<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448</id><updated>2012-02-09T01:43:13.156-08:00</updated><category term='80 - 90'/><category term='robert in english'/><category term='EL-MOI-RA'/><category term='1e2'/><category term='Boh-Hemm'/><category term='z-italics'/><category term='segret agents in Ve'/><category term='FILM_VENEZIA'/><category term='robert in italiano'/><category term='M(tv)?'/><category term='CRI-TIC in italiano'/><category term='CRI-TIC in english'/><category term='mama noche'/><category term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'>CRI-TIC-AH!</title><subtitle type='html'>DANIELE SCARPA KOS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1705489538772281853</id><published>2012-01-01T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:58:08.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindqvist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXE3f44SsA0/TwDIwhLnivI/AAAAAAAAD68/RIzeycglC7I/s1600/page_7_thumb_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXE3f44SsA0/TwDIwhLnivI/AAAAAAAAD68/RIzeycglC7I/s320/page_7_thumb_large.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nuova copertina per Lindqvist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1705489538772281853?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1705489538772281853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1705489538772281853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2012/01/lindqvist.html' title='Lindqvist'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WXE3f44SsA0/TwDIwhLnivI/AAAAAAAAD68/RIzeycglC7I/s72-c/page_7_thumb_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2590020789049249399</id><published>2011-12-02T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T12:15:41.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calle Amor Degli Amici</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFCIw7gCR8Q/Tti6WvhnM_I/AAAAAAAAD5A/LzK0oNggKT8/s1600/Calle+amor+degli+amici-scarpa-kos...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFCIw7gCR8Q/Tti6WvhnM_I/AAAAAAAAD5A/LzK0oNggKT8/s320/Calle+amor+degli+amici-scarpa-kos...jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Calle Amor Degli Amici &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Street Love&amp;nbsp;Of Friends)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2590020789049249399?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2590020789049249399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2590020789049249399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/12/calle-amor-degli-amici.html' title='Calle Amor Degli Amici'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mFCIw7gCR8Q/Tti6WvhnM_I/AAAAAAAAD5A/LzK0oNggKT8/s72-c/Calle+amor+degli+amici-scarpa-kos...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-4494389431507080245</id><published>2011-12-02T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:06:09.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela Vettese come Pinocchia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcavUM-Ls_0/TtixCoj68HI/AAAAAAAAD4g/zo_AENSpnqY/s1600/vettese_pinocchia_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcavUM-Ls_0/TtixCoj68HI/AAAAAAAAD4g/zo_AENSpnqY/s1600/vettese_pinocchia_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Angela Vettese come Pinocchia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-4494389431507080245?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4494389431507080245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4494389431507080245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/12/angela-vettese-come-pinocchia.html' title='Angela Vettese come Pinocchia'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcavUM-Ls_0/TtixCoj68HI/AAAAAAAAD4g/zo_AENSpnqY/s72-c/vettese_pinocchia_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-834432163348568846</id><published>2011-12-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:47:42.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWswNcqn3lM/TuSJl_z6flI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/dxBongSwG8E/s1600/x__kos+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWswNcqn3lM/TuSJl_z6flI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/dxBongSwG8E/s320/x__kos+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;.......un dipinto di parecchi anni fa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;X_Daniele-Scarpa-Kos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-834432163348568846?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/834432163348568846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/834432163348568846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='.........'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWswNcqn3lM/TuSJl_z6flI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/dxBongSwG8E/s72-c/x__kos+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-9192827842017530144</id><published>2011-11-19T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:13:21.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X visitatori Padiglione Veneto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Chi visiterà, in questi ultimi giorni d’apertura,&amp;nbsp;il Padiglione&amp;nbsp;Italia - sezione&amp;nbsp;Veneto (Villa Contarini - Piazzola sul Brenta), troverà&amp;nbsp;la mia opera modificata. Si&amp;nbsp;tratta infatti di un lavoro in divenire. &lt;br /&gt;Il quadro applicato a parete tramite nastro adesivo è sì un dipinto &lt;em&gt;figurativo&lt;/em&gt;, ma&amp;nbsp;rappresenta&amp;nbsp;un personaggio d’invenzione, una delle&amp;nbsp;presenze che popolano il mio immaginario: un ragazzino&amp;nbsp;in maglietta rossa che contiene un grande &lt;em&gt;smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fine mostra ho aggiunto all’installazione&amp;nbsp;1 disegno&amp;nbsp;che lo&amp;nbsp;raffigura&amp;nbsp;allontanarsi di spalle, andandosene, solo, per una calle di Venezia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ur6lS-lP0k/TtI_XhpdX3I/AAAAAAAAD4I/HP2Ap27iiLc/s1600/SCARPA_KOS_2011_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ur6lS-lP0k/TtI_XhpdX3I/AAAAAAAAD4I/HP2Ap27iiLc/s320/SCARPA_KOS_2011_12.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;:( :) , Daniele Scarpa Kos, 2011&lt;br /&gt;fotografia di Emmanuele Lo Giudice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-9192827842017530144?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/9192827842017530144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/9192827842017530144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/11/informazione-x-visitatori-della-sezione.html' title='X visitatori Padiglione Veneto'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ur6lS-lP0k/TtI_XhpdX3I/AAAAAAAAD4I/HP2Ap27iiLc/s72-c/SCARPA_KOS_2011_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2856113878125173423</id><published>2011-10-01T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:28:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L’amico ******</title><content type='html'>S&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;orelle, voi sapete, voi capite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;L’amico ****** è entrato in casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;graffia i muri, ruggisce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cortesemente chiede attenzione. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorelle, il fango di barena imbratta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;gli strascichi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; rallenta la processione,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e anche se a volte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cadiamo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;anche se a volte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;chiniamo la testa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;è per raccogliere sull’acqua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;le pagine che il silenzio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ha mondato dalle inutili parole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorelle, le collane di croci tintinnano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;al palpitare dei seni, le mani fremono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nascoste nel nero velluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Non nascondete il pallore della pelle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;lasciate che vi vedano quando, la sera, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cercate - tra i cimiteri - sentieri che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;portano al mattino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Siete operose, siete vigili compagne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Candelieri e ceri, armadi con trine e grembiuli, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;la credenza ha vino per l’ospite atteso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorelle, voi sapete, voi capite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;il superfluo l’amico ****** conterrà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ciò che manca l’amico ****** abbraccerà &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;l’inespresso l’amico ****** libererà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="it-IT" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"L'amico ******" fa parte di&amp;nbsp;una raccolta di&amp;nbsp;testi&amp;nbsp;scritti alcuni&amp;nbsp;anni fa.&amp;nbsp;Ho deciso di inserirne&amp;nbsp;alcuni nel blog - &amp;nbsp;ciao ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2856113878125173423?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2856113878125173423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2856113878125173423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamico.html' title='L’amico ******'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3722889865591288450</id><published>2011-08-08T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:51:49.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)  :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUMEOg0G6qQ/TYnjDSdRorI/AAAAAAAADyE/oCx7Vm-X94I/s1600/2011-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587246458363552434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUMEOg0G6qQ/TYnjDSdRorI/AAAAAAAADyE/oCx7Vm-X94I/s400/2011-4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 181px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, :) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3722889865591288450?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3722889865591288450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3722889865591288450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title=':)  :('/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUMEOg0G6qQ/TYnjDSdRorI/AAAAAAAADyE/oCx7Vm-X94I/s72-c/2011-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3893857556182206461</id><published>2011-06-07T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:21:16.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le 12 fatiche di Ercole architetto</title><content type='html'>The 12 Labors of Hercules Architect&lt;br /&gt;1 Restore Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel's gingerbread house drenched by the rain&lt;br /&gt;2 Design Tarzan's eco-friendly house (in the jungle)&lt;br /&gt;3 Participate in a talent show for architects&lt;br /&gt;4 Paint Villa Savoye with polka dots&lt;br /&gt;5 Disassemble the Eiffel Tower following the instructions on the box&lt;br /&gt;6 Shoot a remake of "The House" and "The Belly of an Architect"&lt;br /&gt;7 Realize (at least) 1 of Yona Friedman's ideas&lt;br /&gt;8 A project to make Pompeii inhabitable&lt;br /&gt;9 Build the other 2 pyramids in front of the Louvre-Giza&lt;br /&gt;10 ****, ** ** ****' **********!&lt;br /&gt;11 Moving staircases, moving floors, moving ceilings, moving toilets, moving roofs, moving kitchens&lt;br /&gt;12 Housexy you!&lt;br /&gt;(+ Chisel the Pillars of Hercules) (+ Scream JAWAAAAAAAA in Barcelona Pavilion) (+ POINK POINK up on the roofs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Restaurare la casa-biscotti di Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel inzuppata dalla pioggia &lt;br /&gt;2&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Disegnare la casa ecocompatibile di Tarzan (nella giungla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Partecipazione ad un talent-show per architetti&lt;br /&gt;4 Dipingere a pois Villa Savoye &lt;br /&gt;5 Smontare la Torre Eiffel seguendo le istruzioni della scatola &lt;br /&gt;6 Girare un remake di “The house” e “The belly of an architect&lt;br /&gt;7 Realizzare 1 (almeno) delle idee di Yona Friedman&lt;br /&gt;8 Progetto per rendere abitabile Pompei&lt;br /&gt;9 Costruire davanti al Louvre-Giza le altre 2 piramidi&lt;br /&gt;10 ****, ** ** ****' **********! &lt;br /&gt;11 Scale mobili, pavimenti mobili, soffitti mobili, toilette mobili, tetti mobili, cucine mobili&lt;br /&gt;12 Housexy you!&lt;br /&gt;(+ Scolpire le colonnine d'Ercole)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3893857556182206461?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3893857556182206461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3893857556182206461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/06/le-12-fatiche-di-ercole-architetto.html' title='Le 12 fatiche di Ercole architetto'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2829743096207428649</id><published>2011-05-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:39:30.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PO MO ah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBO-ia8hzl8/Tdalai8WGcI/AAAAAAAAD0k/orC9ZVz6JUw/s1600/ma4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBO-ia8hzl8/Tdalai8WGcI/AAAAAAAAD0k/orC9ZVz6JUw/s320/ma4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Video&amp;nbsp;omaggio all'architettura post-moderna. Giovanni Paolo Pannini + Aldo Rossi (Teatro del Mondo) + Philip Johnson&amp;nbsp;(AT&amp;amp;T) + Michael Graves (Denver Public Library): PO MO ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8scKN4p3ZA&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8scKN4p3ZA&amp;amp;feature=channel_video_title&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2829743096207428649?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2829743096207428649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2829743096207428649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/05/po-mo-ah.html' title='PO MO ah!'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uBO-ia8hzl8/Tdalai8WGcI/AAAAAAAAD0k/orC9ZVz6JUw/s72-c/ma4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6776912586062669023</id><published>2011-03-16T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:06:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene della vita di bohème - Scene dalla boh!-hemm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKv6QjgsfVg/TayB1fLqT2I/AAAAAAAADz0/a-ghRpfucOw/s1600/boheme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKv6QjgsfVg/TayB1fLqT2I/AAAAAAAADz0/a-ghRpfucOw/s1600/boheme.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Il&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uveau &lt;/span&gt;"Scene dalla boh!-hemm..." Lo trovate qui:&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raccolti, sotto la label &lt;em&gt;boh-hemm,&lt;/em&gt; i testi della bohème contemporanea. Tic, successi, lapsus e ambizioni degli artisti del presente-d'oggi-attuale-odierno-now-ahora....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/search/label/Boh-Hemm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/search/label/Boh-Hemm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6776912586062669023?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6776912586062669023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6776912586062669023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/03/scene-della-vita-di-boheme-scene-dalla.html' title='Scene della vita di bohème - Scene dalla boh!-hemm'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mKv6QjgsfVg/TayB1fLqT2I/AAAAAAAADz0/a-ghRpfucOw/s72-c/boheme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-4696718720573353576</id><published>2011-03-14T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T12:03:10.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankenstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QkX6YS1kLo/TZGo9IywMnI/AAAAAAAADyU/JpxqWMkfz6g/s1600/9782277235675.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589434380829340274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QkX6YS1kLo/TZGo9IywMnI/AAAAAAAADyU/JpxqWMkfz6g/s400/9782277235675.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 247px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Una riedizione dell'illustrazione di Frankenstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-4696718720573353576?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4696718720573353576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4696718720573353576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/03/frankenstein.html' title='Frankenstein'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QkX6YS1kLo/TZGo9IywMnI/AAAAAAAADyU/JpxqWMkfz6g/s72-c/9782277235675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7470428814495980854</id><published>2011-02-23T03:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T03:53:09.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La "T"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXTERklTGWw/TWTvBOv1MpI/AAAAAAAADv8/WC7w3mT7hOo/s1600/Daniele+Scarpa+Kos+-+T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576845043009139346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXTERklTGWw/TWTvBOv1MpI/AAAAAAAADv8/WC7w3mT7hOo/s400/Daniele%2BScarpa%2BKos%2B-%2BT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos - La T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La T è un personaggio di alcuni miei fumetti e dipinti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7470428814495980854?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7470428814495980854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7470428814495980854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/02/la-t.html' title='La &quot;T&quot;'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXTERklTGWw/TWTvBOv1MpI/AAAAAAAADv8/WC7w3mT7hOo/s72-c/Daniele%2BScarpa%2BKos%2B-%2BT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-4408581664052924641</id><published>2011-02-21T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T03:24:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARCHIRELLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFArzxIwCZg/TplfZ1y6SrI/AAAAAAAAD2w/tcXS5pFmNKM/s1600/Copia%252520di%252520NEW%252520WAVE5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFArzxIwCZg/TplfZ1y6SrI/AAAAAAAAD2w/tcXS5pFmNKM/s320/Copia%252520di%252520NEW%252520WAVE5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ARCHIRELLA, una mia teoria di disegno architettonico. Potete seguire la discussione &lt;a href="http://archinect.com/forum/thread/100885/architecture-and-word-a-new-method"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-4408581664052924641?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4408581664052924641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4408581664052924641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/08/archirella.html' title='ARCHIRELLA'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFArzxIwCZg/TplfZ1y6SrI/AAAAAAAAD2w/tcXS5pFmNKM/s72-c/Copia%252520di%252520NEW%252520WAVE5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-676575590666549953</id><published>2011-02-07T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T05:16:51.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Film_Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xpSNFbJRHY/TX6K6aGXoVI/AAAAAAAADxs/ryX4JOCacyI/s1600/Film_Venezia.2008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584053324029075794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xpSNFbJRHY/TX6K6aGXoVI/AAAAAAAADxs/ryX4JOCacyI/s400/Film_Venezia.2008.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Film_Venezia (calle veneziana)&lt;/span&gt;, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;A seguire trovate il testo suggerito dall'immagine del&amp;nbsp;dipinto al poeta Francesco Giusti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/04/erano-loro_18.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/04/erano-loro_18.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-676575590666549953?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/676575590666549953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/676575590666549953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/02/filmvenezia.html' title='Film_Venezia'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9xpSNFbJRHY/TX6K6aGXoVI/AAAAAAAADxs/ryX4JOCacyI/s72-c/Film_Venezia.2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-4555730959361670554</id><published>2011-02-07T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T09:09:21.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERANO LORO</title><content type='html'>Taglio tanto netto&lt;br /&gt;giù dai cornicioni, la luce di fine estate&lt;br /&gt;stava un po' sui davanzali; sembrava&lt;br /&gt;raccogliersi a un certo punto come&lt;br /&gt;un grido, uno di quelli acuti,&lt;br /&gt;che arrivano da lontano. La grassoccia&lt;br /&gt;piccola mano incerta sulla borsa,&lt;br /&gt;la signora, stranita, seguiva il filo&lt;br /&gt;senza inizio dei pensieri; lo perdeva,&lt;br /&gt;lo ritrovava. Di spalle, lui,&lt;br /&gt;con dentro un peso enorme, forse, &lt;br /&gt;da portare chissà dove. Lei, la terza, &lt;br /&gt;la giovane, sapeva e capiva; capiva&lt;br /&gt;e proseguiva. Non badava alle diciture,&lt;br /&gt;ai numeri delle porte; non aveva &lt;br /&gt;una meta, lei, un'idea, un tempo&lt;br /&gt;a contenerla; era libera tra quei muri,&lt;br /&gt;tranquilla soprattutto, senza&lt;br /&gt;la sicurezza di due ali, ma tranquilla,&lt;br /&gt;almeno per quel giorno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francesco Giusti, agosto 2007, per Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/02/filmvenezia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/02/filmvenezia.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-4555730959361670554?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4555730959361670554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4555730959361670554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/04/erano-loro_18.html' title='ERANO LORO'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1820322945203615346</id><published>2011-02-05T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:33:09.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1e2'/><title type='text'>&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BWBIGof-4o/TWT0YMypVTI/AAAAAAAADwM/2dY0WnWZwvI/s1600/%26.