Bone Cancer Of The Ankles

left with a bed in a hurry Let

Fragile è la definizione di casa, in bilico tra dove si abita e dove si vorrebbe vivere. Spesso è un luogo indefinito, e i più fortunati trovano la propria casa dentro se stessi e possono vivere ovunque. La mia casa è un progetto che cerca di assomigliarmi, che cerca di farsi riconoscere da chi mi conosce. Forse è qualche cosa di atavico: la ricerca del primo abbraccio appena nati, quel dolce conforto dopo un brusco strappo dalla pace. Eppure c’è chi vive senza casa, alla continua ricerca o alla continua fuga. C’è chi vive negli alberghi del “chi va là”, con la paura che i propri piedi possano essere imprigionati roots. Yet thousands of homes have new guests, thousands of houses built along roadsides, in meadows, woods, along the coasts. Good things become bad things like houses called "green monster" that would be better to call illogical. Each house is something new that is born and something old that disappears is not progress or even evolution, it seems almost a mitotic architecture.
The house is a lot of nothing, a place abandoned and hostile, a collection of items picked up that the previous owners treated it as a waste. These are homes that we must be ready to run fast. These are houses built in the corners, often the center of a major European city. An infinity of invisible and homes without land, sad and annoying when you meet the moral, the same morality that is based on the tale of a king born in a cave. People can not be judged from the house where they live, but from what they know to be comfortable for those who come to visit them.



pictures: Milan, September 11, 2010, abandoned garage.