I am back, after crazies days. In the last weeks I did 2 exhibitions, one in Pescara and one in London. I was there and if you have a couple of minutes I will tell you everything.
The 22th Dario Miale, Valeria, Maria Carmela and I moved from Grottaglie to Pescara were we had to show Made in Italy for our Sano/sano project. Into the Circolo Aternino, an AMAZING place, we had three floors to set all our photos and pieces. Here you will find some pictures.
It was really funny to look at our pieces for the first time in a so institutional place, with institutional visitors and approach. In Pescara we had time to eat and drink. It was there that I ate the worst felafel in my life. It’s happened on Sunday when everybody moved back to Grottaglie and I was alone waiting to flight to London.
I spent like 9 hours at the Pescara’s airport the most empty place in the world. In London Crispino (Primato Pugliese ideator) was waiting for me. I had another show, an amazing show located in a wonderful location. As you read in the last post into the Melia there was the Art-rooms (click here) from the 24th to the 26th of January. When I arrived there Crispino did most of the work, sold pieces and took connection.
For the first time I was showing my pieces in London and I was really interesting to see the reaction of the people. It was GREAT. Thanks to Crispino that made a great presentation all the visitors and journalists were enthusiastic about my pieces. You can see what I mean looking at some press-release.
– Libero (click here)
– I giornaleoff (click here)
– The flaneur (click here).
After it I had a little time to steal something really important, met one of the friends that I planned to meet, had junk food, going to the Casino and fell sick. It is official London is not the right place for me to survive. Too many languages and metro stops. One afternoon while I was walking I start to become crazy about all the people, shops wi-fi connection. I decided to run away into a desolated station far from the center. I ordered my tea and I finished to read one of the best book ever. You have to read Sepulveda. Believe me, i cried for like 10 minutes like a child at the end of the book. Thank you Sepulveda, thank you Pescara, thank you London. Thanks to you, too.