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576850935179203890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BWBIGof-4o/TWT0YMypVTI/AAAAAAAADwM/2dY0WnWZwvI/s400/%2526.bmp" style="display: block; height: 375px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ &amp;amp; @ (ionic order)&lt;br /&gt;^ &amp;amp; ^ (Giza)&lt;br /&gt;I I &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;I I&lt;/i&gt; (Rossi &amp;amp; Gehry)&lt;br /&gt;Adam - Addams (Neoclassicism - Neo-Gothic)&lt;br /&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Bros&lt;br /&gt;@ &amp;amp; ^ (corinthian order)&lt;br /&gt;dolmen &amp;amp; menhir (The Flintstones)&lt;br /&gt;Moore &amp;amp; Moore (post and modern)&lt;br /&gt;Rococo &amp;amp; Co&lt;br /&gt;ha &amp;amp; ha (Za-ha-Ha-did-did-it)&lt;br /&gt;Mies van &amp;amp; Miss der Rohe&lt;br /&gt;Rossi &amp;amp; Rossi (Mr. Aldo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koons &amp;amp; Cicciolina&lt;br /&gt;instalactite &amp;amp; instalagmite (forms of installation art)&lt;br /&gt;Murakami &amp;amp; Lichtenstein (comic artists)&lt;br /&gt;Tiepolo &amp;amp; sons&lt;br /&gt;LOVE &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt; (Robert Indiana)&lt;br /&gt;Duss&amp;amp;Ldorf (Becher students)&lt;br /&gt;Eliasson &amp;amp; EliassEdison&lt;br /&gt;[ ] &amp;amp; [ ] (1 monochrome - 1 achrome)&lt;br /&gt;/ &amp;amp; / (Fontana with 2 cuts)&lt;br /&gt;// &amp;amp; / (Fontana with 3 cuts)&lt;br /&gt;Albert &amp;amp; George (The De Chiricos)&lt;br /&gt;P &amp;amp; P (Peggy loves Pollock)&lt;br /&gt;:-) &amp;amp; :-{) (Leonardo - Duchamp)&lt;br /&gt;:-) &amp;amp; :-) &amp;amp; :-) &amp;amp; :-) (Leonardo - Warhol)&lt;br /&gt;W.co.uk - W.ie (Woolf - Wilde)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1820322945203615346?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1820322945203615346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1820322945203615346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='&amp;'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BWBIGof-4o/TWT0YMypVTI/AAAAAAAADwM/2dY0WnWZwvI/s72-c/%2526.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2381964044435088409</id><published>2010-12-16T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:26:44.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1e2'/><title type='text'>&amp; # 2</title><content type='html'>A &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; (Tour Eiffel - Torre di Pisa)&lt;br /&gt;Uto &amp;amp; P (Yona Friedman's assistants)&lt;br /&gt;Soup&amp;amp;Star (Warhol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2381964044435088409?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2381964044435088409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2381964044435088409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/12/p-p-peggy-loves-pollock-mies-van-miss_6993.html' title='&amp; # 2'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6713510782681871947</id><published>2010-11-02T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:40:01.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Conferenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TM_yCExdj1I/AAAAAAAADnA/dmCrGgLQooY/s1600/masi-galliandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534908584516489042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TM_yCExdj1I/AAAAAAAADnA/dmCrGgLQooY/s400/masi-galliandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarpa Kos, schizzo per Enzo Masi Galliandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un nuovo &lt;em&gt;Scene dalla Boh-Hem.. #2&lt;/em&gt; – Conferenza (ovvero templi, padelle, DJ)&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra presenta l’Artista-Saccopelista.&lt;br /&gt;Partecipano: Alejandra, l'Artista-Saccopelista, Enzo Masi Galliandi, l'Intossicone.&lt;br /&gt;Leggetelo qui:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/conferenza-scene-dalla-boh-hemm-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/conferenza-scene-dalla-boh-hemm-2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6713510782681871947?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6713510782681871947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6713510782681871947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/11/conferenza.html' title='Conferenza'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TM_yCExdj1I/AAAAAAAADnA/dmCrGgLQooY/s72-c/masi-galliandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3746870698068004520</id><published>2010-10-22T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T04:04:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Film_Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMFvt9g790I/AAAAAAAADlw/7i-g7sYIPvo/s1600/FILM_Venezia...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530824652785186626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMFvt9g790I/AAAAAAAADlw/7i-g7sYIPvo/s400/FILM_Venezia...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DSK, Film_Venezia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3746870698068004520?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3746870698068004520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3746870698068004520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/10/fv.html' title='Film_Venezia'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMFvt9g790I/AAAAAAAADlw/7i-g7sYIPvo/s72-c/FILM_Venezia...jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3011732898881637235</id><published>2010-10-21T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T02:54:35.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1e2'/><title type='text'>&amp;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Albert &amp;amp; George (i De Chirichi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Koons &amp;amp; Cicciolina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;@ &amp;amp; @ (ordine ionico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;@ &amp;amp; ^ (corinthian order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I I &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;I I&lt;/i&gt; (Rossi - Gehry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;El Greco &amp;amp; El Gringo (duello Kounellis-Bonami)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;instalattiti &amp;amp; instalagmiti (forme di installazioni d'arte)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Duss&amp;amp;Ldorf (allievi dei Becher)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;object made &amp;amp; ready trouvé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Igloo &amp;amp; ufo (ci vivono i Merz-iani)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eliasson &amp;amp; EliassEdison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Tiepolo &amp;amp; sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;[ ] &amp;amp; [ ] (1 monochrome - 1 achrome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Murakami &amp;amp; Lichtenstein (fumettari)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;/ &amp;amp; / (un Fontana con 2 tagli)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;// &amp;amp; / (un Fontana con 3 tagli)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cura &amp;amp; Tela (coppia di critici specializzati nella curatela di mostre lampo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;+ &amp;amp; 0.2 mixtrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cindy Hilton &amp;amp; Paris Sherman&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;^ &amp;amp; ^ (Giza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Arbasino &amp;amp; Romina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Marcel &amp;amp; Rrose (c'est la vie) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;# &amp;amp; # (2 opere di Christo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Orlan &amp;amp; Rourke (bisturi siamesi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;performativo e performpasivo (atto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Bernarda &amp;amp;-Louise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;KTH &amp;amp; HRN (divinità protettrici dei graffitisti)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sissi &amp;amp; Nono &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Collaudo Marinetti e guida Beatrice (Padiglione Paradiso) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Pierluigi &amp;amp; Sacco (di burro e di Burri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Giovanni &amp;amp; Andrea (i più Bellini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Toussauds &amp;amp; Chapman (ceramente veri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Carlos&lt;i&gt;tango&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; Basualdo&lt;i&gt;neon&lt;/i&gt; (Piazzolla)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dorfles &amp;amp; Ramsete (critizi egizi) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Celant &amp;amp; Bocelli (povera e popera)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Malle&amp;amp;Bene (alla regia) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;llll &amp;amp; llll (Buren)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; Koolhaas &amp;amp; KoolLoos (Kool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;ha! &amp;amp; ha! (Za-ha-Ha-did-did-it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;amp; +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;P &amp;amp; P (Peggy loves Pollock)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Mies van &amp;amp; Miss der Rohe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;A &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; (Tour Eiffel - Torre di Pisa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;:-) &amp;amp; :-{) (Leonardo - Duchamp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Coco e Kiki (Chanel de Montparnasse) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;:-) &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: #999900;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;(Leonardo - Warhol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;LOVE &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;(Robert Indiana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;wall and doors (Pink Jim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;o.uk - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;W.ie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;(Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt; - Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Adam - Addams (Neoclassicism - Neo-Gothic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Adam - Addams (in the family)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Dolmen &amp;amp; menhir (The Flintstones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Siffredi &amp;amp; Penone (artenatura) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3011732898881637235?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3011732898881637235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3011732898881637235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='&amp;'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-8962275691936991525</id><published>2010-10-21T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T05:05:01.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studio per "Mangiando Gaspara"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531912154490962146" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMVMy5EZgOI/AAAAAAAADmg/daCcZi8AMCM/s400/Mang%5B1%5D.+Gaspara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bozzetto per "Mangiando Gaspara" (particolare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMVM_J-XHNI/AAAAAAAADmw/-p_RZT7T2_U/s1600/2mg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531912365187472594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 311px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMVM_J-XHNI/AAAAAAAADmw/-p_RZT7T2_U/s400/2mg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bozzetto per "Mangiando Gaspara" (particolare)&lt;br /&gt;Uno strano essere mangia pagine e libri di Gaspara Stampa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-8962275691936991525?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8962275691936991525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8962275691936991525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/10/studio-per-mangiando-gaspara.html' title='Studio per &quot;Mangiando Gaspara&quot;'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TMVMy5EZgOI/AAAAAAAADmg/daCcZi8AMCM/s72-c/Mang%5B1%5D.+Gaspara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3936890634849975060</id><published>2010-08-05T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T03:53:58.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'>Intervista a Nick Boom-ato</title><content type='html'>L'intervista a N.B (prima parte del “Dizionario di KOS-SLANG”) era rimasta in una tasca del mio eskimo. Ora l'ho schiaffata nel blog. Vediamo se riuscite a capire k è...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/08/intervista-nick-boom-ato.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/08/intervista-nick-boom-ato.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3936890634849975060?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3936890634849975060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3936890634849975060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/08/intervista-nick-boom-ato.html' title='Intervista a Nick Boom-ato'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-5755432691327737938</id><published>2010-05-16T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T02:50:01.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Il porto degli spiriti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgJnx8sfCFg/TWj6LZ5NUmI/AAAAAAAADwk/mAl1ILEcUrc/s1600/lindqvist_porto_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577983212334699106" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgJnx8sfCFg/TWj6LZ5NUmI/AAAAAAAADwk/mAl1ILEcUrc/s400/lindqvist_porto_low.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 263px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John Ajvide Lindqvist, &lt;i&gt;Il porto degli spiriti&lt;/i&gt;, Marsilio&lt;br /&gt;John Ajvide Lindqvist, &lt;i&gt;Harbour&lt;/i&gt;... la copertina definitiva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prima idea abbozzo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/02/il-porto-degli-spiriti.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/02/il-porto-degli-spiriti.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-5755432691327737938?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5755432691327737938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5755432691327737938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/04/il-porto-degli-spiriti.html' title='Il porto degli spiriti'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgJnx8sfCFg/TWj6LZ5NUmI/AAAAAAAADwk/mAl1ILEcUrc/s72-c/lindqvist_porto_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1326885101508323945</id><published>2010-05-15T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T02:36:29.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>//////////</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_liwc3YgEI/AAAAAAAADcY/uwH0QiqOIXw/s1600/doc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 282px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474515406567276610" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_liwc3YgEI/AAAAAAAADcY/uwH0QiqOIXw/s400/doc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos,  //////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_liaVjH9nI/AAAAAAAADcQ/jz1wHNSNr0s/s1600/doc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1326885101508323945?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1326885101508323945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1326885101508323945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='//////////'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_liwc3YgEI/AAAAAAAADcY/uwH0QiqOIXw/s72-c/doc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-4394457625029331127</id><published>2010-05-15T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T04:08:45.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>EXIBART 65 - DIZIONARIO DI KOS/SLANG</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472942446405026082" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_PMKHohASI/AAAAAAAADcI/daOfITbiKCk/s400/exibart.JPG" style="display: block; height: 132px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TAobpyIgn3I/AAAAAAAADcw/NC4s2DsxiZo/s1600/exibart+65..jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479222301295681394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TAobpyIgn3I/AAAAAAAADcw/NC4s2DsxiZo/s400/exibart+65..jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exibart.com/onpaper.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EXIBART on paper 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do the plumpie art&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. fare arte ciciotta (Botero, Wurm, ecc...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;space artist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. artista con poco senso pratico, con la testa fra le nuvole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zz-mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. lettera e-mail di un “amico” artista che ti scrive (dopo anni di silenzio) chiedendoti favori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;split some bum-bum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. fare sesso velocemente prima di andare ad una mostra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sport a woody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. avere un'erezione durante una conferenza o un vernissage (e non riuscire a nasconderla con il catalogo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popopol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. (da Interpol) galleria con sedi in vari paesi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;push the art button&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. farsi venire nuove idee, inventarsi qualcosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pneumonia gallery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. galleria di cattivo gusto, esposizione che fa venir la tosse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not Dino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s. critico che non dà i premi&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strudel Nobel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. finto concorso d'arte, concorso senza premi in denaro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;art z's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. sogni ispiratori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MousseCream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. genere di rivista d'arte falsamente seria che copia idee di altri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mustache Pete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. artista italiano in cerca di fortuna a N.Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smell yo gallery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. galleria dove c'è “puzza di bruciato”, galleria che sembra sfruttare gli artisti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. pittore che lavora di notte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sozzle shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. convincere un artista a “ripulire” il suo lavoro, artista di talento ma bisognoso di una revisione critica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. opera tecnicamente riuscita che corrisponde perfettamente all'idea iniziale dell'artista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;book-i-book-a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. gallerista che non legge nemmeno 1 libro all'anno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bimoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. sculettare per farsi notare alla Biennale, mostrare le chiappe durante la Biennale di Venezia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gladiator arena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. tecniche di sopravvivenza per artisti in corso di espulsione dal sistema dell'arte. Tentare il tutto per tutto pur di essere inseriti in un'esposizione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gack dinner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; v. raccontare balle durante una cena di lavoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mario picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. dipinto realizzato e venduto velocemente per riuscire a pagare in tempo l'affitto o altre scadenze imminenti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newyorkyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. critico d'arte che consiglia a tutti di trasferirsi a New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spaceinvaders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. (dal videogioco) pile di libri e cataloghi che si accumulano nello studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shang-hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; s. installazione fragilissima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lobba lobba lobb&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; s. (da &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lutqplLMvfk"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Shaggy lova-lova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) lobby dell'arte in versione italiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-4394457625029331127?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4394457625029331127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/4394457625029331127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/05/kos-slang.html' title='EXIBART 65 - DIZIONARIO DI KOS/SLANG'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S_PMKHohASI/AAAAAAAADcI/daOfITbiKCk/s72-c/exibart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7833987507149971334</id><published>2010-04-16T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:36:50.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puntaspilli - Marin Falier (1989)</title><content type='html'>Due opere del 1989; allora dipingevo gli antichi simboli del potere della Serenissima trafitti da siringhe, Dogi con la bustarella in mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/puntaspilli-marin-falier-1989.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/puntaspilli-marin-falier-1989.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482934134260930226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBdLi5d8lrI/AAAAAAAADeY/qEY7maOI_uw/s400/Copia+di+Puntaspilli_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7833987507149971334?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7833987507149971334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7833987507149971334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/06/puntaspilli-1989-marin-falier-1989.html' title='Puntaspilli - Marin Falier (1989)'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBdLi5d8lrI/AAAAAAAADeY/qEY7maOI_uw/s72-c/Copia+di+Puntaspilli_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6764733974528775586</id><published>2010-04-14T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:03:10.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ieri sera mi sono accorto...</title><content type='html'>Venezia, 3 marzo. Ieri sera mi sono accorto che in Calle dei Boteri c'è un nizioleto che sanguina. Stanotte proverò a tamponare la ferita usando delle lettere-cerotto o con un po' di ///////////////.