To Read again is an hard job for those

                                    who are not used to forget.


A cabinet of curiosities was an encyclopedic collection in Renaissance Europe of types of objects whose categorial boundaries were yet to be defined. They were also known by various names such as “Cabinet of Wonder”, and in German “Kunstkammer“( i.e. art-room) or “Wunderkammer” (i.e. wonder-room). (source: Wikipedia EN)

When you are not used to have a fixed home, it's quite difficult to hold and, most of all, to recover a personal treasure chest of memory.

It happens often to me, when I'm going back my parents' home, to recover the usual things that let you travel through the time: your favorite t-shirt, a souvenir from a travel for your parents (so they know you thought about them), old birthday presents, the bottle of a drink in limited edition. Once I found also old letters, and postcards. Now less and less.

This has been always my Wundkerkammer, the museum of myself. Objects I love holding to be able to recompose the underlevels of my memory, when you hit them on. Like when you cross an old street, which only to you can reveal those stories, that you already know because they are cherished inside you.

Wunderkammers are considered the first step of the concept of the actual Museum. Huge collections of "extraordinary objects", collected for the pure taste of holding them, which belonged to a private sphere of a single person, in order to be developed in a collective heritage for everyone.

Collecting implies the replacement of a shielded object, very often a loved one, in an open object which offers itself to the world, emanating new possible shared values.

D. wrote about our story, it was 2008. An e-mail. No physical tangible form I could collect in my wonder room. This no-form appears by chance in the flow of my everyday.

He wrote me about his doubts about our differences. about the worlds that detach us, according to him. About closed and open contexts. About the "Art World" and the "World". About the boundaries between the so called "High Culture" and "Low Culture". But we can't identify how this relation of heights works and is compared with what.

To shift my extraordinary object/no-object in a physical form, through the machineries of Art, implies for me a further little piece of my Wunderkammer as a shared value, through the same system that years ago separated me and D. Now it brings us back together.

Dragging up my simple things that tell my stories, it's inside me I discovered my Wunderkammer. But who doesn't reread the past, forces himself to reread always the same story.

And it's like never break up.

Wunderkammer - The Birds

Chestnut Framed Photo glazed Print,

cm 30 x 45

Wunderkammer - The Email

Chestnut framed Email, silver glitter powder

cm 21 x 27

Rileggere è un mestiere difficile

per chi non è abituato a dimenticare.

(en. To Read Again is an hard job for those who are not used to forget.)

Mixed Media

(pottery fragments, silver glitter powder, print on paper)

in-site sized.