Fading Colours
Heritage, as part of the BAM (Biennale della Art Meditarene)
Palermo, Italy
November 2019
Heritage was the title organizer Egle Oddo gave to this wonderful event in Palermo. What we leave behind.
I had a huge photo (200 x 80 cm) of myself laying belly down on the floor that Klaus Welp made in 2005. My preparation was to cut the photo in 16 stripes of 2 meter: 30 meters with a small pair of scissors. On the back of each stripe I wrote a title of one of the many art actions I presented in the last twenty years. I google translated the titles in Italian and numbered the stripes so that together they would form the original picture again. I was ready to go.
The action consisted of 16 small actions. I would start with randomly taking a stripe from my suitcase, read out the title aloud and reenact (part of) the mentioned art action but without any props, just me, the ait and the audience. After each action I taped the stripe in the right order above the doorway from the gallery space to the backroom. After 16 small reenactments the stripes were hanging like a fly curtain, picturing me head down falling from the sky.
Palermo, Italy
November 2019
Heritage was the title organizer Egle Oddo gave to this wonderful event in Palermo. What we leave behind.
I had a huge photo (200 x 80 cm) of myself laying belly down on the floor that Klaus Welp made in 2005. My preparation was to cut the photo in 16 stripes of 2 meter: 30 meters with a small pair of scissors. On the back of each stripe I wrote a title of one of the many art actions I presented in the last twenty years. I google translated the titles in Italian and numbered the stripes so that together they would form the original picture again. I was ready to go.
The action consisted of 16 small actions. I would start with randomly taking a stripe from my suitcase, read out the title aloud and reenact (part of) the mentioned art action but without any props, just me, the ait and the audience. After each action I taped the stripe in the right order above the doorway from the gallery space to the backroom. After 16 small reenactments the stripes were hanging like a fly curtain, picturing me head down falling from the sky.