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exibart.com/profilo/eventiV2.asp?idelemento=87998"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.exibart.com/profilo/eventiV2.asp?idelemento=87998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6764733974528775586?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6764733974528775586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6764733974528775586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/04/ieri-sera-mi-sono-accorto.html' title='Ieri sera mi sono accorto...'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6269703220540611187</id><published>2010-03-05T02:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T06:34:00.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>///////////////</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S8sKOvBcAlI/AAAAAAAADao/2DDuxO26n_k/s1600/Copia+di+scarpa+kos%5B1%5D_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461470221373801042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S8sKOvBcAlI/AAAAAAAADao/2DDuxO26n_k/s400/Copia+di+scarpa+kos%5B1%5D_.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S5DZQW4PSMI/AAAAAAAADVY/plUiEp17O54/s1600-h/Copia+di+scarpa+kos[1]..JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, ///////////////, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Un'opera della nuova mostra che sto preparando. Il titolo non l'ho ancora deciso, forse sarà "Uccidendo Venezia" o "Matar Venecia". I soggetti? &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nizioleto"&gt;Nizioleti&lt;/a&gt; insanguinati, cuciti, cerotti di lettere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6269703220540611187?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6269703220540611187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6269703220540611187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/03/daniele-scarpa-kos-2010unopera-della.html' title='///////////////'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S8sKOvBcAlI/AAAAAAAADao/2DDuxO26n_k/s72-c/Copia+di+scarpa+kos%5B1%5D_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-513599192518039578</id><published>2010-03-01T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T03:23:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N_V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nizioleto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Nizioleti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; veneziani:&lt;br /&gt;cerotti-lettere&lt;br /&gt;titoli di muri&lt;br /&gt;attaccapanni appendi-memorie&lt;br /&gt;diario delle strade&lt;br /&gt;sopra_n_nomi&lt;br /&gt;biglietti da vista&lt;br /&gt;annunci stradali&lt;br /&gt;calli delle calli&lt;br /&gt;cognomi quadrati&lt;br /&gt;toponometrica&lt;br /&gt;cartacalle d'identità&lt;br /&gt;sottocute di città sbucciata&lt;br /&gt;strada.rio&lt;br /&gt;canali incalliti&lt;br /&gt;P. S. pons scriptum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-513599192518039578?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/513599192518039578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/513599192518039578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/03/nizioleti-veneziani.html' title='N_V'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2082132231170286317</id><published>2009-11-25T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T05:05:04.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='segret agents in Ve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TO4fZ6g1kiI/AAAAAAAADoI/NFii6DSdMs4/s1600/Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543402721403834914" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TO4fZ6g1kiI/AAAAAAAADoI/NFii6DSdMs4/s400/Marin_Falier.JPG" style="display: block; height: 311px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: Get a move on. There's not much time. This guy is starting to make trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: But if no one gives a ****** (omissis) about him. He's totally bonkers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: Daniele Scarpa Kos&amp;nbsp;has become a real pain. They classified him in our files as a malignant artist, an enemy agent, a dangerous 666.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: If you ask me, as artist 666 he's not worth a s*** s*** s*** (omissis). He barely deserves a passing grade, a CCC minus minus minus, a yo-yo-yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: Yer, yer, yer a stupid you are! Don't change the subject. What does the CCC have to do with it!? D.S.K has offended the golden book of the élite, he's a traitor. He's even attacked the nomenklatura that sucks up Venice and their ************* (omissis) has ordered us to boycott him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: What'll we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: First thing we'll put his "portrait" in the Doges Palace next to the veiled painting of the traitor Doge, &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;Marin Falier&lt;/a&gt;, but instead of the dark veil we'll hit him in the face with a pair of underpants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: Dirty underpants, I'd say, old and dirty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: Ah! Great idea X2c45h, just great. Peed in his pants, he has!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: And then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: D.S.K is a member of the filthy race of heretics, he dared to put ************ (omissis) in doubt the glad tidings announced by the art critic, he offends the sacred truths of contemporary art, of the ready-made GRAAL - Duchamp's sacred GRAAL. We need to take radical action. We have to plan a damnatio memoriae right away. His name has got to be erased from all the class registers, from kindergarten, elementary school, middle school! Even the covert activity dossiers reporting him for numerous embarrassing episodes have got to disappear; even the bugs with the recorders between the legs of the little bar tables have got to forget him! We'll hypnotize them, we'll erase D.S.K from their memory. We'll buy up every last disgusting thing he's painted - his paintings aren't worth a plugged nickel anyhow - and destroy them. We'll sand them down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: Wouldn't burning be better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: No no, better to sandpaper them one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: True. Better. We'll sand them. But getting rid of all the traces is difficult. In Venice there are more than 60 + 80 telecameras to control the city, useful also for us when we want to ********* (ommisis). D.S.K filmed when he runs to go shopping, D.S.K filmed when he goes to pay the rent, D.S.K when he minds his own f****** (omissis) business ...... a whole life on film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: With the computer we'll black out his image in the videos. We'll cover it with blots - underpants!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: BlotKos! BlotKosKy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: X2c45h! Sel-control! Don't get carried away! If I weren't here the secret missions would be discoverd in 5 minutes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: I beg your pardon. Little tricks of stress, they've been working us too hard lately. In the past few days they gave me the job to ****** ***** ** ******* ******* ***** (omissis) and then I am ***** ********** **** ** ****** **** (omissis), and ******** ******* ******** ***************** (omissis). I told those guys at the ********* (omissis) that they should plan the missions better! We're not well coordinated. Also at the conference of the minister ******* (omissis), last week, the hall was full, but there were only three real spectators, all the others were secret agents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent y9n31t: Ah yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent x2c45h: Too much work lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;agent y9n31t: Yeah... too much "work", lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRI-TIC-AH! Tics and idiosincrasies of art critics:&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/search/label/CRI-TIC%20in%20english"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/search/label/CRI-TIC%20in%20english&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2082132231170286317?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2082132231170286317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2082132231170286317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/11/agent-y9n31t-get-move-on.html' title=''/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TO4fZ6g1kiI/AAAAAAAADoI/NFii6DSdMs4/s72-c/Marin_Falier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7563707907776658701</id><published>2009-11-24T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:36:13.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due ********** (omissis) al Castello di Rivoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S56iw8ELcfI/AAAAAAAADXI/P2FR5v36AWs/s1600-h/Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448971560805954034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S56iw8ELcfI/AAAAAAAADXI/P2FR5v36AWs/s400/Marin_Falier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agente y9n31t: Spicciamoci. C'è poco tempo. Questo comincia a far danni...&lt;br /&gt;agentex2c45h: Ma se non se lo fila nessuno...i suoi sono puri deliri.&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Shhh...non farti sentire! Il D.S.Kos è diventato un soggetto scomodo. L'hanno classificato nei nostri archivi come artista maligno, agente nemico: un 666.&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Secondo me come agente 666 non vale un piffero. Si merita appena la sufficienza, un 666 meno meno meno, un 666 politico.&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Sei, sei, sei scemo tu! Non cambiare discorso. Cosa c'entra adesso il 6 politico!? D.S.Kos ha offeso il libro d'oro dell'élite, è un traditore. Ha pure attaccato la nomenklatura che si ciuccia Venezia e loro ********** (omissis) ci hanno ordinato di boicottarlo.&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Che si fa?&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Per prima cosa mettiamo un suo "ritratto" a Palazzo Ducale a fianco del dipinto velato del Doge traditore, il &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marin Falier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ma invece del velo nero gli sbattiamo sulla faccia una mutanda.&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Na mudanda onta, diria mi, na mudanda vecia.&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Ah! Benissimo X2c45h, benissimo. Vada per la mutanda pisciata!&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: E poi?&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: D.S.Kos appartiene alla stirpe fetente degli eretici, ha osato porre ********** (omissis) in dubbio la buona novella annunciata dalla critica d'arte, offende le sacre verità dell'arte contemporanea, del GRAAL ready-made - il sacro GRAAL di Duchamp -. Ci vuole un'azione radicale. Dobbiamo pianificare una &lt;em&gt;damnatio memoriae&lt;/em&gt; già da ora. Il suo nome dev'essere cancellato fin dai registri dell'asilo, delle elementari, della scuola media, delle colonie estive! Facciamo sparire anche i dossier dove è stato attenzionato dai nostri colleghi dei servizi deviati per numerosi episodi imbarazzanti; persino le cimici che se ne stanno con i registratori tra le zampette sotto i tavolini dei bar devono dimenticarlo! Quelle le ipnotizziamo, gli cancelliamo lo D.S.Kos dalla memoria. Compriamo tutto lo schifìo di opere che ha dipinto - cosa facile visto che i suoi quadri valgono quattro soldi - e le distruggiamo. Le scartavetriamo.&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Bruciarle non è meglio?&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: No no, vanno scartavetrate una per una.&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Vero. Meglio. Scartavetriamo. Però togliere ogni traccia è difficile.A Venezia ci sono più di 60 telecamere per controllare la città, utili anche a noi quando vogliamo ******** (omissis). D.S.K filmato mentre corre a fare la spesa, D.S.K ripreso quando va a pagare l'affitto, DSK che si fa i c**** s*** (omissis).....un'intera vita registrata.&lt;a href="http://nuovavenezia.gelocal.it/dettaglio/venezia-sotto-videoscorta/1673243"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://nuovavenezia.gelocal.it/dettaglio/venezia-sotto-videoscorta/1673243&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;agente y9n31t: Col computer oscuriamo nei video la sua immagine. La copriamo con macchie - mutanda!&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Macchia-Kos! MacchiaKosKy!&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: X2c45h! Autocontrollo! Non trascendere! Se non ci fossi io le missioni segrete ce le scoprirebbero in 5 minuti!&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Chiedo scusa. Scherzetti dello stress, ultimamente ci danno troppo lavoro. In questi giorni mi hanno affidato il compito di ****** ***** ** ******* ******* ***** (omissis) e poi sono ***** ********** **** ** ****** **** (omissis), e ******** ******* ******** ***************** (omissis). L'ho detto a quelli della ********* (omissis) che ci programmino meglio le missioni! Non siamo ben coordinati. Anche alla conferenza del ministro ******* (omissis), la settimana scorsa, c'era la sala piena, ma di spettatori veri solo tre, tutti gli altri erano dei servizi!&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Ah sì!&lt;br /&gt;agente x2c45h: Troppo lavoro ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;agente y9n31t: Già...troppo "lavoro", ultimamente. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leggi qui il testo integrale:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/11/omissis-al-castello-di-rivoli.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/11/omissis-al-castello-di-rivoli.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7563707907776658701?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7563707907776658701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7563707907776658701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/11/omissis-al-castello-di-rivoli.html' title='Due ********** (omissis) al Castello di Rivoli'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S56iw8ELcfI/AAAAAAAADXI/P2FR5v36AWs/s72-c/Marin_Falier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-980260928639994337</id><published>2009-11-24T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:13:27.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sui tetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCspQfvsvI/AAAAAAAADeQ/I-KNAXouMRg/s1600/Tetti+veneziani[1]...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481070571312624370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCspQfvsvI/AAAAAAAADeQ/I-KNAXouMRg/s400/Tetti+veneziani%5B1%5D...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S1g_yRyEutI/AAAAAAAADQQ/zK-iTVSEeR8/s1600-h/Sui+tetti.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, &lt;em&gt;Sui tetti&lt;/em&gt;, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-980260928639994337?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/980260928639994337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/980260928639994337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/01/sui-tetti.html' title='Sui tetti'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCspQfvsvI/AAAAAAAADeQ/I-KNAXouMRg/s72-c/Tetti+veneziani%5B1%5D...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7495538265361448586</id><published>2009-08-25T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:07:02.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCONTRINI - Daniele Scarpa Kos - Francesco Giusti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOu54BeeNI/AAAAAAAAC4g/iYkD7tV-lL4/s1600-h/serata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373831089697487058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOu54BeeNI/AAAAAAAAC4g/iYkD7tV-lL4/s400/serata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos - Mezzanotte balenga&lt;/div&gt;Dalla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mostra &lt;em&gt;Scontrini&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venezia - dal 24 luglio al 24 agosto 2004 - Spazio Ponte delle Latte&lt;br /&gt;La mostra ha preceduto di poco il libro di racconti Baldini Castoldi centrato sulla stessa idea; tuttavia le opere esposte allo Spazio Ponte delle Latte erano interventi verbo-visivi su scontrini di cassa, poesia visiva. Evidentemente certe idee, in alcuni momenti, sono nell'aria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exibart.com/profilo/eventiV2.asp?idelemento=13140"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.exibart.com/profilo/eventiV2.asp?idelemento=13140&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cri tic ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7495538265361448586?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7495538265361448586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7495538265361448586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/08/scontrini.html' title='SCONTRINI - Daniele Scarpa Kos - Francesco Giusti'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOu54BeeNI/AAAAAAAAC4g/iYkD7tV-lL4/s72-c/serata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3569098217507238651</id><published>2009-08-25T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:38:01.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80 - 90'/><title type='text'>ANIMALS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOt62QlEsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/CLXTPQirfHw/s1600-h/animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373830006892204738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOt62QlEsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/CLXTPQirfHw/s400/animals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sulla rivista &lt;em&gt;ANIMALS (fumetti - storie - la vita e nient'altro) &lt;/em&gt;immagine tratta da un mio lavoro pubblicato su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tempi Supplementari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cri tic ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3569098217507238651?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3569098217507238651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3569098217507238651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/08/animals.html' title='ANIMALS'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SpOt62QlEsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/CLXTPQirfHw/s72-c/animals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6952969175823766786</id><published>2009-07-22T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:18:54.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'>Alla Galleria di *** ********** ***+ DRAGONBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per la serie Commedia dell'Arte-contemporanea: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alla Galleria di *** ********** ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;em&gt;DRAGONBALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/alla-galleria-di.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/alla-galleria-di.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6952969175823766786?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6952969175823766786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6952969175823766786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/alla-galleria-di_22.html' title='Alla Galleria di *** ********** ***+ DRAGONBALL'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6562410587718865581</id><published>2009-07-19T13:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:15:27.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILM_VENEZIA'/><title type='text'>Daniele Scarpa Kos FILM_VENEZIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Smb2LxGd4mI/AAAAAAAACvQ/kXqiPsiArqg/s1600-h/still_film_venezia...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361243088450609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Smb2LxGd4mI/AAAAAAAACvQ/kXqiPsiArqg/s400/still_film_venezia...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele scarpa Kos, FILM_VENEZIA, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6562410587718865581?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6562410587718865581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6562410587718865581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/stillfilmvenezia.html' title='Daniele Scarpa Kos FILM_VENEZIA'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Smb2LxGd4mI/AAAAAAAACvQ/kXqiPsiArqg/s72-c/still_film_venezia...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7247712193385302247</id><published>2009-06-05T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:32:07.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EL-MOI-RA'/><title type='text'>EL-MOI-RA dei Paesi Baschi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SkFKy-FrMKI/AAAAAAAAChA/pIW593_xrVA/s1600-h/el-moi-ra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SkFKy-FrMKI/AAAAAAAAChA/pIW593_xrVA/s400/el-moi-ra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350640071813574818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;El-MOI-RA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sio9CCQb9cI/AAAAAAAACRM/EhDHhmc7aKQ/s1600-h/EL_MOI_RA-Daniele-Scarpa-Kos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344151013003359682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sio9CCQb9cI/AAAAAAAACRM/EhDHhmc7aKQ/s400/EL_MOI_RA-Daniele-Scarpa-Kos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EL-MOI-RA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SkFKeYzgNgI/AAAAAAAACg4/pAt3SFVPxFk/s1600-h/el-moi-ra_txalaparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SkFKeYzgNgI/AAAAAAAACg4/pAt3SFVPxFk/s400/el-moi-ra_txalaparta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350639718207862274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EL-MOI-RA &amp;amp; txalaparta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EL-MOI-RA dei Paesi Baschi&lt;br /&gt;EL-MOI-RA del País Vasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conoscete EL-MOI-RA? E' un'artista performer di Bilbao. Espone le sue opere e si esibisce in una mostra-cabaret itinerante con la quale gira in lungo e in largo le valli dei Paesi Baschi. Il suo pubblico è quello delle feste di piazza, delle fiere di paese. Di lei si conoscono numerose opere, tutte d'ispirazione fané, come "Top mummie", un'installazione di mummie fotomodelle fasciate con bende di collant grigi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o "Colombe nere",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; una performance gioco di prestigio con pipistrelli ammaestrati e berretti baschi. EL-MOI-RA ha intitolato "Poetas” le sue famose fotografie della luna scattate dalle finestre dei gabinetti pubblici (Poetas1) e degli uffici postali (Poetas2) di tutta la Spagna. In "Plastica appassita" profumatissimi gigli bianchi vengono accostati a scoloriti fiori di plastica che lei trova nei cimiteri. Le opere di EL-MOI-RA più ricercate dai collezionisti sono le "Ragna_tele", lavori che hanno una lunghissima gestazione: telai vuoti lasciati nelle soffitte per anni sui quali l'artista applica piccole &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lamie&lt;/span&gt; ricamate con bianchi capelli di donne di Bilbao. La &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpqhVuJlFh0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;txalaparta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, lo strumento percussivo tradizionale basco, e il &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gr5l_tf-kWA"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;txistu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fanno da commento sonoro allo spettacolo che si chiude con un&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuXl4TLsgEg"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;irrintzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, segnale che è il momento, per tutti, di ballare DISCO EL-MOI-RA! Daniele Scarpa Kos espone allo Spazio Ponte delle Latte taccuini di disegni eseguiti durante la sua collaborazione, come artista tuttofare, con lo show di EL-MOI-RA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRI TIC AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7247712193385302247?