Andy Warhol’s exhibition grounded me; before that, everything felt unreal to me, almost illogical — in its consumption as much as in its perspectives. It’s astonishing how one of his bean cans or the silkscreen of Liza Minnelli transported me into a sensitive, tangible present. My idea of Pop Art is the raster image, the pixel, a single pixel.

Andy million pips

  Andy Warhol’s artworks are truly remarkable — each one similar to the others, yet different in its own content. I liked them so much that I even pulled a measuring tape out of my backpack to measure one, and wow, what pop art. The dimensions are pretty much the same across all his screen prints. Someone so distant managed to give me such joy. Well done, Andy Warhol.

I didn’t really think it would happen; in the last room they displayed the most beautiful pieces possible.

Andy Warhol show in Ferrara

 

I couldn’t wait for this: an Andy Warhol exhibition has opened in Ferrara, and I’m definitely going. Life is surprising, because I’ve spent so many hours online looking at his artworks, watching interviews on YouTube, reading his biography — and now his works are being shown just a short distance from my home. Life is surprising; people do amazing things.

ANDY WARHOL - Mostra a Palazzo dei Diamanti | Ferrara Arte

Mattia Moreni

Visiting museums and a few art galleries, I’ve realized something.  

Yesterday I went to see an exhibition by the artist Mattia Moreni. I joined the guided tour, and the guide enlightened me by explaining that the artist essentially moved from a material, tactile form of art—where the colors seemed to emerge physically from the work—to a flat art, aligned with the surface of the canvas.  

The constructions from this later period partly depicted communicating cyborg-like figures, created around the same time as early Windows programs such as Photoshop, and so on.  

In this section, you can also notice the disappearance of the “deprived beings” that appeared in his material works.  

And then the artist’s shoes… present from the very beginning, until they finally appear as real objects in a display case right before you exit!

To sail in the ocean

  Sure, the sky in Northern Europe isn’t as sunny as in the Mediterranean, especially in the in‑between seasons like spring and autumn. But if I’m in those places with a sailboat, I have everything to gain in terms of wind: it stays steady in both direction and strength throughout the day, and under a high‑pressure system the night is calm. Yes, the currents are strong, and sometimes—even with all the sails up—you find yourself stuck at zero knots. But there are the tide tables, and after all there’s the change of direction that pushes the boat beyond what its sails can do.

The night in the Channel

 The world has only one sky lit by the stars; for the Mediterranean seagull, the light is endless, because the sea reflects the starry sky all around his own sailboat. The mainsail lights up white, and the crosswind, swelling it, turns it into the shape of the moon. The moon is often disappointing, because it shows itself full only for a few days. In the Channel the night lasts little, and it always marvels at how fast time passes; the night, with relief, is short, and the seagull touches the sky with a finger. The North Star, at high latitudes, is so close to the horizon that if I rested my chin on that fair‑weather window, it would fall into my hair. And here is Piero the surly one, gripping the helm in his sea and thanking the moon, which red announces the arrival of the Sun. He warms everything, the tiredness of sleep disappears, and tomorrow returns.

I like sports

  These days Italy is hosting the Olympic Games. After crossing the finish line and claiming victory, the Italian skier is embraced by the two other contenders for the podium, who congratulate her for securing her place with an exceptional time. It’s an embrace that brings peoples together — a gesture that some have compared to the way the cells in our body unite when they are somehow injured.