"Last October, on the occasion of the initiatives that celebrate the two hundredth anniversary of the Park of Monza, won the Rottapharm to the big city Brianza installation "Writer" by Giancarlo Blacks. The massive work composed of a chair height of 10 meters and a high table 7.50 and 11 meters wide, made of wood and steel with a total weight of over 4 tons, was placed permanently in the heart of the park itself. "
" A deeper meaning to the writer links the locations chosen. The work, as explained by the Blacks, "celebrates the solitude of the writer, symbolizing the creative process of writing, which" forces "in total isolation from the outside world. The writer, estranged from the reality that surrounds him, remains alone at the table on which he works. Placing The Writer in the open spaces of city parks, cross the boundaries between inner and outer world, between open and closed locations. The work undo the restrictions imposed from display, and fits seamlessly in place of daily visits, establishing a deep bond with nature. "
" The writer is always alone. Only with his writing, his thoughts, his experience, his memories, his hopes. Hope to be read, you judge someone, including you, help you understand what you mean with your writing. A virtuous circle from time to time, vicious, perverse, exhilarating, intriguing, mysterious, who takes you by the throat, with white sheet on the desk in front of the keyboard, your fingers feel thrilled that they want to communicate what they think, what do you mean, but perhaps not as you know, to pretend to do so then understand who you read, if anyone will flow your words. Yet you continue to write. And you're alone at that table. Now you can find it there in the park, the sun or the fog, night or day. And 'he means the writer. The chair in front of the giant table. Can not you see, but feel his presence. Maybe it's you who sit on that chair. You write that. You who read. In the park, at Monza. "
I quote from an article by Galloway read in full here:
http://guide.supereva.com/bibliofilia/interventi/2005/11/232581.shtml
"The writer is a reflection on silent and solitary nature of the creative process of writing, the celebration of the victory of imagination on the isolation from the outside world to which writers must submit to tell the tale. The table and chair, with their abnormal size, and their place in open spaces, became symbols of the condition of the writer, the tools of his victory but also of his sentence. "
" After two years of staying at Villa Ada in Rome, the work has come to the place which was initially conceived, Hampstead Heath, the park of the writers in London. After his stay in England, Parliament Hill Fields, the writer will return to Italy, to find Final placement in the Park of Monza. To mark the bicentenary of the birth of the Park's work will in fact be donated to the City of Monza Rottapharm, multinational pharmaceutical company, with headquarters in Monza. "
I quote from the official press release from the town of Monza:
http://www.monzacity.it/eventi/dettaglio.php?id=536
I came across the giant crab Blacks by-case basis. With Barbara I was walking Park's paths, as these days it happens more frequently than daily. In view of the signals yellow paint on the asphalt, which bore a terse "writer" and nothing more, caught by curiosity, we began to follow them. Not expecting anything like this, when we found ourselves in front of a table and a chair of gigantic dimensions, we were literally speechless. The effect of this is really extraordinary, and it was even more given the surprise of finding something new in an area long known and loved.
As always happens to me the first thing that came to mind was to make some pictures. There is a unique work of art, in the truest sense of the term, the camera captures images every- with me and with me is an extraordinary model: Barbara. The photo did the rest. It is not the first time I create an image of this kind with the same person repeated several times within the same location. It 's a thing I find funny and has in the ability to create infinite verianti and send different messages. In this case, because I particularly like the photo shows a work of art itself already has a lot to say, conceptual art, of course, we can read what everybody wants, but what I have read in 'The writer 'fits perfectly synergistic with what I wanted to communicate with my image, although in fact the arguments different.
Barbara is a rare person. This would be enough to make me love. But one of its best features is the fact that he kept inside when the girl was and that, therefore, very often, still is. I'm not dealing with just childish, I'm saying that you can be in 28 years played the exact same girl that was twenty years ago. Not a woman who behaves as a child but a child, period. This is a wonderful gift. Only people have it as well because we need the ingenuity of the total good, that of Samwise Gamgee of Lord of the Rings, so to speak (which not coincidentally is the sole bearer of the Ring that is not subjugated and the real savior of Middle-earth), to be able to keep itself intact, the child's self despite all the blows that must suffer as the increase in adult eyes and of opening to the world. You should be able to renounce evil, not just the ignorance of those who met him, but the repudiation of those who have already hit my face. This is Barbara.
A person who is able to play on par with a girl of eight years to the point that it will be this little girl to consider her a playmate her like an adult and do not play that lends itself to it. Two eyes that look innocent and curious nature and the world that she is an endless cornucopia of wonders. Capable of soaring enthusiastic to say the least contagious and an irrepressible desire to play.
What would Barbara, and in part made possible, in front of a work of art consists of a chair and a table would have been gargantuan climbing, do somersaults, lie down and look around smiling hopping here and there, peeping out between the legs of the table, playing hide and seek, lie down to watch the sun and sky, do somersaults and back again, bouncing everywhere.
This picture tells so much of what is Babi or at least one of the sides of his personality.
To better see the photo "The writer and 13 Babi" click the link below:
http://www.webalice.it/edmtromb/immagini/Lo 20Scrittore%% 20e% 2013% 20Babiweb . jpg
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