a tribute to Takahashi Shinkichi, 2017

私は掘り出された刹那の芋の如き存在でありたい
This is the poem by Takahashi Shinkichi (Ehime 1901-1987) I recite in Japanese language while walking through Tokyo streets and asking people whether they know the poet and can help me find the house where he lived. My performance – played through April 5-13 2017 – was recorded using binaural microphones in Odaiba, Shibuya, Ueno, Asakusa, Jimbocho, Akihabara and Shinjuku areas. During my performance, I constantly utter a few Japanese sentences (though I don’t really speak the language) I had previously memorized.
The opportunity to enjoy my work by covering their eyes with a hood allows people to create an immersive ambience. The soundscape changes tremendously from one district to another.

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GIUSEPPINÄ (self-portrait), 2017

A cardboard box is leaning against the wall: it has the appropriate measures to contain my body and the packaging and design of IKEA products. The article is Giuseppina.
The box, vibrating, emits sounds thanks to a vibrating speaker inside. The widespread audio track is obtained from a recording of Google Translate.
“Giuseppina” (my name) is taken by Google Translate female voices in different languages available in audio playback (Chinese, French, English, Spanish, Korean, Finnish, etc).
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All you feed is love, maybe, 2015

All You Feed is Love, Maybe is a living work in perpetual transformation.
rhythmic, apparent repetitions reveal fragile suspended micro-worlds. Bacterial colonies – organized by their own rules, in constant chromatic and morphologic change – are arranged to compose a quasi-crystal, so- called because of its quasi-periodic atomic structure, a redundancy of relations where time is a basic component, and one may as well wait for everything to go as it will.
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