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7247712193385302247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7247712193385302247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-moi-ra-dei-paesi-baschi.html' title='EL-MOI-RA dei Paesi Baschi'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SkFKy-FrMKI/AAAAAAAAChA/pIW593_xrVA/s72-c/el-moi-ra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-7962169081243931395</id><published>2009-06-04T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:14:39.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eugénie Grandet dessinée par D.S.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S5TUxfn-0XI/AAAAAAAADWw/QLKkxsr1Omw/s1600-h/eugenie_grandet_illustrateur_daniele_scarpa_kos[2]...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446211796165644658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S5TUxfn-0XI/AAAAAAAADWw/QLKkxsr1Omw/s400/eugenie_grandet_illustrateur_daniele_scarpa_kos%5B2%5D...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos,&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Eugénie Grandet&lt;/span&gt;, par Honoré De Balzac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-7962169081243931395?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7962169081243931395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/7962169081243931395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/eugenie-grandet-dessinee-par-dsk.html' title='Eugénie Grandet dessinée par D.S.K'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S5TUxfn-0XI/AAAAAAAADWw/QLKkxsr1Omw/s72-c/eugenie_grandet_illustrateur_daniele_scarpa_kos%5B2%5D...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3041187001304342364</id><published>2009-06-03T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T03:49:38.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80 - 90'/><title type='text'>D.S.K - Anni Novanta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TCRuFsMsTkI/AAAAAAAADfI/bbnHfzeCDSk/s1600/Daniele_Scarpa_Kos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486631290086903362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TCRuFsMsTkI/AAAAAAAADfI/bbnHfzeCDSk/s400/Daniele_Scarpa_Kos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un'opera datata anni Novanta che fa parte di una serie raffigurante lavori di altri artisti - in particolare Joseph Beuys -. Le installazioni sono dipinte come nature morte, con una tavolozza limitata a pochi colori e forme semplificate. Ricordo che le mostrai ad alcuni galleristi.&lt;br /&gt;"Noi esponiamo Joseph Beuys, ma quello &lt;em&gt;vero"&lt;/em&gt; mi disse uno dei gestori (peraltro gentilissimi) di una nota galleria situata ai piedi del Ponte dell'Accademia.&lt;br /&gt;Era un periodo molto difficile, anzi terribile, per chi sperimentava nel campo della pittura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3041187001304342364?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3041187001304342364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3041187001304342364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/03/dsk-anni-novanta.html' title='D.S.K - Anni Novanta'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TCRuFsMsTkI/AAAAAAAADfI/bbnHfzeCDSk/s72-c/Daniele_Scarpa_Kos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-443105040638755877</id><published>2009-04-23T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:47:46.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M(tv)?'/><title type='text'>M(tv?) - ANATOMY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SfBHEtRRSQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Sz0lib80bEI/s1600-h/new_419c4a6f99cfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327836505376377090" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 388px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SfBHEtRRSQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Sz0lib80bEI/s400/new_419c4a6f99cfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teknemedia.net/archivi/2004/11/18/mostra/8981.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;http://www.teknemedia.net/archivi/2004/11/18/mostra/8981.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRI TIC AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-443105040638755877?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/443105040638755877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/443105040638755877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/mtv-anatomy.html' title='M(tv?) - ANATOMY'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SfBHEtRRSQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Sz0lib80bEI/s72-c/new_419c4a6f99cfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3218588912792176452</id><published>2009-04-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:48:08.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gondola_paix_pace_peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S2qVQH4UZTI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fhmmiyl0NgQ/s1600-h/daniele+Scarpa+Kos****.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434320004601636146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S2qVQH4UZTI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fhmmiyl0NgQ/s400/daniele+Scarpa+Kos****.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, &lt;em&gt;Gondola_paix_pace_peace, &lt;/em&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;CRI TIC AH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3218588912792176452?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3218588912792176452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3218588912792176452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Gondola_paix_pace_peace'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S2qVQH4UZTI/AAAAAAAADTQ/Fhmmiyl0NgQ/s72-c/daniele+Scarpa+Kos****.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3464309573622365551</id><published>2009-04-10T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:03:40.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2i1i2 (2in1in2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sd8U_Rd1G4I/AAAAAAAABzo/03OqZdLWSpY/s1600-h/2in1%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322996361828047746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 266px; height: 366px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sd8U_Rd1G4I/AAAAAAAABzo/03OqZdLWSpY/s400/2in1%252B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Schizzo per &lt;em&gt;2i1i2 (dueinunoindue, twoinoneintwo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3464309573622365551?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3464309573622365551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3464309573622365551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/1i2i1-1in2in1.html' title='2i1i2 (2in1in2)'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sd8U_Rd1G4I/AAAAAAAABzo/03OqZdLWSpY/s72-c/2in1%252B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6334328852169919862</id><published>2009-03-06T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T14:14:24.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FILM_VENEZIA'/><title type='text'>DANIELE SCARPA KOS - CALLE VENEZIANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbDwsrXCF9I/AAAAAAAABhU/XUb0qN5O8gs/s1600-h/daniele_scarpa+_kos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310008611014055890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbDwsrXCF9I/AAAAAAAABhU/XUb0qN5O8gs/s400/daniele_scarpa+_kos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos - Calle veneziana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6334328852169919862?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6334328852169919862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6334328852169919862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/03/daniele-scarpa-kos-calle-veneziana.html' title='DANIELE SCARPA KOS - CALLE VENEZIANA'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbDwsrXCF9I/AAAAAAAABhU/XUb0qN5O8gs/s72-c/daniele_scarpa+_kos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1955917392014275184</id><published>2009-03-01T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:21:59.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All images and texts in this site are copywritten by their authors.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1955917392014275184?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1955917392014275184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1955917392014275184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-images-in-this-site-are-copywritten.html' title='All images and texts in this site are copywritten by their authors.'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1606677080368887390</id><published>2009-02-16T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:31:30.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRI-TIC-AH! Contemporary AAAArt Critics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/10/cri-tic-ah-contemporary-aaaart-critics_15.html"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/10/cri-tic-ah-contemporary-aaaart-critics_15.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRI-TIC-AH! Contemporary AAAArt Critics!  If you're an artist look around: they're the same all over the world.The idiosyncrasies and tics of art critics in a gallery of cartoon characters, written by Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1606677080368887390?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1606677080368887390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1606677080368887390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/02/cri-tic-ah-contemporary-aaaart-critics.html' title='CRI-TIC-AH! Contemporary AAAArt Critics!'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-8491698539119434293</id><published>2009-02-06T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T04:25:19.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama noche'/><title type='text'>Matryoshka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbjuxF1x_rI/AAAAAAAABlU/Srvzmv6gs8Q/s1600-h/Scarpa_Kos_Matrioshka+[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312258287632252594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbjuxF1x_rI/AAAAAAAABlU/Srvzmv6gs8Q/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Matrioshka+%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sbg7dmxoJhI/AAAAAAAABlM/iuWb-NsXsmo/s1600-h/Scarpa_Kos_Matrioshka+[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-8491698539119434293?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8491698539119434293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8491698539119434293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/11/matryoshka.html' title='Matryoshka'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SbjuxF1x_rI/AAAAAAAABlU/Srvzmv6gs8Q/s72-c/Scarpa_Kos_Matrioshka+%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6077665228013358987</id><published>2009-02-06T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:50:38.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert in english'/><title type='text'>ROBERT STAR IN VENICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SaaNEmXijBI/AAAAAAAABck/M4Y3Rjm8A7Q/s1600-h/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice%5B1%5D...JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 390px; display: block; height: 315px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307084321060981778" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SaaNEmXijBI/AAAAAAAABck/M4Y3Rjm8A7Q/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice%5B1%5D...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Robert Star in Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(11&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4 Robert) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Robert (Santa Claus's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;substitute) cleani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng his little house, finds, forgotten under the bed, an undelivered Christmas present addressed to a child who lives in Venice (Florida).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;deliver the package quickly he decides to catch a plane, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;at the airport he loses his glasses, takes the wro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng flight and arrives in Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thinking he's in an Italian-American community in Florida he tries to communicate in Sicilian-American slang (sici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lenglish), and by using the only words in Italian he knows well: the text of Andrea Bocelli's song "Con te partirò".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He finds lodgings in a house occupi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed by squatters where he meets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o-1, an unconventional gondolier active in various collectives; George, an Australian singe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with an obsession for Greek music whom everyone calls Constantinos Vassilissis; Ute, a Germ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;an poet (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Latin lover) with a passion for tattoos (her entire body is tatto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with the names of the tourists - male and female - she has conquered); and Carmela, an imposing theater director from Naples who wants to stage a musical on the trash films of T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Milian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZyItZ4vVJI/AAAAAAAABZM/-BrEzJXoGrg/s1600-h/_Costantinos_%5B1%5D..JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; display: block; height: 279px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304264774759961746" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZyItZ4vVJI/AAAAAAAABZM/-BrEzJXoGrg/s400/_Costantinos_%5B1%5D..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" lang="en-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; end of the day, when he is presented with the bill, Robert realizes that he's in a hotel. In this city not only the Venetians &lt;em&gt;bt &lt;/em&gt;even the squatters have difficulty in finding housing: since there are no more buildings to be occupied, they adapt to living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hotels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meanwhile he goes round with Toto-1 in his gondola, looking for the address on the package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="en-GB"&gt;By mistake, they ring the doorbell of Aunt_Shut_Up, an elderly lady obsessed with noises.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt_Shut_Up screams at him to speak softly, receives him with a loudly shouted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "Shhhhhhh" and, in the end, cal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ls Spiderman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 265px; display: block; height: 391px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303693575347534194" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZqBNOQceXI/AAAAAAAABVs/w2zK7XX9txo/s400/_Shut+up%21%21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The second attempt is in a shop chock-full of extremely fragile Venetian glass souvenirs, where moving around without breaking anything takes the skill of a contortionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Robert enter the apartment of some university co-eds, six girls abandoned by their roommate who was the boyfriend of all six-them; he is immediately pounced on by the group (deprived, cold turkey, of kisses) and tries to get away &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; the co-eds won't let him, taking turns kissing him all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;afternoon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 375px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303349988016182338" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZlItztG1EI/AAAAAAAABSM/uw3Xe5FC0YA/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Per+S%5B2%5D.Marco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He manages to escape from the apartment by letting himself down from a window, finds Toto-1 again and they have dinner together at the "Spaghetti Western" restaurant. Inside, for entertainment, some gunslingers do target practice, aiming at plates of spaghetti lined up in rows. Robert takes part in the shoot-out &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt;, by mistake, hits the chef/sheriff's collection of vintage wines. The ineviatble duel with the chef/sheriff is interrupted by two Indian musicians who enter singing &lt;em&gt;'O sole mio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Robert, Toto and Carmela, having left the commune-hotel, are given hospitality for a few days by Egle, a very talkative widow and excellent cook (the trio are obliged to take cooking lessons, garnished with nostalgic tales of her dead husband's vigor), &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; then they find lodgings on a roof-terrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;transformed into a hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZmcDRA_DoI/AAAAAAAABVU/MIPf-W41-Vs/s1600-h/Signo%28i%29gnora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 204px; display: block; height: 253px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303441616126545538" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZmcDRA_DoI/AAAAAAAABVU/MIPf-W41-Vs/s400/Signo%28i%29gnora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;George "Constantinos" invites them to a party thronged with eccentrics and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;creatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 364px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303353509389884594" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZlL6x2BXLI/AAAAAAAABSc/pK5Ml3vFkng/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Tipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here he meets Cicci_Impacci (recognizable by the little sugar skull he holds in his hand), an artist constantly tormented by amletic doubts on the contemporary artistic currents, and Paparazza, a performance art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 138px; display: block; height: 195px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303346073107748194" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZlFJ7iM1WI/AAAAAAAABR0/nvNJXKhPJYc/s400/skull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;Right in the middle of the party the eagerly awaited El Barba arrives, a thin, hairy character. El Barba always talks about bridges, he thinks that in Venice everything can be solved by building bridges everywhere. "There's a bridge for every problem" is his motto: &lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;he wants to transform the city into a big B&amp;amp;B Bridge &amp;amp; Breakfast. The party guests listen to his plans with great seriousness, Robert tries to intervene in the dispute with his repertory of twister phrases à la Bocelli, &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; El Barba, furious, accuses him of defeatism and throws him out. FLASH! Paparazza documents the scene snapping a photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The new attempt to deliver the package is at the Venice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biennale of Art.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 326px; display: block; height: 284px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304105831580741362" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZv4JsZyrvI/AAAAAAAABY0/pZjys-LAYro/s400/venice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the China exhibition hall he comes across a fat artist intent on drawing large colored snacks on the walls, who introduces himself as K.M.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The man offers to help him find the address, suggesting he look in the Cannaregio neighborhood. The quickest way to get there is by water, following the Grand Canal, &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; while Robert gets into the gondola, the heavy K.M.M., to avoid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sinking it, gets on a barge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The two of them strike up a lively conversation. Because of the distance between the boats Robert can't make out all the words, &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; when K.M.M. tells him his full name Robert is astounded: it is the same as the one in the address on the package, Kory Mario Mix!&lt;br /&gt;The artist is, actually, a seven-year-old child from Florida on a business trip to Venice, grown terribly big and fat on too many transgenic snacks. He's exhibiting at the Venice Biennale, and has been waiting for the package containing the missing piece of his work, an installation (The Great Wall of China-Berlin) constructed with 5000 chocolate snacks. Why is an American exhibiting in the China exhibition space? K.M.M. answers evasively, &lt;em&gt;bt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Robert a gift of a big box of candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 386px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303357878260687250" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZlP5FJ_YZI/AAAAAAAABS0/cCQnilMIRp0/s400/Copia+di+robert2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span lang="en-GB"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:130%;" lang="en-GB" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy ending: Carmela asks Robert to participate in the musical where Toto and George "Constantinos" are performing. Robert, of course, would like to sing Bocelli, &lt;i&gt;bt&lt;/i&gt; Carmela gets him to sing country music. So, between Toto, Ute, Carmela and K.M.M.'s little scenes and George's Greek music, Robert, dressed as a cowboy, sings a "country" music classic: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'O sole mio&lt;/span&gt;. Great success and applause. