Monticchiello, Italie 1st july - 30 august

The depopulation of the villages, the disappearance of traditions, family and objects related to rural life are some of the topics covered by the Poor Theatre of Monticchiello, which in the short space-time of its representations, relive moments of the past, look to the present and seeks to project itself into a future that remains uncertain, leaving, in the end, the characters and the audience with a question, a question in an attempt to find answers to the problems of everyday life but also to broader questions about the meaning of life, ' where ' and ' how ' we are going onward to spend the relentless and increasingly rapid passage of time. My sculptures made ​​of wire mesh, with their transparency, present themselves to the viewer as the shadow of something that was there, that has left its mark, or as the appearances of something that we imagine will be. A nuanced and discrete presence, an idea, a thought or an image that cross the mind leaving a doubt, a question. The viewer is immersed therefore in a real and concrete scenario, specifically that of the square, but her view is challenged to see beyond the real and present, to look back or forward depending on her own perception and interpretation of things.The sculptures accompany and transform the viewer into a traveler suspended in an undefined time between past, present, and future.Confronted with the appearance of characters, animals, objects, the viewer will perhaps be enticed to want to “discover” others, to try to look and search better to find more. The visual search process becomes a path of the mind that plunges in her memories or is projected in a possible future.Family, children playing, animals are part of the collective imagery, the viewer can find something of himself or herself. A scene often seen in these places where people have the pleasure to meet to chat and exchange ideas, to stay ' awake ' in the evening after dinner and narrate their day to each other. The cat hero of many stories. Cats that go, come, no one quite knows who their owners are but of whom everyone takes care of many stories. Cats that, suddenly one day, no longer are and leave behind them many stories which turn each time they are transmitted into fairy tales and mysteries.The door of the village houses hypothetical guardians, unobtrusive and helpless observers of the going “back and forth” of people, carrying with them the memory of people who have passed through, who built and gave life to the village. Witnesses of many conflicts and survivors of tragedies, guarding the threshold of an ancient world full of stories and tales. Travelers in time and space.