Per fare il morto a galla in montagna immagina

Outdoor multimedia installation
Wood and iron 600x100cm,
fabric, capoc, wire, wood, acrylic paint 140x60x20cm,
loop video projection 1'
2022
Photo by Davide D’Ambra

The sea in the mountain is something that I know it all too well.
On summer Sundays, when I was a child, we didn’t go to the beach although it was only twenty-minute drive from my home. On Sundays, my family always went to my grandparents’ mountain home.
We were all together, we help our grandparents, we ate together, and we rested under the trees, in the shade.
Sometimes the warmth was stifling and the shade of the huge oak tree couldn’t to dampen the mugginess, so my daddy, without t-shirt and in shorts, would go up in the house rood with a basin full of water to slash the first poor soul. Everything happened on the sly, when endless lunches took their toll on the stomach and crickets sang.
Daddy never took me to the sea; I don’t have any memories with him on the seaside.
Daddy never reminds me of the sea, but he always takes back me to the sea.
This artwork is composed by a sculpture, a sentence and a video projection. It tries to recreate my drawing on Lunetta11’s grass in 3 dimensions. The latter is used like a drawing paper.

Acrylic, wax colour and bic pen on paper 21x29,7cm