Detailed Preview of
"abbi cura di te" Domestic Exhibitions
December 10th 2020
My travel notebooks, sometimes I open some of those that I
keep well organized in the Studio Library, I smell the paper and every time I return with my mind to the places described, among the people I frequent and the emotions I experienced.
On every trip I make, I always carry with me a box of watercolours and a booklet which I fill with drawings and annotations, I love to write and draw; it is an activity that helps to understand and subsequently supports memories, so later these notebooks allow me to mentally travel to those places again.
In this Domestic Exhibition, my memories return to China, Portugal and Granada. Places of intense life, culture, nature and traditions that were worth visiting and trying to understand.
Tribute to Giorgio Morandi
On quarantine days the yellow house was a constant presence, it looked into our window and allowed only a small rectangle of sky to emerge, where life flowed.
* Photos by Stefano Anzini
We are time and gaze.
We are time and space.
We are time, within rhythms, sequences that slow down and accelerate our sight, slow down or accelerate the perception of our time.
The transition between day and night marks a time often made of magic and poetry where some details reveal unexpected surprises and not revealed intimacy if we don't look away and slow down our time.
Summer on My Canvas
During this period, I have started painting my dreams. we were not able to travel but dreaming summer is always the best part of my paintings.
In this painting, I am at Capri on a boat and I curated a Sunbed with a glass of wine.
Three paintings by
Begum Kadioglu- Fashion Buyer
08 Juna 2020
I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border.
During the segregation months at home, we have been time partners.
Me and the plants on my terrace; involuntary companions every year, but this time is chosen.
I could not avoid observing its birth, growth, fatigue. And it came naturally to take care of them, to make our closeness turn into mutual attention. They treated me, I tried to cure them. And to tell it. The title is the verse of a song by Belle & Sebastian, other trusted companions of the pandemic time, and not only; a song whose name is a call to hope, after months of darkness: Another sunny day.
Italy in 300 Images
You can also travel while stationary, just by leafing through a book of B&W photographs, images of our beautiful country, Italy.
Food, Nature, Living:
My Room between Inside & Outside
The room, which I have built over time, between architecture, adventure and nature, is my privileged space, space where my good ideas are born, where the gaze goes beyond the window, towards the landscape, into nature.
The place where I draw, I design, I eat my natural food, where I rest and dream, but I wake up and it becomes real, I look at the paintings, the images, I accumulate the memories, the objects, the books, the passions… basically where I live.
A room all to myself, the result of a constant ecological work of recycling objects, colours, furnishings, and much more. The room that represents me as a person, architect, researcher, the southern Mediterranean of the World.
The shoes that take you nowhere,
Designing shoes that you can’t wear anywhere.
During the quarantine, since no one could go out, no one would wear shoes, so I, as a shoe designer, made some shoes that cannot be worn outside anyways. A collection of conceptual shoes including 4 series, called: Bouquets, Dark Room, Cassette, Matisse where each series were inspired by an object from my past.
It all started when I realized I finally have the time to clean up and organize all the closets and drawers which I haven’t open for ages while doing so I found some objects that haven’t had seen for years, like old photos, the cassette player of our old answering machine with my grandparent’s voices on them who have been passed away 20 years ago, music and videos of my childhood among many other objects from my past. So, I combined the objects from my past with the objects that I create today and came up with a collection made of dreams.
Close and Personal
Some might say that every photography curator is a failed (or aspiring) photographer. I started taking photographs as a teenager, both to capture memories and for the sheer fun of it; then (and increasingly during my architectural studies) as a means of visual note-taking; finally, my camera ‘training’ has enabled me to create images that feel very personal rather than documentary.
Details are arguably easier for amateur photographers, as they rely more on a good eye than on technical knowledge and professional equipment. [..] As I mainly photograph when I travel, this virtual exhibition is made of ‘fragments’ of places I visited in the last ten years or so – comforting reminders of a world outside the confines of my home.
An album of 75 photographs by
Valeria Carullo - Curator of photographs
18 June 2020
In One Hundred Years of Solitude book, a flood hits Macondo for almost two consecutive years: someone is constantly struggling to build drains and repair homes, someone else indulges in them languidly.
At the end of the rain, the Arabs in the bazaar appear calm: they survived without problems, swimming.
Recreate a personal collection with the books and art objects of a lifetime that would help remote teaching, opening worlds.
* Photos by Simona filippini
During the lockdown, I spent a lot of time picking up the photographic services dedicated to certain architectures that I have created over the years. At that time, mainly lived in the closed space of my house, I was attracted above all by the photographs that depicted windows, and by those in which I had looked for the outside.
