2009, La casa degli Artisti partecipa al 14° Milano Film Festival
2008,Storia di Biciclette senza nome è in tour mondiale con il Bycicle Film Festival!
2007, Attenzione Talento Cinema FNAC, contributo per la realizzazione del documentario "Storia di Biciclette Senza Nome",
Villanova in Corto 2007, "Indo(l)or" vince nella sezione Ricezione Libera come Miglior Cortometraggio,
Cortacquario 2007, "Indo(l)or" vince nella sezione Miglior Montaggio
"La Casa degli Artisti", venne costruita nel 1911 per ospitare studi di artisti (tra gli altri, Fabro, Buzzati, Ferroni e Chet Baker). Chi la abitava l'ha mantenuta in piedi, curata e animata. Dal 20 settembre 2007 è abbandonata e desolata a seguito dello sgombero ordinato dal Comune di Milano.
"La Casa degli Artisti" - literally the "House of Artists" - was built in 1911 in order to host some artists' studios (among them, Fabro, Buzzati, Ferroni, and Chet Baker). The people who lived in it kept it running, well-groomed and animated. Since September 20th 2007 it has been neglected and deserted, as Milan's municipality ordered its evacuation.
tra le particolarità utilizziamo il super8 che fa parte della nostra memoria, il contatto con la pellicola, l'attesa per lo sviluppo, il non poter schiacciare il tasto rew e rivedere ciò che abbiamo filmato, ci inebria: siamo analogici!
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Who I'd like to meet: filmmaker, artisti, grafici, creativi in generale, associazioni culturali, gallerie e galleristi, spazi di controcultura e di altra-informazione, più in generale:
persone che lottano per far si che la struttura della comunicazione non rimanga chiusa!
Romborama is the fruit of one day of shooting and two and a half months of scratching, torment, solitude, anxiety and inspiration…. To achieve the right degree of confusion.
I lacerated 15000 frames on a 35mm film.
Then I added letraset, colour and in the end I applied the screentones, used by designers to emphasize the colour contrast.
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Pierre Pinoncelli, a French performance artist was arrested for striking Marcel Duchamp's "Fountain," with a hammer, at a Dada exhibition at the Pompidou Center in Paris.
The porcelain urinal was only slightly damaged. The artist, who back in 1993 also urinated into the same urinal and also struck it with a hammer at a show in Nîmes, France, has a long history of organizing destructivist "happenings"
He has claimed that his action was also a work of art, and in fact a tribute to Duchamp and other Dada artists who had made their name by challenging the very definition of art.
The Pompidou's "Fountain" is one of eight signed replicas made by Duchamp in 1964. The original fountain, a conceptual gesture, made in 1917, when first exhibited at the Society of Independent Artists in New York was rejected for being neither original nor art.
That version of the factory cast urinal, displayed by being flipped upside-down and signed R. Mutt, was subsequently lost. This recent attack by Pinoncelli will ignite more debate around the question as to "What is art?"
In 1993 Pinoncelli was jailed for one month and fined approximately $37,500 for urinating in Duchamp's "Fountain" in the Carré des Arts in Nîmes. He later said he wanted "to rescue the work from its inflated iconic status and return it to its original function as a urinal"
-Alfred Stieglitz, Photograph of Duchamp's Fountain (1917)-
-Konstantinos Kondylis - Berlin 1936, Olympic Torch-
Sometimes men need the winds most, at other times waters from the sky, rain descendants of the cloud. And when a man has triumphed and put his toil behind, it is time for melodious song to arise, laying the foundation of future glory, a sworn pledge securing proud success.
For Olympian victors, such acclaim is laid in store without limit, and I am eager to tend it with my song.
"It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal." — E. M. Forester