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Star is Born?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 157px; display: block; height: 243px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303352353686390722" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZlK3gg1h8I/AAAAAAAABSU/0f_aOSz-aCI/s400/Gondoliere_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6077665228013358987?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6077665228013358987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6077665228013358987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/02/robert-star-in-venice.html' title='ROBERT STAR IN VENICE'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SaaNEmXijBI/AAAAAAAABck/M4Y3Rjm8A7Q/s72-c/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice%5B1%5D...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6774897703167496727</id><published>2009-02-06T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:32:04.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert in italiano'/><title type='text'>ROBERT STAR A VENEZIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvxm4c4BMI/AAAAAAAABYM/QuzalupQKwI/s1600-h/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice...JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304098636449711298" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 315px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvxm4c4BMI/AAAAAAAABYM/QuzalupQKwI/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Robert Star In Venice - ArtXploitation produzioni -&lt;br /&gt;Sinossi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert (il supplente di Babbo Natale) pulendo la sua casetta trova, dimenticato sotto il letto, un regalo di Natale non consegnato; il destinatario è un bambino che vive a Venice (Florida).&lt;br /&gt;Decide di prendere l’aereo per recapitare velocemente il pacco, ma all’aeroporto perde gli occhiali, sbaglia volo e arriva a Venice (Italy).&lt;br /&gt;Credendo di trovarsi in una comunità d’italoamericani della Florida, Robert cerca di comunicare in slang american-sicilian (sicilenglish) e usando le uniche parole d'italiano che conosce bene: il testo della canzone “Con te partirò” di Andrea Bocelli.&lt;br /&gt;Trova alloggio in una casa occupata da squatter dove incontra i gondolieri gemelli Toto1 (l’affarista) e Toto2 (l’alternativo, attivo in 17 collettivi), George, cantante australiano con il pallino della musica greca che si fa chiamare da tutti Constantinos Vassilissis, Ute, poetessa tedesca appassionata di tatuaggi (ha il corpo tatuato con i nomi dei turisti e turiste che ha conquistato) e Carmela, imponente regista teatrale di Napoli che vuole mettere in scena un musical sui film di T.Milian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304097994079425666" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 225px; height: 279px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvxBfb3VII/AAAAAAAABX8/yxTBtvX8ysM/s400/_Costantinos_%5B1%5D..JPG" border="0" /&gt;Alla fine della giornata, quando gli viene presentato il conto da pagare, Robert si accorge di trovarsi in un hotel. In questa città non solo i veneziani stentano a trovar casa, ma persino gli squatter, non essendoci più edifici da occupare, si adattano a vivere in albergo.&lt;br /&gt;Robert gira per le calli in cerca dell’indirizzo della consegna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449541985181249586" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 254px; height: 131px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S6CpkAdOMDI/AAAAAAAADYI/wZPtbjnYe1A/s400/venice-.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suona per errore alla casa della Zia Zitti, un’anziana signora ossessionata dai rumori.&lt;br /&gt;La Zia Zitti gli urla di parlare piano, lo riceve con un gridatissimo “Shhhhhhh” e alla fine chiama indignata le vicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304091255507645362" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 265px; height: 391px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvq5QTJ87I/AAAAAAAABW0/b0myTnlMAhQ/s400/_Shut+up%21%21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Il secondo tentativo è in un negozio strapieno di fragilissimi souvenir di vetro dove per muoversi senza romper nulla bisogna spostarsi con abilità da contorsionista.&lt;br /&gt;Entra in un appartamento di studentesse dell’università, sei ragazze abbandonate dal loro coinquilino che era il fidanzato di tutte. Robert viene preso immediatamente di mira dal gruppo (in crisi di astinenza di baci), tenta di andarsene ma le studentesse lo rapiscono baciandolo a turno per tutto il pomeriggio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304089627220348946" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 375px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvpaedNkBI/AAAAAAAABWE/--BBovDgdwo/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Per+S%5B2%5D.Marco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finalmente, dopo numerosi tentativi, riesce a scappare calandosi per una grondaia, ritrova Toto2 e i due cenano al ristorante “Spaghetti Western”. Nel locale, come intrattenimento, otto pistoleri giocano al tiro a segno mirando a file di appetitosi piatti di spaghetti. Robert partecipa alla sfida centrando per errore, in un attimo di distrazione, la collezione di vini d’annata dello chef_sceriffo del ristorante. L’inevitabile duello a spaghetti in faccia con lo chef_sceriffo è interrotto da due musicisti indiani che entrano cantando “’O sole mio” (musica pop della Florida?).&lt;br /&gt;L’indomani, dopo aver saldato il conto alla comune-hotel, Robert ,Toto2 e Carmela vengono ospitati da Egle, vedova molto chiacchierona (il trio è obbligato a seguire interminabili lezioni di cucina inframmezzate da nostalgici racconti sulla prestanza del marito defunto) e poi trovano casa in un’altana trasformata in baracca sui tetti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304091324950029218" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 204px; height: 253px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvq9S_go6I/AAAAAAAABW8/MUk_bWiIF-Y/s400/Signo%28i%29gnora.jpg" border="0" /&gt; George “Costantinos” invita Robert ad un pigiama party; tra gli inviatati c'è Cicci-Impacci (riconoscibile dal teschietto di zucchero che tiene in mano), artista costantemente tormentato da amletici dubbi sulle correnti artistiche contemporanee, e la sua amica Paparazza, fotografa di performance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304089721729640930" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 364px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvpf-h-6eI/AAAAAAAABWM/hTL_hsKCP_U/s400/Scarpa_Kos_Tipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvqJ3Nq7JI/AAAAAAAABWs/nxsgHA7m510/s1600-h/skull_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304090441319902354" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 160px; height: 220px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvqJ3Nq7JI/AAAAAAAABWs/nxsgHA7m510/s400/skull_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvqGZp0veI/AAAAAAAABWk/aAqNUo0rKUo/s1600-h/skull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304090381845315042" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 138px; height: 195px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvqGZp0veI/AAAAAAAABWk/aAqNUo0rKUo/s400/skull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Nel bel mezzo della festa arriva, attesissimo da tutti, El Barba, un tipo magrolino e capelluto. El Barba parla sempre di ponti, pensa che a Venezia tutto si possa risolvere costruendo ponti ovunque; “C’è un ponte per ogni problema” è il suo motto.&lt;br /&gt;Vuole trasformare la città in un grande Bridge &amp;amp; Breakfast. Tutti ascoltano con molta serietà i suoi progetti, Robert cerca d’intervenire alla discussione con il suo repertorio di frasi ad effetto alla Bocelli. Risulatato: El Barba, arrabbiatissimo, lo accusa di disfattismo e lo caccia fuori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flash! Flash! Flash! Brava Paparazza! Le foto della "performance" di El Barba e Robert saranno pubblicate su ArteGossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Il nuovo tentativo di consegna del pacco è alla Biennale d’Arte;&lt;br /&gt;nella sala espositiva della Cina trova un grasso artista intento a disegnare sui muri delle grandi merendine colorate, che si presenta come K.M.M.&lt;br /&gt;L’uomo si offre di aiutarlo a trovare il recapito del regalo suggerendogli di cercare nel quartiere di Cannaregio. La via più veloce per arrivarci è via acqua, seguendo il Canal Grande; Robert sale in gondola e il pesante K.M.M. per non far affondare l’imbarcazione, monta su un barcone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inizia una concitata conversazione tra i due, la distanza tra le barche consente a Robert di capire solo una parte delle parole. Quando K.M.M gli comunica il proprio nome per intero Robert rimane di sasso: corrisponde a quello scritto nell’indirizzo del pacco, Kory Mario Mix!&lt;br /&gt;L’artista è in realtà un bambino di 7 anni della Florida in viaggio di lavoro a Venezia, cresciuto a dismisura per aver mangiato troppe merendine con cibo transgenico. Attendeva il pacco contenente il pezzo (lo snack) mancante della sua opera, un’installazione da esporre alla Biennale d’Arte - Padiglione Cina - , raffigurante una MURAGLIA CINESE realizzata con 5000 merendine al cioccolato. Cosa ci fa un americano nello spazio della Cina? K.M.M è evasivo nel rispondere. Sorridendo offre a Robert uno scatolone di caramelle in regalo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304089487022085042" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 386px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvpSULV07I/AAAAAAAABV8/_CmQx9y0cFQ/s400/C_robert2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy end: Carmela chiede a Robert di partecipare al musical dove recitano anche Toto e George “Costantinos”. Robert vorrebbe cantare Bocelli, Carmela lo costringe ad interpretare canzoni country. Dopo i numeri di Toto, Ute, Carmela, K.M.M e le musiche greche di George, Robert canta, vestito da cowboy, un classico della musica “country”: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;’O sole mio&lt;/span&gt;. Gran successo e applausi. A Star Is Born?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304095069250243570" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 206px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvuXPmPy_I/AAAAAAAABXc/Z4mvzSM6Dws/s400/Toto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gemelli Toto1 e Toto2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toto1. Gondoliere affarista. Pur di convincere i turisti a salire sulla sua barca Toto1 li insegue ovunque per calli e campi, dentro gli hotel, sbuca da sotto i tavolini dei bar, si apposta fuori dalle toilette ripetendo: - Gondoeta! Gondoeta! -. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Toto2. Gondoliere alternativo attivo in 17 collettivi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZyHWIHFEuI/AAAAAAAABZE/Z2qQbaL08hg/s1600-h/Gondoliere_%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263275339649762" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 157px; cursor: pointer; height: 243px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZyHWIHFEuI/AAAAAAAABZE/Z2qQbaL08hg/s400/Gondoliere_%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Ogni riferimento a fatti e/o persone realmente esistenti è puramente casuale. Tutti i personaggi sono frutto della fantasia dell’autore). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6774897703167496727?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6774897703167496727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6774897703167496727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/02/robert-star-venezia.html' title='ROBERT STAR A VENEZIA'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/SZvxm4c4BMI/AAAAAAAABYM/QuzalupQKwI/s72-c/Scarpa_Kos_Robert_Star_in_Venice...JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3705340749973350899</id><published>2009-02-01T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:07:29.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='80 - 90'/><title type='text'>Puntaspilli - Marin Falier - 1989</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCrbJDGhJI/AAAAAAAADeI/g42dbuGtJsk/s1600/Puntaspilli_.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481069229283640466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCrbJDGhJI/AAAAAAAADeI/g42dbuGtJsk/s400/Puntaspilli_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, &lt;em&gt;Puntaspilli&lt;/em&gt;, 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCYQkOmO8I/AAAAAAAADdw/J4aHiQ72k-E/s1600/Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481048156880124866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCYQkOmO8I/AAAAAAAADdw/J4aHiQ72k-E/s400/Marin_Falier.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos, &lt;em&gt;Marin Falier&lt;/em&gt;, 1989&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3705340749973350899?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3705340749973350899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3705340749973350899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/04/puntaspilli-marin-falier-1989.html' title='Puntaspilli - Marin Falier - 1989'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/TBCrbJDGhJI/AAAAAAAADeI/g42dbuGtJsk/s72-c/Puntaspilli_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-5380751096910096024</id><published>2008-12-22T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T05:31:21.707-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Scene dalla Boh!Hemm…#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJXbKMvDIQ/TaBRh-osgCI/AAAAAAAADzM/ljf0HWnUz1I/s1600/boheme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJXbKMvDIQ/TaBRh-osgCI/AAAAAAAADzM/ljf0HWnUz1I/s400/boheme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593560381385375778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La&lt;em&gt; bohème &lt;/em&gt;contemporaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEGGETELO QUI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene-dalla-boh-hem.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene-dalla-boh-hem.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-5380751096910096024?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5380751096910096024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5380751096910096024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/12/scene-dalla-bohhem2.html' title='Scene dalla Boh!Hemm…#2'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XJXbKMvDIQ/TaBRh-osgCI/AAAAAAAADzM/ljf0HWnUz1I/s72-c/boheme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2544803877417537089</id><published>2008-12-02T03:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T05:29:50.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z-italics'/><title type='text'>ITALICS (italians?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sqqqu19gOcI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/Bhzyz_7Y78c/s1600-h/daniele_scarpa_kos%5B2%5D.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380300426583226818" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 197px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sqqqu19gOcI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/Bhzyz_7Y78c/s400/daniele_scarpa_kos%5B2%5D.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Su &lt;em&gt;Exibart on Paper&lt;/em&gt;, dicembre 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Intervista a Bi, curatore di “Italo-disco-70” al Palazzone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Com'è nata l’idea della mostra?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: Dalla mia passione per gli anni Settanta: lotta di popolo, assemblee, revolution-revolution. Io li ho visti nei film e le assicuro che sono stati una rivelazione. Allora gli italiani sapevano quello che volevano, invece oggi come oggi questo paese è un frullato che non sa di niente: tanto fumo e niente canne. Nei Settanta c’era un groove…50 euro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: Scatto alla risposta?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: Sì. 50 euro.&lt;br /&gt;S: Accidenti! Beh, senta, tra i giovani mi pare ci siano tante idee già viste, c’è chi impacca la casa come un Christo con la fregola, chi moltiplica le porte di Duchamp in un armadio IKEA, quell’altro cita Bacon facendo il pendolare tra Modica e Milano…forse per trovare il nuovo bisognava cercare in un’altra direzione, non tra i bisnipotini dei famosi bisnonni, fuori dalle strade già segnate, no?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: No, ho scelto quelli giusti. Lei sbaglia a chiamarli copioni, è una questione di groove, e il miglior groove resta quello degli anni Settanta, faceva ballare la pista. Si ricorda le Sister Sledge? E Boninsegna? Eroi intramontabili. L’artista di cui lei parla non fa pacchi col fiocco, il suo video è come un raptus, una sveltina. Mi piaceva com’è pettinato. Sembra uno degli anni Settanta. Allora l’ho messo in pista, in mostra. 50 euro.&lt;br /&gt;A: Mi ha colpito la stanzetta piena zeppa dei lavori di quel signore che ha l’hobby dell’arte. Dove l’ha scovato?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: Volevo esporre Melotti, ma era già prenotato da altri, allora ho cercato in giro un Melotti2 e ho trovato questo qui. 50 euro&lt;br /&gt;A: Che mi dice di quell’installazione fatta di legnetti e pezzi di cartoncino, sulla quale sono inciampato (non mi ricordo se al primo o al secondo piano)?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: Vede, quando mi sono trasferito in USA in cerca di fortuna con la valigia di cartone e i quadri di cartone come tutti gli italo-disco-emigranti, ho incontrato a Ellis Island un sacco di amici artisti. Ragazzi poveri, simpatici straccioni (com’ero anch’io) che si arrangiavano, cercavano di sfangarsela. Facevano installazioni da quattro soldi usando materiali di recupero. Creazioni che solo il critico, con la sua PAROLA può legittimare come opere d’arte nel sistema. Mi interessa la PAROLA del critico come atto di redenzione. E’ così che si fa il groove. E se parlo di groove mi viene da ballare, già scodinzolo, mi si muove la coda, vorrei fare un can-can. Chiamiamo anche l’Oleg K? 50 euro.&lt;br /&gt;A: La mostra si apre e si chiude con la stessa immagine. Corpi stecchiti spiaccicati sul bel pavimento marmoreo del Palazzone. Perché?&lt;br /&gt;Bi: La sua domanda ne sottintende, in realtà, due. Una intelligente e una scema. Alla seconda rispondo subito. Mi piacciono i contrasti. Adoro mettere i cadaveri nel museo, fotografare un atto rivoluzionario, potenzialmente sovversivo, ma presentarlo chiuso in bacheca, mummificato, morente. Funziona per far ballare la pista. Alla prima non rispondo. Lasciamola morire così, con un lenzuolino bianco sopra (50 euro).&lt;br /&gt;A:Sì ma….&lt;br /&gt;Bi: 50 euro.&lt;br /&gt;A: ..&lt;br /&gt;Bi: 50 euro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/STbtqxo4qsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bz9F_LQxQXM/s1600-h/italics_bonami"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275665332646226626" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; cursor: pointer; height: 253px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/STbtqxo4qsI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Bz9F_LQxQXM/s400/italics_bonami" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2544803877417537089?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2544803877417537089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2544803877417537089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/12/italics-italians.html' title='ITALICS (italians?)'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/Sqqqu19gOcI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/Bhzyz_7Y78c/s72-c/daniele_scarpa_kos%5B2%5D.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1676067583305096731</id><published>2008-12-02T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T14:19:53.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'>Alla Galleria di *** *********** *** + DRAGONBALL</title><content type='html'>- Mamma, dove siamo?&lt;br /&gt;- In un centro d'arte contemporanea, tesoro.&lt;br /&gt;- Guarda! Lì c'è uno arrabbiato che parla serio serio ai visitatori.&lt;br /&gt;- E' il direttore di questo posto: un critico d'arte, però diverso dagli altri critici. Si chiama Il Professor-oh.&lt;br /&gt;- Ma perché parla così? Forse ce l'ha con qualcuno...&lt;br /&gt;- Non sta parlando.&lt;br /&gt;- Cosa fa, allora?&lt;br /&gt;- Tiene la sua lectio magistralis perennis. Una prolusione accademica che continua - a spese nostre - da una vita, tesoro.&lt;br /&gt;- Non smette mai?&lt;br /&gt;- Mai!&lt;br /&gt;- Mi sembra di stare a scuola con il maestro cattivo!&lt;br /&gt;- Con questo qui è sempre come stare a scuola. Il Professor-oh pensa che siamo tutti suoi allievi...&lt;br /&gt;- Anche te che sei grande?&lt;br /&gt;- Sì.&lt;br /&gt;- Anche lo zio Pino?&lt;br /&gt;- Anche la zio Pino.&lt;br /&gt;- Anche la postina che suona a casa di mattina?&lt;br /&gt;- Anche la postina.&lt;br /&gt;- Anche Ronaldo?&lt;br /&gt;- Anche Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;- Anche DRAGONBALL?&lt;br /&gt;- Anche DRAGONBALL.&lt;br /&gt;- Ho già voglia di fare ricreazione.&lt;br /&gt;- Con il Professor-oh non c'è la ricreazione...&lt;br /&gt;- Chiediamolo ai bidelli!&lt;br /&gt;- Niente bidelli: qui c'è solo Il Professor-oh.&lt;br /&gt;- Non mi piace questa scuola.&lt;br /&gt;- Non piace a nessuno, tesoro.&lt;br /&gt;- Allora perché non la chiudono?&lt;br /&gt;- Perché, oltre al Professor-oh, ogni tanto (molto, molto raramente) fanno anche vedere (pochi) quadri. Tutti speriamo che li facciano vedere.&lt;br /&gt;- Che bello! A me piacciono, i disegni! Li fa il Professor-oh?&lt;br /&gt;- No, quelli li fanno gli artisti, ma il Professor-oh ne parla come se fossero suoi.&lt;br /&gt;- Come il mio compagno di banco, il Francone, che mi ruba i CIOCOBLOC e poi se li mangia!&lt;br /&gt;- Proprio come lui, tesoro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1676067583305096731?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1676067583305096731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1676067583305096731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/07/alla-galleria-di.html' title='Alla Galleria di *** *********** *** + DRAGONBALL'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-5457875613788332381</id><published>2008-11-24T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:16:37.