and creati&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; of all nationalities&lt;/b&gt;, called on to devise works and site specific projects through a map of the places which they refer to or from which they derive inspiration.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Freely accessible online at the address &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.napoliest.it/"&gt;www.napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;N.EST&lt;/b&gt; del&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; into the recesses of the representation of a real territory, &lt;b&gt;the eastern periphery&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;of&lt;/b&gt; &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Naples&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, with the aim of rendering it a project scheme shared with other artists, architects, urban planners, citizens and stakeholder.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On the occasion of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;N.EST 2.0 – Design Your City&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, understood as a true &lt;b&gt;collective and projectual performance&lt;/b&gt;, the spaces of the &lt;b&gt;Project Room&lt;/b&gt; will be equipped as a true studio/workshop, always active for the presentation of contents.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The members of the project will use it day by day for the organization and performance of the planned activities &lt;b&gt;during the museum’s opening hours.&lt;/b&gt; It is a simple and convivial space, where project and its objecti&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;ves&lt;/st1:PersonName&gt; can be related to the public of observers and active participants, who will be able to stop and compare their ideas with those of the artists or to be in their turn the source of ideas for them.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, from 2.00pm to 8.00pm&lt;/b&gt; starting from the first week and for the whole duration of the exhibition, within the Project Room, together with the artists who are the authors of N.EST, a &lt;b&gt;chosen public of 8 people&lt;/b&gt; will be able to participate &lt;b&gt;in the workshops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.napoliest.it/"&gt;www.napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt; presented in its &lt;b&gt;new version together with N.EST TV&lt;/b&gt; on the occasion of the exhibition at the MADRE. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the production of works and site specific projects which will be published on the database and visible both inside the museum and outside it on the website &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To participate&lt;/b&gt; in the workshops it will be necessary to reply to the public call for entries, using the application form published on &lt;a href="http://www.napoliest.it/"&gt;www.napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; which should be forwarded to &lt;a href="mailto:callx@napoliest.it"&gt;callx@napoliest.it&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Those who do not wish to take part in the workshops but desire to insert their works and projects, may forward them in read-only format during the exhibition. The&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;continuous assembly and editing&lt;/b&gt; of materials for the database will be curated directly by the N.EST artists.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;The works of artists and architects will be extended to the territory which is the object of the work, namely &lt;b&gt;Gianturco, Barra, Ponticelli and San Giovanni a Peduccio&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;through &lt;b&gt;guided tours&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;CitySightSeeing&lt;/b&gt; buses every Saturday &lt;b&gt;starting from January 19, leaving at 12.00am from the&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;MADRE.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Seats can be booked at&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:walk@napoliest.org"&gt;walk@napoliest.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; organized by &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In addition, starting from &lt;b&gt;20 January&lt;/b&gt;, every &lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt; during the duration of the project, &lt;b&gt;lectures and meetings&lt;/b&gt; to explore the relevant topics will be organized with internationally known guest speakers, from the French Exyzt Collective to the architectural reviews &lt;b&gt;Volume Magazine&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Domus&lt;/b&gt;, the entrepreneurs and collectors &lt;b&gt;Mariano Pichler&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Federico De Giuli&lt;/b&gt; (responsible for the regeneration of Eastern Milan and Turin), and the &lt;b&gt;INWARD&lt;/b&gt; observatory, to mention only a few. They will all visit &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Naples&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to study its EASTERN SECTOR, and will present one or more project visions of it and will share with the public the activities carried out in the cities they represent. &lt;b&gt;The talks will be held&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Donnaregina&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; from the 6.00pm to 8.00pm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;N.EST -&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;i&gt;In its four years of activity, N.EST has taken part in exhibitions and events of international importance, such as the Venice Biennale (Sensi Contemporanei, 2004, the collective exhibition Incursione Vesuviana, curated by Gigiotto Del Vecchio), Fabbrica Europa (Florence, 2005). It participated in the Festival della Creatività (Florence 2007), supported by the Tuscan Regional Authority, where it premiered the new &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;N. ESTube&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; section.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;It participated&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;in the Annali dell'Architettura, in the section "&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="20.07 in" st="on"&gt;20.07 in&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; Forum Versus" on display at the &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Royal&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Palace&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Naples&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Awards received include Palinsesto Italia (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bologna&lt;/st1:City&gt;, 2005); was consequently a guest at the&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://com.pa/" title="http://COM.PA"&gt;COM.PA&lt;/a&gt; 2006 (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;) with a dedicated stand (National Fair devoted to the communication of the Public Administration). N.EST was also a finalist in the eighth edition of the Festival Internazionale Videopolis with the documentary "&lt;st1:metricconverter productid="24 a" st="on"&gt;24 a&lt;/st1:metricconverter&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Napoli&lt;/st1:place&gt; Est."