Across…
Oh, I’m back. Unfortunately I’m in a very messed up situation. Final essay, exams, eviction, all together!
OLIVETTI M40: Finally you are writing something!
Shit, the machine is already hot! It’s Eleonora’s fault, one of my flat-mates, who took (her) fan saying that she needed it!!! Well then… as I was saying… yep, … after the meeting…
OLIVETTI M40: Meeting? Are you talking about the aperitif of the pratello football club?
…after the aperitif with the web expert…, the engineer LittleRoller…
OLIVETTI M40: Rollo, the jurist.
Yeah, yeah him… Well, after the aperitif, in conclusion, I decided to post slowly, very slowly each of my artwork in order to get some direct comment or judgment.
Therefore let’s begin. Maybe, I should start from my first work or from my last painting (Net of “Nettism“) and proceed backwords, but since I’m an obstinate supporter of the irregularity, I will post as first “Across…”, that does not take part of any period.
OLIVETTI M40: excuses, excuses. Of the last painting you don’t even have the video and for the other ten , you have one picture of only one!
Damn it, I can’t even write two lines that I get interrupted! Anyway, I will post you “Across…” with the slideshow of the last generation which I learnt how to use today.
Do you want to know a little hint about the painting? But don’t get ashamed though! The little man is made out of plaster.
OLIVETTI M40: And so what? What’s so strange about it?
Well, the strange thing about the plaster and the cotton lints that I made the little man with, is that they are the ones which I used when I had my arm broken. Here is the picture:
OLIVETTI M40: Disgusting!
Ah,I’m sorry, these are the feet of a friend of mine! The picture was in the same folder ” rotten things”.
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This is instead the picture of my cast between the umbrellas of a croation little beach. There was an unsubstainable heat and I had to take absolutely a swim. Therefore, I took it off with a little knife!I kept beacuse i needed it for the insurance that supposedely had to pay me. Passing through Budapest and Lecce (on a flaming FIAT UNO), I brought it back to Bologna, where it was transformed into the little man of “Across…”
OLIVETTI M40: Terrible!
Terrible what? Look who is talking that you are spreading smoke all over, stinking of kebab? Fuck, it’s my fingers actually!!! I have to go. bye everyone.
P.s. The last thing before showing you my work, to make you understand that I was not the only crazy one over there in Istria that day…check this out:
A painting left for a long time, starts to fall in pieces. The man painted inside awares of his “being” behind a canvas and breaking down the limits in which he always existed, he overlooks into a new reality.
