ivano atzori doesn't seem to care about milanese chicken's habits and prepares exhibitions, performances and happenings that require at least 2 hours of your analogue time. he did it with one minute where you had to cue for 2 hours to finally meet him for 60 seconds. he used to do it so naturally at his headquarters in via vigevano where you would go to buy a t-shirt and eventually stayed all afternoon talking nonsense and abducting your own time.
this time around the alien ivano atzori is at the same time the urban vandal "dumbo", the actual head of a very cute family and the future nightmare of collectors and gallerists alike(yes, soon they will have to surrender and accept his behaviour while selling and buying his artworks for real cash, thank you very much).
his relics were displayed chronologically on the floor at gloria maria gallery in via watt.
a story in the making. a line of thought. an invisible wall that would have been obscured by a definitive gesture. black smelly spray on the looking glass. we were obscured by ivano atzori while he was shot by chris burden's ghost.
that was a hell of a performance and fuck you very much for not coming (you know who you are).
"il sogno nel cassetto"
ps: if you wanna read more appropriate comments on this virtually real exhibition-event-performance check http://arte-milano.blogspot.com/2011/03/ivano-in-carne-ed-ossa.html (sorry to say, but elena was not at the show- too busy elsewhere- so read davide giannella's commentary instead).
for background info read also