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;N.EST&lt;/i&gt; has &lt;i&gt;participated at various conferences in the sector (Media and Urban Space, Bauhaus Universitaat, Weimar, Germania, November, 2006; Università di Architettura di Napoli, Giornata nazionale dell'Istituto Nazionale di Urbanisitica 2005 and 2006) and live media events (such as the most recent Dancing with Domus, as a guest of the prestigious e review Domus on the occasion of the presentation of its new line of publications in May 2007). &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Articles have been published in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Cluster, Il Sole 24 Ore/Nova, RaiTV e Radio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-6868295734298417358?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/6868295734298417358/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=6868295734298417358' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/6868295734298417358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/6868295734298417358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/il-secondo-progetto-della-project-room.html' title='N.EST 2.0 The making of the city/Disegna la tua città - Il secondo progetto della Project Room del MADRE'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lqvuGd_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mS_3sHaiDF8/s72-c/opening4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1084050185757161630.post-9073948731124552251</id><published>2008-03-25T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:48:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARINELLA SENATORE inaugura la programmazione della Project Room del MADRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lptuGd_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NfDB8nSeAVQ/s1600-h/IMGP1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lptuGd_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NfDB8nSeAVQ/s320/IMGP1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181789080456658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A partire da domani 3 agosto 2007, e per tutto il mese di agosto, alcuni luoghi del &lt;b style=""&gt;Museo&lt;/b&gt; diverranno un vero e proprio &lt;b style=""&gt;set cinematografico&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;Il film di&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;Marinella Senatore&lt;/b&gt; sarà il primo appuntamento della nuova &lt;i style=""&gt;project room&lt;/i&gt;, curata da Gigiotto Del Vecchio e Stefania Palumbo. Il Museo Madre, nelle vesti di &lt;i style=""&gt;laboratorio aperto e permanente,&lt;/i&gt; offrirà ai visitatori la possibilità di entrare in diretto contatto con la fase di pre-produzione e di produzione cinematografica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;La sperimentazione artistica di Marinella Senatore si sviluppa anche attraverso il &lt;b style=""&gt;coinvolgimento di non-professionisti&lt;/b&gt;, sapientemente guidati da una troupe di esperti, ai quali ella affida, di volta in volta, le redini della narrazione per una parte di sceneggiatura lasciata volutamente aperta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tutto questo non scaturisce soltanto dalla volontà di avvalersi della creatività spontanea ed innata delle persone rese partecipi, ma soprattutto dalla precisa intenzione di dar vita a quella &lt;b style=""&gt;circolazione di idee, di energia &lt;/b&gt;che l’artista canalizza in un ‘qualcosa’ che parla da solo, che comunica ancor prima della parola scritta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Si viene a creare in tal modo una relazione molto speciale, fortemente intima tra la regista, gli attori ed il pubblico stesso, in una sorta di rievocazione continua che fonde la memoria individuale con quella collettiva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Il messaggio è stato recepito pienamente dai&lt;b style=""&gt; napoletani&lt;/b&gt; che si sono presentati &lt;b style=""&gt;numerosi ai casting&lt;/b&gt; dei giorni scorsi: circa un migliaio, tra telefonate, e-mail e contatti per le audizioni; una cinquantina i giovani che hanno fatto domanda per far parte del reparto tecnico; circa 300 gli aspiranti attori e comparse che finora hanno sostenuto i provini.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tra questi, alcuni danzatori, professionisti e non, hanno dato prova delle loro capacità in vista della coreografia prevista per fine agosto in Piazza del Plebiscito, uno tra i luoghi scelti per le riprese esterne, dove più di 40 ballerini si muoveranno sulle note dei brani musicali composti per i testi della Senatore dai musicisti Luca Toller e Ivan Dalia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;La realizzazione delle &lt;b style=""&gt;scenografie&lt;/b&gt;, diretta dal Professore Antonio Di Ronza, e le scelte costumistiche, rappresentano inoltre un’importante occasione per gli studenti &lt;b style=""&gt;dell’Accademia di Belle Arti di Napoli&lt;/b&gt;, i quali, coordinati dalla docente Adriana de Manes, sperimenteranno direttamente sul campo le proprie competenze. I giovani stagisti provenienti dai numerosi centri d’arte partenopei saranno seguiti personalmente dalla Senatore sul set cinematografico, in una sorta di laboratorio-scuola a tutti gli effetti, che trova il suo fulcro nel Madre, per l’occasione anche museo-casa produttrice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;Marinella Senatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt; (Cava de’ Tirreni, 1977) si è diplomata all'Accademia di Belle Arti di Napoli, ha poi frequentato il Centro Sperimentale di Cinema a Roma e attualmente vive e lavora in Spagna dove insegna sceneggiatura e video all'Università di Cuenca. La sua formazione e le sue esperienze artistiche si collocano in un territorio intermedio, a metà strada tra l'arte visiva e il cinema. Attraverso video, fotografia, installazioni e disegni, l’artista ricompone frammenti di memoria personale costruendo storie fatte di dettagli, ambienti, atmosfere intime di forte intensità emozionale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1084050185757161630-9073948731124552251?l=museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/feeds/9073948731124552251/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1084050185757161630&amp;postID=9073948731124552251' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/9073948731124552251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1084050185757161630/posts/default/9073948731124552251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://museomadreprojectroom.blogspot.com/2008/03/marinella-senatore-inaugura-la.html' title='MARINELLA SENATORE inaugura la programmazione della Project Room del MADRE'/><author><name>Madre Museum /Project Room</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557568776072881037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ApRlpAibrYk/R-lptuGd_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NfDB8nSeAVQ/s72-c/IMGP1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
