Lisa 18
Installation, Political / Social, 16x16x3cm
...or wwhat happens if Degas does crossworrd puzzle?
Nostalgia always sets the tempo.
Lisa goes to the Débutantes’ Ball, the ball to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. She makes her début but has her back to us, as if she did not want to be invited to dance.But this Lisa is not only a young woman, she is also the young Italy, a country which never becomes an old lady, but always remains a young woman, a little too heavily made-up and a little too fond of walking the streets: an enchantress who lives through former glories.Lisa carries on dancing lightly on tiptoe. And Lisa carries with her both her harmony and gracefulness: she is not cumbersome, she does not reveal her true tear-stained face because Lisa does not think it necessary; this is her reply (or replay?), her fitting counter-response, to the world. And even if here we are at the moment of her début, Lisa’s world, her interior world whose true face we shall never see, is stationary, static, tragically anachronistic.
This is a biographical display case, unfortunately now historical, because Lisa is also Italy; it is a puzzle-display case whose real hidden title can be gleaned from the indications contained in the display case itself.
Nostalgia always sets the tempo.
Lisa goes to the Débutantes’ Ball, the ball to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. She makes her début but has her back to us, as if she did not want to be invited to dance.But this Lisa is not only a young woman, she is also the young Italy, a country which never becomes an old lady, but always remains a young woman, a little too heavily made-up and a little too fond of walking the streets: an enchantress who lives through former glories.Lisa carries on dancing lightly on tiptoe. And Lisa carries with her both her harmony and gracefulness: she is not cumbersome, she does not reveal her true tear-stained face because Lisa does not think it necessary; this is her reply (or replay?), her fitting counter-response, to the world. And even if here we are at the moment of her début, Lisa’s world, her interior world whose true face we shall never see, is stationary, static, tragically anachronistic.
This is a biographical display case, unfortunately now historical, because Lisa is also Italy; it is a puzzle-display case whose real hidden title can be gleaned from the indications contained in the display case itself.
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