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><title type='text'>Due ********** (omissis) al Castello di Rivoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S1NP68namgI/AAAAAAAADP4/HAa3c1UAQAw/s1600-h/Marin_Falier_Scarpa_Kos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427769850034035202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S1NP68namgI/AAAAAAAADP4/HAa3c1UAQAw/s400/Marin_Falier_Scarpa_Kos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Spicciamoci. C'è poco tempo. Questo comincia a far danni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ma se non se lo fila nessuno...i suoi sono puri deliri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; D.S.K si è permesso di criticare &lt;a href="http://www.italianarea.it/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Italian Area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, l'archivio database de Milàn! Gli artisti di Italian Area sono "promossi" da una lista, anzi un listone di istituzioni lungo così. La Gnam di Roma, la GAMeC, la GAM e il PAC sono tutti "amici" di Italian Area. C'è anche la Camera di Commercio...ci manca solo il Milan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt; Boh! Il loro sito non l'ho ancora visto. Non ci saranno mica anche lì le solite opere d'arte tenute su appiccicate con lo sciùp che si vedono in giro? Però...però...istituzioni pubbliche che sostengono una lista-database diretta da 4 critici milanesi...in effetti è un po' strano. Degli spazi pubblici d'arte non dovrebbero essere imparziali nella selezione degli artisti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Shhh...non farti sentire! Guarda che ti sbattono nelle prigioni del Castello di Rivoli (che è un altro "amico" del listone)! Il D.S.Kos è diventato un soggetto scomodo. L'hanno classificato nei nostri archivi come artista maligno, agente nemico: un 666.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Secondo me come agente 666 non vale un piffero. Si merita appena la sufficienza, un 666 meno meno meno, un 666 politico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sei, sei, sei cretino tu! Non cambiare discorso. Cosa c'entra adesso il 6 politico!? D.S.Kos ha offeso il libro d'oro dell'élite, è un traditore. Ha pure attaccato la nomenklatura che si ciuccia Venezia e loro ********** (omissis) ci hanno ordinato di boicottarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Che si fa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Per prima cosa mettiamo un suo "ritratto" a Palazzo Ducale a fianco del dipinto velato del Doge traditore, il &lt;a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Marin_Falier.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Marin Falier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, ma invece del velo nero gli sbattiamo sulla faccia una mutanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Na mudanda onta, diria mi, na mudanda vecia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ah! Benissimo X2c45h, benissimo. Vada per la mutanda pisciata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ag&lt;em&gt;ente x2c45h:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E poi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; D.S.Kos appartiene alla stirpe fetente degli eretici, ha osato porre ********** (omissis) in dubbio la buona novella annunciata dalla critica d'arte, offende le sacre verità dell'arte contemporanea, del GRAAL ready-made - il sacro GRAAL di Duchamp -. Ci vuole un'azione radicale. Dobbiamo pianificare una damnatio memoriae già da ora. Il suo nome dev'essere cancellato fin dai registri dell'asilo, delle elementari, della scuola media, delle colonie estive! Facciamo sparire anche i dossier dove è stato attenzionato dai nostri colleghi dei servizi deviati per numerosi episodi imbarazzanti; persino le cimici che se ne stanno con i registratori tra le zampette sotto i tavolini dei bar devono dimenticarlo! Quelle le ipnotizziamo, gli cancelliamo lo D.S.Kos dalla memoria. Compriamo tutto lo schifìo di opere che ha dipinto - cosa facile visto che i suoi quadri valgono quattro soldi - e le distruggiamo. Le scartavetriamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Bruciarle non è meglio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; No no, vanno scartavetrate una per una.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Vero. Meglio. Scartavetriamo. Però togliere ogni traccia è difficile.&lt;br /&gt;A Venezia ci sono più di 60 telecamere per controllare la città, utili anche a noi quando vogliamo ******** (omissis). D.S.K filmato mentre corre a fare la spesa, D.S.K ripreso quando va a pagare l'affitto, DSK che si fa i ***** **** (omissis).....un'intera vita registrata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuovavenezia.gelocal.it/dettaglio/venezia-sotto-videoscorta/1673243"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;http://nuovavenezia.gelocal.it/dettaglio/venezia-sotto-videoscorta/1673243&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Col computer oscuriamo nei video la sua immagine. La copriamo con macchie - mutanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Macchia-Kos! MacchiaKosKy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; X2c45h! Autocontrollo! Non trascendere! Se non ci fossi io le missioni segrete ce le scoprirebbero in 5 minuti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Chiedo scusa. Scherzetti dello stress, ultimamente ci danno troppo lavoro. In questi giorni mi hanno affidato il compito di ****** ***** ** ******* ******* ***** (omissis) e poi sono ***** ********** **** ** ****** **** (omissis), e ******** ******* ******** ***************** (omissis). L'ho detto a quelli della ********* (omissis) che ci programmino meglio le missioni! Non siamo ben coordinati. Anche alla conferenza del ministro ******* (omissis), la settimana scorsa, c'era la sala piena, ma di spettatori veri solo tre, tutti gli altri erano dei servizi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Ah sì!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente x2c45h:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Troppo lavoro ultimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agente y9n31t:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Già...troppo "lavoro", ultimamente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-5457875613788332381?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5457875613788332381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/5457875613788332381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/11/omissis-al-castello-di-rivoli.html' title='Due ********** (omissis) al Castello di Rivoli'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__nDFfw5mw6s/S1NP68namgI/AAAAAAAADP4/HAa3c1UAQAw/s72-c/Marin_Falier_Scarpa_Kos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-2119922066541621024</id><published>2008-10-15T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:53:19.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CRI-TIC in english'/><title type='text'>CRI-TIC-AH! Contemporary AAAArt Critics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;CRI-TIC-AH! Contemporary AAAArt Critics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If you're an artist look around: they're the same all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The idiosyncrasies and tics of art critics in a gallery of cartoon characters, written by Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Gossy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;à pois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She is morbidly interested in gossip on the artists' lives more than in their works. She founded Art&amp;amp;Gossip, a magazine that photographs the loves and betrayals of the art stars, the lobbies, the spicy behind-the-scenes action.With her friend Paparazza (see "Robert Star in Venice") Gossy organizes lively soirées devoted to tittle-tattle and backbiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She loves art &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;à pois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4ZTEoDNCkk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4ZTEoDNCkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Slob 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S38 is real bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;If he sees a picture he likes he wets his pants, he picks his nose during performances, he farts at vernissages. If you frequent the shows of underground artists you will certainly have seen him, like a picachu lost in the crowd of visitors, with his big yellow sweaty belly hanging over low-waisted jeans. He speaks loudly while he drinks the usual drink and spits the olive aiming at his navel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tear-jerker 0.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A man of sterling character, rigorous, granitic. Dressed in black, he looks straight ahead, stiff and straight as a pole. The only thing I like about 0.2 is his superfast motorized skateboard; when he gets on he seems like an Easter Island statue wandering around the museums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tears, for 0.2, are an obscene spectacle, smut of paraded emotivity, showy lack of self-control. Whenever he sees people crying he pounces on his victims with his skateboard and cancels every single tear with dry, precise, surgical thrusts of his tongue, as if he wanted to jerk the tears off their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;White Plume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A sign neither of wisdom nor premature graying, W.P.'s mop of white hair is nothing but an emblem of surrender, a pale rag exhibited to placate the enemy attack. W.P. has given up, he's said a definitive yes to all contemporary art: Andy yes, Olaf yes, Anselm yes, Li yes, Franz yes, Gina yes, Bernard yes, Joseph yes, Alighiero yes, Oleg yes......He accepts every new current imposed by the system of international art without the slightest reserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And yet one day, during a conference at the university, while his friend Yep-Professor was praising J.K.'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;paintings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, I saw him pretend to cough and I heard - just just barely - an almost imperceptible - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vex9yKWcqgE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; - resonate in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;******* regally strides down the red carpet that accompanies him everywhere like a tapis roulant. To see him walk with his head held high, with that grimace so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;collet montè&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, reminds us of certain Tiepolo frescoes where all you see of the faces are the holes of the nose. He rarely appears at the balcony of his loft to address the populace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Fössi case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fössi is too much! He invents a new art movement every week. Fössi has just got to calm down. Too many ephemeral enthusiasms. He wants to find the new genius of art, and so we see him continually organizing new shows, writing ponderous catalogues on a ravenous binge of unrestrained accumulation. Inevitably, due to haste and distraction, he makes mistakes, and the balance, in the end, is negative. So he falls into depression. A pity, because he's an intelligent guy, if he tries hard he can make it. Everyone's talking about it: Fössi has become a case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;360°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;They say he is a great intellectual, with one single deficiency: due to impaired sight he recognizes only the angles of the figures. In the paintings 360° particularly appreciates the precision of the right angles of the frame. To measure them he keeps in his pocket a collection of goniometers, which he also uses in the pursuit of his idea of cataloguing all the angles of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;il&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Michele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;What does Cristiano Malgioglio's song "Sbucciami" have to do with contemporary art? Are you kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;il&lt;/em&gt; Michele (the art curator) sings it to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP-C26fehcc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP-C26fehcc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She_Silencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;She omits (deliberately) lots of news on the system of art. An intelligence devoted to mixing people up by manipulating information. Her favorite interlocutors are Councilors for the Arts, sports reporters, PR people - people who can't tell when she's bullshitting them. With a silencer it's easy to bump artists off, and she knows this very well. She has a company specialized in museum furnishings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kappa-gnacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Is Kappa-gnacca happy or sad? Just by looking at her you really can't tell. Some day I'd like to decipher that strange expression of hers. A melancholy cheerfulness? Happy disappointment? The artists Kappa-gnacca likes are equally indefinable, unplaceable, impossible. She tells enigmatic jokes that you understand (with a bitter smile) only years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nostalghia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Under his raincoat he keeps - carefully catalogued - the souvenir photos of his years as a militant critic. He was young then, he still believed in art. If someone reproaches him for his current lack of ideas, Nostalghia goes all atremble and opens his raincoat, displaying his glorious past. Silence falls all around and he, as a sign of triumph, emits a counter-tenor top note - a bit hoarse, we must admit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Piero the Swapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGA26QPP3Ys"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Since artists have become stars just like musicians, Swapper can no longer figure out who does what. He confuses the New Romantics with Carlo Maria Mariani, Hard Rock with Art Brut. Gutai is not a Manga character! Arte Povera is not Dogma! Someone needs to tell him that Andy Sex is a singer (a pretty good one), not a painter from Mykonos; Raffaella Carrà is a TV showgirl (a pretty old one), not a video artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPAAoSFfFww"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPAAoSFfFww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Moustakibaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;With her long black whiskers like a Chinese mandarin, Moustakibaby pretends to be the art critic of the "S.Loveno" cultural center in Venice Beach, but in fact she traffics artworks between Russia and Japan. If an artist of real talent sets foot in her cultural center, Moustakibaby's reaction is quite strange: her whiskers stand on end and she meows undecipherable phrases as she dashes away, scattering rusty tacks in her wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;PERMANENT 900&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;It is easy to portray PERMANENT 900! Just scribble a bush of walking hair, a permanent inflated by a first-rate hairdresser. Above the imposing mane we pencil in a little pipe, like a crooked little smokestack. For her the glorious century of modern art will never come to an end, it is a PERMANENT reality. When the smokestack on her head puffs a tuft of hair it is an unequivocal signal that PERMANENT 900 has had an ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHLewcdIWlw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: block" id="formatbar_CreateLink" onmouseup="" class="down" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" title="Link" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img class="gl_link" border="0" alt="Link" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fairy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Who is Fairy? She is a member of that little group (gnomes, elves, etc.) that materializes itself only at the university. She flits light as a butterfly through the classrooms alighting on the professorial chair with a sigh; she takes her seat, conjuring up dream landscapes; she tells of fabulous journeys, beautiful things that happen far far away. Outside the university&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Fairy does not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;" " never does anything for "nothing". He writes well but not "well", sometimes he writes badly, but not "badly". "That" "which" "he says" he "often" "says again" in " ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cicci-Impacci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just look, here come Cicci-Impacci! Dazed expression, schoolboy's uniform, sugar skull (toy design) in his hand; C-I is an artist and art critic (see “Robert Star in Venice”). He lives continually tormented by a thousand Hamletic doubts on contemporary art. And he can't hold himself back, he speaks about his uncertainties with everyone. Is it better to do graffiti on walls or exhibit in a gallery? Underground or museums? Is it right to play the whore with the first art collector who comes along? Cicci-Impacci is thinking hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4G6BiNrzeY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4G6BiNrzeY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-2119922066541621024?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2119922066541621024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/2119922066541621024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/10/cri-tic-ah.html' title='CRI-TIC-AH! 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Ha fondato Arte&amp;amp;Gossip, una rivista che riporta gli amori e i tradimenti, i segreti inconfessabili di artisti, collezionisti, critici, i piccanti (e scabrosi) retroscena dei premi d'arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Con la sua amica Paparazza (vedi Robert star in Venice) organizza movimentate serate all’insegna di pettegolezzi e maldicenze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ama l’arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; à pois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4ZTEoDNCkk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4ZTEoDNCkk&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sbrodolone 38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;S38 è tutto un prolasso. Quando vede un quadro che gli piace si piscia addosso, si scaccola durante le performance, molla scoregge ai vernissage. Se frequentate le mostre degli artisti underground lo avrete senz'altro notato. Come un picachu saltella allegramente tra la folla dei visitatori, si gratta felice il giallo pancione sudato che straborda dai jeans a vita bassa. Parla a voce alta mentre beve il solito drink e sputa l’oliva mirando al suo ombelico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Strappalacrime 0.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Uomo tutto d’un pezzo, rigorosissimo, granitico. Veste di nero, guarda sempre avanti, impettito e dritto come un palo. L'unica cosa che mi piace di 0.2 è il suo velocissimo skateboard motorizzato; quando ci sale sopra sembra una statua dell’Isola di Pasqua a zonzo per i musei. Le lacrime sono per 0.2 uno spettacolo osceno, sconcezza d’emotività esibita, plateale mancanza di autocontrollo: ogniqualvolta vede qualcuno piangere si fionda con il suo skateboard sul malcapitato e cancella ogni singola lacrima con colpi di lingua secchi, precisi, chirurgici, come se volesse strapparla dal viso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Penna Bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Non raggiunta saggezza, non effetto di precoce incanutimento, la zazzera bianca di P.B indica unicamente segnale di resa, candido straccio esibito per placare l’attacco nemico. P.B si è arreso, ha detto un sì definitivo a tutta l’arte contemporanea: Andy sì, Olaf sì, Anselm sì, Li sì, Franz sì, Gina sì, Bernard sì, Joseph sì, Alighiero sì, Oleg sì......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ogni nuova corrente imposta dal sistema dell’arte internazionale viene da lui accettata senza riserva alcuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eppure un giorno, durante una conferenza all’università, mentre il suo amico Yep-Professor lodava i "dipinti" di J.K, lo vidi fingere di tossire e udii, appena percettibile, un debolissimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; – &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vex9yKWcqgE"&gt;nooooo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; - risuonare nell’aula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;******* incede regalmente sul suo tappeto rosso che lo accompagna ovunque come un tapis roulant. A vederlo camminare a testa alta, con quella smorfia così &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;collet montè&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, ricorda certi affreschi del Tiepolo dove delle facce si vedono solo i buchi del naso. Raramente si affaccia al balcone del suo loft per parlare al popolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Il caso Fössi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Esagerato Fössi! S’inventa una corrente artistica alla settimana.&lt;br /&gt;Fössi deve darsi una calmata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Troppi entusiasmi passeggeri. Vuole scoprire in nuovo genio dell’arte e per questo lo vediamo continuamente organizzare mostre, scrivere ponderosi cataloghi con una smania bulimica di accumulo incontrollata. Inevitabilmente, per fretta e distrazione, sbaglia, e il bilancio, alla fine, è negativo. Così cade in depressione. Peccato perché è un tipo intelligente, se s’impegna ce la può fare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ne parlano tutti: Fössi ormai è un caso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;360°&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Di lui dicono sia un grande intellettuale con un’unica carenza: per un difetto di vista riconosce solo gli angoli delle figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nei quadri apprezza particolarmente la precisione degli angoli retti del telaio; per misurarli tiene in tasca una collezione di goniometri. Vuole catalogare tutti gli angoli dell'arte ("Ambrose Vollard", Minimalismo, i "Cretti" ecc..).