I have chosen a few of them, giving shape to a landscape that is a collage of many different windows and many different views. The room is also a camera, and every photograph is a window.
We’ve Been Here Before
The desire to grow in less easy moments without losing hope for an even more interesting future like spaghetti alla Carbonara.
Spaghetti alla Carbonara, a relatively recent recipe, born in the years after the Second World War, in the Italy of rebirth, when the country was crossed by great enthusiasm, by a desire to grow, to feel good, even eating at the table, after years of hardship and hunger, a recipe without paternity, a precise date and place of birth. Reading this article on Italian cuisine made me think of the same thing we are facing, the lockdown and the desire to grow up by accepting the hard situation and trying to give everything to create even more beautiful things than before. I chose this dish because it shows hope, creation, innovation with its simple raw materials, accessible for everyone. I paired it with local white wine, a soft and fresh Verdicchio to make us understand that life is all beautiful.
Must spent the night
[Video per "Sound, Space or Time" con Shirin Neshat, 2018].
A poetic parallel between life and the sea, open horizons, fantasy, dreams, future, hope.
Contexts / Coincidences to abuse to survive
Due to the everything-shared-connected era, we live in, sometimes distant contexts may seem superficially similar, because some of their elements can coexist more than once, simultaneously. So coincidences occur.
2020 and it's locked down situation, brought me and perhaps everyone, closer to the intimate spaces around us, while making us feel them deeper and inspire us. For me, it has been this wall.
This wall, this particular corner of the house it’s like a temporary exhibition of things that are important to me not only for their artistic value but also for the memories they bring to me. Some of the pieces “exhibited” on this wall are original, a collage, some paintings, pieces of photography, from various artists. Some others instead are made by me, a sketch, a photo and of course “The Moto”. This artwork represents my passion for technology and I think that Razr is a brilliant example of it. This phone changed the history of cell phones, gave value to the design and the attention to details. Having this piece hanging on the wall it’s like having the tech history of the past 20 years at home. And that is how I felt I have a museum of museums.
We are what we remember!
On February 28th, the press conference of Alain Berset, head of the Federal Department of Home Affairs of Switzerland, about the measures against coronavirus has been a turning point for my 2020.
From a hectic nomad life and feelings of modern empowerment, I found myself settling in my hometown, powerless about the situation.
Here’s where I met you
When I received the email that asked me to come out with a project for Abbi Cura di Te, I was in my bed and barely awake. The idea that immediately came to me, was to represent this duality between being in contact with reality (with duties and memories) and still be caught in the cloudiness of a dream. This collection of ideas was initially recorded through a text and then visually evolved into a video, which talks about an unspecified but very precise place and an unspecified but very precise person. I like to think that both these elements are part of a vision of the mind, uncertainly set between a memory and a desire. A fairy tale.
Here’s where I met you. And here’s where I started growing old. Here’s where I started using the term “home” again without feeling guilty. Here’s where you and I held hands. But where is here? And who are you? “Here’s where I met you” is a video exhibition about an imaginary place and an imaginary subject, set between a dream and a reality. It’s somewhere and someone you saw once, slipping through sleeping and waking.
STIMA was born during the COVID19 lockdown.
Closed in my house, I could only look out the windows, relationships between strangers were not allowed, this limitation led me to try to know more about the people I could not meet. Imagine and then discover.
From my position, I tried to understand and imagine who were the people close to me, my neighbours. I asked myself several questions about them, I chose 5 and I represented the analysis of these data on 5 posters. Specifically, I analyzed the 2 stairs of my building (staircase A and B), each staircase has six apartments. One or more people live in each apartment. People have therefore become values: each value corresponds to a person. After having entered all the data that I had collected, on the basis of an estimate, I asked through a short questionnaire, the same 5 questions to those directly concerned. Some of their answers are obviously different than what I had imagined. The answers given by my neighbours are then corrected by hand on the printed original.
The project gave me several foods for thought, made me understand how much we are linked to the concept of proximity. We know much more about the people who are close to us and almost nothing about those who are outside our field.
The further we go, the less we know. It made me realize that there are people close to me that I didn't know. In the end, the project tried to become a means, a communication bridge with these people. Unfortunately, only the people from 3 apartments decided to answer the survey, the 3 closest to mine.
A crocodile in the yard. Lockdown in Brussels
Being in a place where you plan to stay alone for a few days. Instead, this place turns into your home for months.
On the threshold of the courtyard, torn from who knows what garden fountain of a bourgeois villa with aristocratic pretensions, a stone crocodile, of no artistic value, but it does not matter: it surprises discover that it remains threatening no more and no less than a live crocodile.
Now he is there, alone, motionless, in the courtyard; forever imprisoned.