You have the right to work, but never to the fruit of work. BG 2:47
Testa di lana (2021), PAR, Piazza Testaccio, Rome IT
During one of Italy’s lockdowns imposed by the recent pandemic, an image came to me: my head was no longer made of flesh and blood; it had been replaced by a black scribble. The confusion I felt inside my mind during that time had finally become visible on the outside. I decided that when activities could resume, I would explore this image through performance. This piece is the result of that experiment.
Testa di lana means wool head, in Italian.
Photo Luca