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Il Michele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cosa c’entra la canzone “Sbucciami” di Cristiano Malgioglio con l’arte contemporanea? C’entra eccome: il Michele (curatore di mostre) la canta a tutti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP-C26fehcc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP-C26fehcc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Silenziatrice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Bugiarda. Omette (volutamente) molte notizie sul sistema dell’arte. Un’intelligenza dedita a far fumo manipolando l’informazione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I suoi interlocutori preferiti sono gli assessori alla cultura, i giornalisti sportivi, i PR, quelli incapaci di capire quando racconta balle. Sa bene che - col silenziatore - è facile far fuori gli artisti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ha una ditta specializzata nell’arredamento di musei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kappa-gnacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Kappa-gnacca è triste o felice? Guardandola in faccia non si capisce. Un giorno vorrei riuscire a decifrare quella sua strana espressione. Una mesta allegria? Felice disillusione? Gli artisti della sua scuderia sono ugualmente indefinibili, incollocabili, impossibili. Kappa-gnacca racconta enigmatiche barzellette che si comprendono (con un sorriso amaro) solo a distanza di anni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nostalghia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sotto l’impermeabile tiene, ben catalogate, le foto ricordo dei suoi anni di critico militante. Era giovane allora, credeva ancora nell’arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Se qualcuno gli rinfaccia la sua attuale mancanza di idee, Nostalghia trema tutto e apre l’impermeabile, mostra la sua ruota di pavone. Allora intorno si fa silenzio e lui, come segno di vittoria, emette un acuto da controtenore, per la verità un po’ roco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Piero Scambista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Da quando gli artisti fanno i divi come le star della musica, Scambista non riesce più a distinguere chi fa cosa. Confonde i New Romantics con Carlo Maria Mariani, l’Hard Rock con l’Art Brut. Gutai non è un personaggio dei Manga! L’Arte Povera non è Dogma! Insegnategli che Andy Sex è un cantante (bravo), non un pittore di Mykonos, Raffaella Carrà è una soubrette televisiva, non una videoartista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPAAoSFfFww"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rPAAoSFfFww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Baffutababy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Lunghi baffetti neri da mandarino cinese, Baffutababy finge di essere la critica d’arte del centro culturale “S.Loveno” a Venice Beach, in realtà gestisce un illegale business di opere d’arte tra Russia e Giappone. Se un artista di talento mette piede nel suo centro culturale, Baffutababy ha una curiosa reazione: le si rizzano i baffetti e miagola frasi indecifrabili mentre corre via seminando puntine arrugginite sul pavimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;900 PERMANENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Facile ritrarre 900 PERMANENTE! Basta scarabocchiare un cespuglio di capelli che cammina, una permanente gonfiata da un abilissimo parrucchiere. Sopra l’enorme chioma spunta un tubicino, come un piccolo fumaiolo storto. Sotto, due polpacci color collant e scarpette di vernice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Per lei il glorioso secolo dell’arte moderna non finirà mai, è una realtà PERMANENTE.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Quando dal camino sulla testa sbuffa un ciuffo di capelli è segnale inequivocabile che 900 PERMANENTE ha avuto un’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHLewcdIWlw"&gt;idea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; (vecchia). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fatina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chi è Fatina? Fa parte di quel piccolo popolo (gnomi, elfi ecc..) che si materializza solo all’università. Vola leggera come una libellula per le aule posandosi sopra la cattedra con un sospiro, si siede ed evoca paesi di sogno, racconta di viaggi straordinari, cose belle che accadono lontano lontano. Fuori dell’università Fatina non esiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“ ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;“ ” non fa mai niente per “niente”. Scrive bene ma non “bene”, a volte scrive male, ma non “male”. “Quello” “che” “dice” “spesso” “lo” “ridice” tra “ ”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cicci-Impacci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To' guarda! Arriva Cicci-Impacci! Sguardo smarrito, divisa da scolaretto, teschio di zucchero (toy design) in mano: C-I è artista e critico d’arte (vedi Robert Star in Venice) che vive continuamente tormentato da mille amletici dubbi sull’arte contemporanea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E non sa frenarsi, parla con tutti delle sue incertezze. Meglio far graffiti sui muri o esporre in galleria? Underground o musei? E’ giusto far la troietta col primo collezionista che capita a tiro? Cicci-Impacci ci sta pensando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4G6BiNrzeY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4G6BiNrzeY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Ogni riferimento a fatti e/o persone realmente esistenti è puramente casuale. Tutti i personaggi sono frutto della fantasia dell’autore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;All Images and text within this website are copywritten by their authors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-8286224209204940053?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8286224209204940053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/8286224209204940053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/09/cri-tic-ah.html' title='CRI-TIC-AH!'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-6074518917722552811</id><published>2008-08-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:14:19.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Conferenza - Scene dalla Boh-Hemm #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Scene dalla Boh Hemm #2&lt;br /&gt;Conferenza (templi, padelle e DJ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ciclo di incontri al centro underground ******: Alejandra presenta l’Artista-Saccopelista. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 personaggi seduti dietro una scrivania di formica in stile &lt;em&gt;Scuola Media (epoca Gigi XV)&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra, critica d’arte spagnola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L’Artista-Saccopelista (con un coloratissimo zaino zeppo di libri, pennelli, antenne, scarpe da ginnastica, computer, pins, pendagli ying yang, bandane, mappe, ecc...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo Masi Galliandi, scrittore e collezionista, veste un completo anni Settanta tinta vaniglia, camicia a righette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tra il pubblico (poco numeroso) scalpita, seduto in ultima fila, l’Intossicone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Sono felice che tu abbia accettato l'invito del nostro centro underground; ho sempre apprezzato le tue opere. Da dove nasce l’idea di utilizzare i detersivi, i disinfettanti per la casa, gli ammorbidenti, come materiali per la pittura?&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Veramente non ho mai dipinto col detersivo.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: (guarda la scaletta) Ah sì – scusssa! L’incontro con l'artista-laundry è domani, tu sei quello dell'autostop. &lt;em&gt;Paraje!&lt;/em&gt;Artista-S: Esatto Alejandra. Io sono l’Artista-Saccopelista ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alejandra: Allora spiegami che ci fai con quel coso la? (indica un flacone di liquido verde infilato in una tasca dello zaino). E’ lo Z-lavapiatti, il detersivo &lt;em&gt;made in India&lt;/em&gt;, no? Subodh Gupta ci pulisce le sue installazioni di padelle! &lt;em&gt;Paraje!&lt;/em&gt; Lo scolabottiglie l'ha già usato Duchamp, le forchette le ha piegate Munari, i servizi da dodici li ha appiccicati Julian Schnabel sui quadri, la tazzina rivestita di pelo è della Oppenheim, Hirst fa i sottaceti con le mucche: gli artisti oggi usano tutto quello che si trova in cucina. Minimo minimo con lo Z-lavapiatti ci devi fare un capolavoro!&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Artista-S: Lo utilizzo tassativamente solo come vernice finale. Parliamoci chiaro: tanti artisti inseguono le mode ed il risultato sono opere fragili che si rompono con un grissino e durano quanto la vita di una zanzara. Le mie invece sfidano il tempo e...non ci crederete, ma stanno tutte qui dentro! TUMP TUMP - (batte la mano sullo zaino)&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: &lt;em&gt;Extraordinaire,&lt;/em&gt; divebbevo a Pavigi.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Bene, però spiegaci questa smania di viaggiare...sei sempre in &lt;em&gt;movimiento&lt;/em&gt;! Febbre dell'autostoppista?&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: No Nein&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Misuri la vita a chilometri? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artista-S: Naaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Ti sbrasi “on the road”?&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Nada&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Hai il bernoccolo del centometrista? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artista-S: Nisba (muove gli indici come due tergicristalli). Semplicemente seguo un vento, un soffio, tampino il fuoco dell'arte: il PIR! PIR in greco è fuoco, da cui isPIRazione, sPIRito, PIRa...&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: ...da cui PIVla, divebbevo a Livovno.&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Vado di turbo! Non mi faccio imbrigliare, metter sotto da certi galleristi mocciosetti. Non sono uno della ghenga dei mocciosetti...&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: &lt;em&gt;Tiene los pelos en las balotas&lt;/em&gt;, divebbevo a Bavcellona.&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: ...quelli sono figli di papà cresciuti nel brodo grasso. Inutile perder tempo con gallerie-premi-musei, la vera galleria è la strada; smercio le mie opere dove capita. Ai grandi raduni, ai rave-party: una pacchia. Lo sai chi sono i galleristi che preferisco? I DJ!&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: &lt;em&gt;Pinciadisco&lt;/em&gt;, diremmo noi a Barcellona.&lt;br /&gt;Masi Gallaindi: (annuisce) &lt;em&gt;Street wise&lt;/em&gt;, saggezza della stvada, divebbevo a Dublino.&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Guardate qua (pesca dallo zaino dei cubetti metallici)&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: &lt;em&gt;Paraje!&lt;/em&gt; Vedi che ho ragione. I dadi per il brodo…quelli li hai rubati dal ristorante di qualche museo!&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Opere datate 2002. Mini-Minimalismo. Sculture a misura di Legoland, cubetti da tasca e da comodino. E...TUMP TUMP (batte la mano sullo zaino) stanno tutte qui dentro! (estrae dei cilindri rosa). Voilà tre sculture del 2020.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: 2020?&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Postdatate. Esporrò la serie completa solo dal 2020.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Sembrano maxi supposte...&lt;br /&gt;Artista-S: Ja, giusto! Le usano i veterinari indiani per curare gli elefanti. Le ho scoperte durante una mia trasferta a Gundapndur, nell'India del sud. Sono completamente incise - da me - con figure infere e angeliche: Cattivik in tutte le posizioni, come nei bassorilievi dei templi Gupta. Roba per stomaci forti.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Non mi dirai che queste popò di sculture finiscono nel popò degli elefanti?&lt;br /&gt;Artista-s: Le usano gli stitici critici d’arte quando hanno l’intestino fermo…agli anni Novanta!&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: &lt;em&gt;Dbdgh-nda,&lt;/em&gt; divebbero a Calcutta.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Caro Masi Galliandi, so che lei possiede numerosi lavori dell'Artista-Saccopelista.&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: Vevo, lo ammetto. Da molto mi intevesso alla sua vicevca. Definivei l'Avtista-Saccopelista un incovveggibile givamondo; mi tengo costantemente infovmato sui suoi spostamenti segnandoli con delle bandievine sulle mappe dell’Euvopa, dell'Asia, dell'Etvemo Oviente, fino al Comune di Vigonza. Da Tokio a&amp;nbsp;Vigonza e vicevevsa: la tvansumanza dell'avte. Ovini in change. E dico tva me e me, estasiato: ova è qvi. Ova è là. Sta facendo, sta cveando, smevcia le sue opeve dai DJ indjgeni.&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: &lt;em&gt;Che pasada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masi Galliandi: Eppevò, eppevò...se devo essev sincevo, vi sono altri cveativi che appvezzo, dei quali sono pvofondo estimatove. Pev esempio Daniele Scavpa Kos...&lt;br /&gt;Intossicone: NOU! (voce da Kermit con la raucedine)&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Eh?! (sorpresa e scocciata)&lt;br /&gt;Intossicone: NOU! Schiacchia Kous NOU! Tuto ma Schiacchia Kous NOU!&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Ancora l'Intossicone!&lt;br /&gt;Intossicone: Abaso Schiacchia Kous!&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Possibile Intossicone che devi sempre interrompere con i tuoi casini?&lt;br /&gt;Intossicone: Abaso Schiacchia!&lt;br /&gt;Masi Galliandi: &lt;em&gt;El soito sguavatacandeabvi&lt;/em&gt;, divebbero a Sacca Fisola&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra: Stop - pausa! La conferenza è sospesa. Riprenderemo quando l’Intossicone si sarà calmato!&lt;br /&gt;(Il pubblico si riversa sul distributore automatico di merendine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-6074518917722552811?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6074518917722552811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/6074518917722552811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/conferenza-scene-dalla-boh-hemm-2.html' title='Conferenza - Scene dalla Boh-Hemm #2'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-1136339460858607943</id><published>2008-08-08T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T11:26:06.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Figurine per le mie ricerche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rVvi6nEbi8/TayCNflobqI/AAAAAAAADz4/j-IGVdWaRhg/s1600/3figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche+-+Copia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rVvi6nEbi8/TayCNflobqI/AAAAAAAADz4/j-IGVdWaRhg/s1600/3figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche+-+Copia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parigi. Brasserie del Boulevard des Italiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;K2, tirolese infiltrato nel sistema dell'arte, e il pittore Gian-ugo attendono la critica d'arte Madame Connaisseur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Ti raccomando. Madame Connaisseur è un pezzo grosso. Se mi fai fare una brutta figura con questa qui...son fritto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Nn t preokkupare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Mi preoccupo, invece...di arte non ne sai una minchia liofilizzata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Chettecreti, ank'io leggo i siti t'arte contepporanea! Exi-Bart Simpson, Undo-vai.net ecc... Ho fisto tutte le Piennali di Fenezia. Rakkontiamo a Matame una palla. Diciamole ke sono un tirolese kollezionista t'arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Sei sicuro di saper recitare bene la parte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Arriva Madame Connaisseur trascinando i piedi. Crolla sulla sedia. Estrae dalla tasca un taccuino e inizia a scrivere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Bonjour Madame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C : Bonjour un corno! Sono sfinita. Ho un attacco di stanchite acutissima. Sto organizzando un'esposizione di Daniel Buren. Ci vogliono decine di assistenti. Legga qui (sfoglia il taccuino): assicuratore, badante, spolveratore, idraulico, antennista, avvitatore, svitatore, depilatore, ciclista... Passo intere giornate a fare e disfare le liste dei collaboratori. Un rebus senza fine. Ufff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Ah! L'artista francese Daniel Buren...trovo ipnotiche quelle sue opere a strisce rosse e bianche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: La maglie tei biankorossi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C.: Mmmm...anche lei bazzica il mondo dell'arte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Zono kollezionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: Di cosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Album Panini, ma anche "Le figurine per le mie ricerche”. Guardi! (le mostra figurine di calciatori) Materazzi, Valcareggi, Jovanotti/Jovanotte, Luciana Turina, i Pupo siciliani [della nazionale cantanti]. DJ Molella [della nazionale DJ]. Barbara Alberti, Bob-Dylan-Dog, Isabella Biagini [in panchina]. Amelie &amp;amp; Bovary, Re Gigi XV, Jean Val-jean, Jean Tin-Tin, Solange [nazionale francese]. Pippo-Franco-Battiato, la Scicolone, El Mariachi [nazionale marziana]. Giacinto di Pietrantonio, “Lo Strega”, Zio Tibia [della nazionale pauuuuuura]. &lt;a href="http://loredanalipperini.blog.kataweb.it/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Loredana Lipperatura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://whitehouse.splinder.com/post/20639111" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Luca-Rossi-Blissett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;[nazionale blogghisti]. Silvan, Sylvie Vartan, Ga-là Da-lì, l'Ape Maia-desnuda, Go-ja na voja, Ciucia-caenassi, Zuccherelli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Stooooooop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2:...inzomma, album kompleti Panini. Le figurine formato fototezzera sono di Thomas Ruff. 700 x tomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: K2 ha un debole per il Settecento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: Giovanni Paolo Pannini, il vedutista del Settecento! Ne possiedo uno. L'ho appeso in camera da letto, accanto ad un olio di Pompeo Batoni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Eeeeeeh battoni - kome no - ne konosco io di battoni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: Eclettico al 100%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: …ma in mia kamera ta letto ho kollokato la "Fenere dei calzini" ti Mikelancelo. Un Klazziko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: (gomitata a K2) Intendi "La venere degli stracci" di Michelangelo Pistoletto, l'installazione con una scultura tra gli stracci. Stracci, non calzini! E' vietato esporre opere tossiche. La venere, se fossero calzini, sarebbe ridotta una mezza scheggia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C.: Sono curiosa di sapere cosa ne pensate in Tirolo dell'arte contemporanea. Ad esempio...le piace l'artista tedesco Joseph Beuys, quello che si è chiuso per giorni in una stanza con un coyote tedesco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Ja! (canta jodel) Ja-Ja-Ja-hi-ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: Il suo Duchamp preferito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: A me du shampoo alla settimana nn bastano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: Le piace Sissì, la &lt;em&gt;bravà italienne&lt;/em&gt; che ha vinto il Premio Fuffa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: Pellissima la “Sissi" di Romy Schneider! Film uniko in kitschtecnicolor...solo Fisconti ha fatto meglio mettento nelle sue kolonne sonore "la kafalcata delle suocere-walchirie" di Wagner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: (Rosso di rabbia) Forse ti riferisci al "Ludwig" di Visconti...(Lascia cadere la forchetta) TLIIIINNNN- Ah!... mi aiuti a cercarla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(K2 e Gian-ugo carponi sul pavimento. Gemiti. Il tavolo traballa. Gian-ugo si risiede).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame C: K2 dovè? (alza la tovaglia. K2, legato, ha un tovagliolo ficcato in bocca). Ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Hemm...una variante tirolese delle mascherine anti-smog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame.C: A tavola? E come mangia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: Ce la fa, ce la fa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame.C: Mi domando in che modo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian-ugo: E che ne so? E' un vegano, un veget-art-iano, si nutre guardando cartoni animati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K2: (tenta di cantare uno jodel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-1136339460858607943?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1136339460858607943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/1136339460858607943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2008/08/figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche.html' title='Figurine per le mie ricerche'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0rVvi6nEbi8/TayCNflobqI/AAAAAAAADz4/j-IGVdWaRhg/s72-c/3figurine-per-le-mie-ricerche+-+Copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3615755013499030102</id><published>2008-08-08T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T15:29:10.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Scene dalla Boh!-Hem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chi ha paura del Barista&amp;amp;Artista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;I personaggi in scena sono tre critici d’arte seduti intorno ad un tavolino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tristolina (divisa grigia da scolaretta, faccia truccata come un emoticon triste)&lt;br /&gt;X Dragon Lady (elegante, ha una scopa di saggina ben legata alla schiena).&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu (somiglia al &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gastone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; di Petrolini, cilindro in testa, guanti bianchi)&lt;br /&gt;Alle loro spalle un giovane cameriere (il Barista&amp;amp;Artista) entra ed esce in scena portando vassoi e bibite. Indossa una maglietta con la sigla B&amp;amp;A. Sulla destra, ordinatamente allineati, si vedono alcuni telai vuoti di diverso colore.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  &lt;!--   @page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voce fuori scena, al buio:&lt;br /&gt;Macao. Al bar del nuovo museo Venice Pavillion è in corso la riunione di tre critici d’arte. Sono i curatori della mostra di Elio Vedovo - artista recentemente scomparso - che inaugurerà il Venice Pavillion.&lt;br /&gt;Eccoli: Tristolina, Deja Vu, X Dragon Lady (un fascio di luce si accende sui singoli personaggi per poi spegnersi velocemente).&lt;br /&gt;Vi ho spiegato tutto. Quindi, per favore, poi alla fine non venite a raccontarmi che non avete capito un tubo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Si riaccende la luce puntata sui tre attori)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: (Rivolgendosi a B) Cameriere! Tre “Under30” al tavolo, grazie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(B risponde facendo un OK con la mano. Poco dopo torna lasciando sul tavolino tre cocktail)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: I vostri “Under30”, signori.