Kurz Pause

 

Rest in peace, nice idea.

An evening walk back to hotel from the restaurant where I just had dinner, in a peripheral district north of Bologna. I'm not aware of the amount of people that would be able to spot it and elaborate any thought about. The road, walled by bricks and concrete, promises to be one of those fast lanes where people rush either to office or home without space for thoughts. As the two colleagues that made me company walk on taking care of not falling out of the very narrow sidewalk, I stop over and a few questions open up.

Apparently, I'm in front of a sign of protest. The metaphor needs no explanations. The inscription is only there to contextualize and reinforce a sense of finality, reminding and suggesting how some promising thoughts can be prematurely discarded or neglected. I'm not sure if the artwork is triggered by some personal life experience. Am I in front of a message of abandonment of creativity and pursuit of innovation? After all, the artist had his opportunity to express his thoughts. His creativity was exercised.

 

Lobby's Butterflies

 

Where the streets have no name

Ripples

They're all looking at me

There's nothing better than diving into the crowd and acting like a weirdo to win a growing sense of reluctance, shame, extreme cautiousness, lack of self-confidence and shorten the distance that you have put between you and yourself.

The icon and its shadow

Free entrance ballet

Waiting for better winds

Make yourself heard

Titles