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Dunque, siamo qui al bar del Venice Pavillion per un importante lavoro…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: (Mestamente) Dobbiamo curare l’allestimento di questa mostra di Elio Vedovo. Solitamente noi tre ci disprezziamo professionalmente, intellettualmente, umanamente, ma ora, visto che ci hanno chiamato qui come critici d’arte e ci sono i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sghei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;money-dinero-деньги&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; per organizzare questa mostra insieme……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D, T, X: (In coro, inchinandosi): Massimo rispetto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Quando è crepato l’Elio Vedovo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Ieri. E’ un artista morto fresco di giornata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Sicura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Perché?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: E che ne so? Zombie, replicanti, cyborg, nelle riviste d’arte se ne vedono di tutti i colori! E se ci spunta il Vedovo redivivo e viene a romper le palle come fanno sempre gli artisti: &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l pezzo che hai scritto non c’entra nulla col mio lavoro - il titolo della mostra non mi piace…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre scontenti, sempre che si lamentano! Sei sicura che sia proprio un artista morto stecchito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: X Dragon Lady, mi deludi. Che paure irrazionali…ti aspetti davvero che spunti dal nulla l’Elio-Vedovo-zombie e ci zompi addosso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Cara mia, gli zombie zompano eccome! Non hai visto il documentario “L’alba dei mordi-viventi” di Romero? E i cadaveri di Fulci? Quelli corrono addirittura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Forse hai ragione...(rivolgendosi a D) sei certo che sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; morto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Massì, sono stato all’obitorio. E’ duro come uno stoccafisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Neanche un segnale tipo Freddy Krueger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: No, tranqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Nemmeno una zombata da “A volte ritornano” o alla “Tutto su mia nonna”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Ti dico che è più malmesso dell'uomo di Similaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Ah bene bene (fregandosi le mani) Allora è proprio nostro! (alzandosi, con voce cantilenante e braccia aperte) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E’ entrato nella storia dell’arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E’ cosa buona e giusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E’ tutta roba nostra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (ridacchiando) ...e ha fatto un sacco di quadri! (schiocca la bocca). La sua intera produzione ce la slurpiamo noi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Chi cura questa mostra per primo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Curi tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: No, curi tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Facciamo il gioco dei tre stecchetti. Chi lo pesca più lungo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Buona idea - mi sembra un’idea già sentita -.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Rompo in tre questo pennello. (Scelgono dalla mano della X Dragon Lady i tre pezzi di pennello)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Il pezzo più lungo l’ho pescato io. Allora, vediamo… inizierei a curarmi questo quadro del Vedovo. Ci scrivo un commento critico lungo tre pagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Che quadro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Questo qui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Ma è il cartello dei gelati!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Uffa che confusione! L’avevo detto che non dovevamo incontrarci al bar. Qui c’è un viavai...c'è troppa gente. Con tutto questo casino finisce che confondiamo la "porta" di Duchamp per la porta del frigo, e che scambiamo le scatolette “prodotte” da Manzoni per le Manzotin! Finisce che spalmiamo il "grasso" di Beuys sulle tartine al posto della maionese! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: I quadri di Elio Vedovo sono tutti in fila appoggiati al bancone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Ah sì, mi ero distratta, mi sono lasciata prendere dalla tristezza, scusate. Io mi curo un Vedovo del 1961. Me lo curo come un tamagotchi, e guai a chi ci mette le mani sopra. Tu puoi curarti quell’altro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Un quadro del Vedovo con quei colori? Sei matta? Stona con la gonna beige plissettata che voglio indossare al vernissage. Meglio un Vedovo tinta ruggine, oppure rosso vinaccia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Non potresti indossare il tailleur che avevi al Premio Furba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Qualcosa che ci sta bene qui non lo vedo. Ci vorrebbe un dipinto a sfumature chiare, color pastello. Il Vedovo non ha dipinto opere toni pastello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Il tubino che indossavi al vernissage dell’artista &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;G.N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; non lo porti più? Era perfetto da abbinare alle opere del Vedovo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Buona idea! Il tubino verde menta…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Mi sembra di aver visto qualcosa di suo sul verde, molto tempo fa, un vecchio dipinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Un vecchio quadro già visto? Cose vecchie già viste 1000 volte? Idee bollite, installazioni stracotte? Quelle me le curo tutte io! Adoro le cose già viste, anzi, straviste. Io sono il critico che ha fondato il movimento dello Stravismo, da non confondere con la rivista, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;l'avanspettacolo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e il varietà. Lo Stravismo è molto più rivisto della rivista: è stravisto. Niente di nuovo, tutto vecchio - ma sicuro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;W il varietà W Petrolini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ve lo ricordate Gastone? Che bella quella vecchia, vecchia canzone…(canta) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gastone, per me l’arte è un opinione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Sgrunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Che c’è?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T; Niente...io volevo qualche Elio Vedovo più dinamico, tagliente, questi sono tutti mosci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Senti, calmati, nella mostra ci mettiamo i mosci e stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Tristolina ha ragione. Anch'io non sono convinto dell'allestimento. Manca qualcosa. Che ne dite di esporre, insieme alle opere del Vedovo, tre quadri di Peter Tuttofreddo, un bravo artista stravisto che è il mio &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;protegè&lt;/span&gt;. Io lo proteggo e insieme ci beviamo l’Under30!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Scor-da-te-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: E di questo Peter che ci faccio? In magazzino ho un sacco di suoi quadri e…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: …e dalli al gatto che ha sempre fame. Piuttosto, sentite, quell’Elio Vedovo appeso al muro non se lo cura nessuno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D e L in coro: Quello è il cartello della toilette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Oooops! Mi ero intristita un attimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X si alza bruscamente dalla sedia e dimena i fianchi spazzando il pavimento con la scopa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Pulizia, pulizia!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Che fai? Chiami la polizia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Sei sorda? Ho detto pulizia! Non vedi che qui è tutto sporco? Chi ha sputato per terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Io non sputo mai nel bar dove mangio! Solo a Venezia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tre si accusano reciprocamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Possibile che con voi tutto deve sempre finire a scope e scopettoni!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Scusate se m’intrometto nella vostra…hem…"discussione". Lavoro qui al bar. Vi sembra una scelta giusta aprire questo nuovo spazio d’arte contemporanea, il Venice Pavillion, con un defunto come l’Elio Vedovo? Non sarebbe meglio iniziare con qualche idea nuova, o meglio, vivente? Ci sono già altre mostre del Vedovo in giro e, per la sua opera, costruiranno presto un Santuario Laico ai Magazzini del Pepe. Ho sentito dire che lì tutto lo spazio sarà solo per lui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D, T, X in coro: Cosa vuole lei! Chi l’ha interpellata!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Pensavo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D, T, X: Solo noi pensiamo, lei non è autorizzato a pensare, soprattutto in nostra presenza. E anche se pensa sappia che è cattiva educazione, dinnanzi a noi, non mettere il silenziatore ai suoi parlati-pensieri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Come faccio a spiegarmi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Si esprima a gesti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B cerca di comunicare goffamente con gesti e grugniti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: // %&amp;amp; :( "." ;% ? S° ^_^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Alt! Questo discorso mi sembra d'averlo già sentito 1000 volte. Interessante…. Parli pure che voglio capire bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Grazie. Anch’io sono artista. Lavoro in questo bar per mantenermi. Mi presento: il mio nome è Barista&amp;amp;Artista (sono terzo nella - finta - classifica d'arte underground della rivista Pakkott dopo Pierino&amp;amp;Fenech e Botte&amp;amp;Kartoni). Ho letto da qualche parte un intrevento in cui Daniele Scarpa Kos sostiene che…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D, T, X: (sommessamente, in coro) Oooooooooooooh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Uno come lei può arrivare terzo solo al torneo di canasta. E non nomini Scarpa Kos davanti a noi che è come chiamare il diavolo a San Pietro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Daniele Scarpa Kos ha riacceso, con le sue lettere ai giornali, il dibattito sull’arte locale veneziana e la produzione culturale. In città si sono aperti nuovi spazi e decine di artisti vi hanno esposto, le sue mostre underground hanno fatto notizia a livello nazionale. In altre situazioni un artista capace di questo riceverebbe ben altra attenzione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Povero cicciolo, lei da dove è uscito, dal mondo delle fiabe? L’hanno cotta nel forno di Hansel e Gretel? Ha il cervello di Pollicino? Noi siamo italiani, caro mio, e in Italia l’unica mission è dare Potere al Potere, sempre! Si è accorto sì o no che lì, per un artista, parlare, esprimere un’opinione, è una colpa irredimibile, un reato gravissimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: E poi Daniele Scarpa Kos è uno straccione, uno delle favelas dell’arte. Dove sono i soldi? Oggi l’arte contemporanea è roba da ricchi: industrie, banche, manager, grandi musei, metropoli, fiere. Scarpa Kos fa underground, c’è il rischio che s’inventi qualcosa di nuovo mentre a noi piacciono solo le opere straviste. Con una mostra dedicata a Scarpa Kos chiediamo lo sponsor a una banca? Con Scarpa Kos non ci fanno neanche un mutuo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Ci vuole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;robbba sicuuura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Opere d'arte che hanno già fatto dieci volte il giro del mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D: Artisti strafamosi, senza rischi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Un contorno che colpisca la fantasia delle masse: installazioni che costano, video con gli effetti speciali, record d’asta, grandi numeri, gossip di lusso, fidanzate, un femore foderato di diamanti, un osso sacro con i piercing, campagne stampa, Carla Bruni, piramidi ecc…e dica a Daniele-Scarpa-Kos che, se proprio non ha i diamanti, sul femore ci metta almeno i crisoberilli che sono pur sempre una base d'asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(rappando)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per far pienone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ci vuole un grande nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L’installazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;La mangio a colazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;L’artista è un babbeo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo metto nel museo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E anche se fa schifo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ci faccio il tifo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barista&amp;amp;Artista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non me la conti giusta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le tue Fave di Fuca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le dai alla foca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sì, ci vogliono i grandi nomi. Già, il nome…Daniele Scarpa Kos! Kos: Kos’è? Il nome di un pappagallo? Un cacatua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Cacamia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: No cacamia, cacatua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Cacasua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: Tua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Eppure io ho trent’anni, ho viaggiato, in altri paesi europei gli artisti e i giovani sono sostenuti dalle istituzioni, invece in Italia oltre a non aiutarti in nulla ti bollano come bamboccione e mammone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Aspetti un attimo. Una possibilità si dà anche ai disperati, a quelli con le pezze sul culo come lei (X Dragon Lady prende dalla borsa un volumone). Vediamo se è registrato nel mio listone dei pizzini. Qui, non c’è. Non è nemmeno iscritto all’università, non c’è nella lista degli amici degli amici, non ha esposto alle Collezioni d’arte autunno-inverno a Milano, non è l’amante di nessuno (ride)….ma che mostra vuole fare? (imitando la voce di Brigitta e muovendo le mani come due alette) Uè, bamba! Vai a vederti il Beato Angelico e sogna ad occhi aperti! (ridono).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: E poi ci pensi…il tempo perso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Davvero, si convinca, si metta il cuore in pace. Lo diciamo per lei, per il suo bene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: Le favelas dell’arte sono sempre esistite, no? Proprio lei, X-Dragon, lei che continuamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; conferenze e saggi sugli artisti delle sperimentazioni degli anni Sessanta e Settanta......quelli non erano dei coraggiosi straccioni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X: Ecco, ha visto cosa succede se si mette a pensare?! Perché me lo fa ripetere…lei non deve pensare! Vede che brutti scherzi le tirano tutti quei neuroni dentro il cervello che si agitano, si muovono irrequieti, ballano la lambada…li tenga fermi, immobili. Li blocchi. Li ingessi. Noi pensiamo per lei. Deleghi a noi il pensiero, e lei faccia finalmente il suo mestiere, faccia l’artista, lo stravagante. S’inventi cose strambe. Lo sa come si dice in Spagna? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estrafalario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estrafalario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; vuol dire stravagante, eccentrico. Faccia l'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;estrafalario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! Ci diverta! Ci faccia ridere. Ecco, sì: ci faccia ridere! ESTRAFALARIO, vogliamo RIDERE! Noi ridendo dimentichiamo tutto…e dimenticare è un po’ come pulire…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X si alza e ricomincia a scopare per terra. Esce di scena ripetendo “Pulizia, pulizia!”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B: (in un angolo della scena in penombra) Va bene, ho capito. Se le cose serie non le volete cercherò.....cercherò di farvi ridere....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T: (tra sé) Oddio, la fanatica riattacca con la pulizia. Troppe chiacchiere oggi. Mi hanno intristita. To', che strano questo grande dipinto di Elio Vedovo! Di che anno è? C’è la data…2007. C’è scritto sopra…Biennale d’arte di.....Macao. Quasi quasi lo metto in catalogo……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D.S.K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ogni riferimento a fatti e/o persone realmente esistenti è puramente casuale. Tutti i personaggi - tranne Daniele S.K, Carla Bruni, Pierino&amp;amp;Fenech - sono frutto della fantasia dell’autore).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3615755013499030102?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3615755013499030102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3615755013499030102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/03/scene-dalla-boh-hem.html' title='Scene dalla Boh!-Hem...'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2507078222196155448.post-3174377489505054731</id><published>2008-08-05T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T05:29:02.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commedia Dell&apos;Arte-contemporanea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boh-Hemm'/><title type='text'>Intervista a Nick Boom-ato</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;L'intervista a N.B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, prima parte del “Dizionario di KOS-SLANG”,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; era rimasta in un taccuino nella tasca mio eskimo. Ora l'ho schiaffata nel blog. Vediamo se riuscite a capire k è...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bubbles 4 Nick Boom-ato&lt;br /&gt;Un giornalista di MousseCream ha incontrato Nick Boom-ato, artista italiano che vive a N.Y. Ecco a voi l'intervista....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B: (seduto in posa michelangiolesca su un alto sgabello, mastica una gomma-bubble) ...Più in là!&lt;br /&gt;MC: Così?&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Un po' più a destra...&lt;br /&gt;MC: Qui va bene?&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Mi sembra OK! Da lì mi vede abbastanza scorciato, di sotto in su? Non sembro uno degli affreschi di Parmigianino a Fontanellato?&lt;br /&gt;MC: (timidamente) Sì, sì. Molto manieristico.&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Bene! Ora che siamo in posizione possiamo iniziare l'intervista! 1-2-3-via! (Boom! - fa scoppiare una bubble rosa)&lt;br /&gt;MC: Dunque...la sua prima mostra si è svolta in una galleria veneziana...&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Stop! Falsa partenza! Ma che domanda è? Venezia non conta niente. Ricominciamo. 1-2-3-via! (BOOM! - Bubble #2)&lt;br /&gt;MC: Lei spesso collabora con altri artisti. Il suo amico fumettista, la sua amica videomaker...&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Due spettatori, fan, ammiratori, anzi tifosi dei miei lavori, sono due del club dei Nicktifosi, degli hoolifans!&lt;br /&gt;MC: E lei per chi tifa?&lt;br /&gt;R.B: Artisticamente, per Mr Giotto.&lt;br /&gt;MC: Mr Giotto?&lt;br /&gt;R.B: Uno che ha riempito i soffitti dell'acquario di Padova con scritte e letterone, quelle che fanno i graffitari!&lt;br /&gt;MC: Alcune sue opere rappresentano la morte di celebri star di Hollywood. A quando una scultura su Bollywood o Cinecittà?&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Per la mia prossima mostra sto preparando un video sul mal di pancia di Bombolo.&lt;br /&gt;MC: Un soggetto drammatico...&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Veramente Bombolo nel dizionario del cinema di Hollywood non l'ho ancora trovato (o forse è scritto troppo in piccolo, non so) cmq ci sarà lui che fa il morto in un laghetto dei giardini pubblici di NY. E qui arriva il colpo di scena, la sciupada bubble. Fa il morto ma non lo è, ha solamente mangiato troppo. Ti guarda con la coda dell'occhio e ti chiede: "Oj! Porteme er caffè!". Ho già il titolo: - The death of B...B...B...Boom!bolo – (bubble#3).&lt;br /&gt;MC: Ho letto in una intervista del 2007 la sua teoria degli "accumuli platonici". Ce la può spiegare meglio?&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Per trovare gli accumuli platonici&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bisogna essere allenati, saperli riconoscere. A Covolo, un paesino in provincia di Wicenza Washington (la città dove sono nato), c'era un accumulo platonico da paura. Una cosa da non credere. Un altro l'ho trovato qui a N.Y.&lt;br /&gt;MC: Chissà cosa contengono...&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Di tutto: kajal - aspirapolveri – orologi svizzeri – nutella – Mr Giotto – penne biro – auto d'epoca – toy design – manga – giraffe di peluche - Carlos Basualdo; roba che nel vortice dell'accumulo platonico viene rimpastata, ciungata ben bene, ridotta in materia prima, prima. Prima, intendo, del Boom-bang conseguenza del big bang che ha dato inizio al cosmo; gli scienziati riescono ancor oggi ad ascoltarne l'eco in FM nelle radio private, tra una canzone e l'altra.&lt;br /&gt;MC: Per questo lei mastica sempre! Sta impastando la sua materia prima!&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Tu pensa per te. Mangiati la tua MousseCream riscaldata. Boom! (bubble #4).&lt;br /&gt;MC: Si trova bene in America?&lt;br /&gt;N.B: Non hai capito niente! Io-so-no a-me-ri-ca-no! Ho tutti i titoli e sottotitoli in inglese! Un accumulo platonico di sottotitoli grande come una casa!&lt;br /&gt;MC: Se devo esser sincero, gli "accumuli platonici" mi sembrano quelli che ho io attualmente. La mia ragazza è all'estero da tre settimane e quindi...&lt;br /&gt;N.B: ...quindi vai più in bianco di un monocromo/achrome di Piero Manzoni! Allora to', leggiti 'sto librone! E' il manuale del dialetto slang d'arte degli artisti italiani a NY, e vedrai che anche tu farai...BOOM! (Bubble#5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/05/kos-slang.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2010/05/kos-slang.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniele Scarpa Kos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2507078222196155448-3174377489505054731?l=cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3174377489505054731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2507078222196155448/posts/default/3174377489505054731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-tic-ah.blogspot.com/2009/08/intervista-nick-boom-ato.html' title='Intervista a Nick Boom-ato'/><author><name>mute041</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
