Tutto ciò che resta
Hybridizaction 15
2023
Duration 1h30' approximately.
Tuesday, October 31
Academy of Fine Arts of Verona
With the participation of:
Giuseppe Battilana, Giulia Balboni, Federica
Boschetto, Ortensia Benussi , Valentina Bertoldo,
Marco Berton, Nicole Betti, Sara Biondani,
Elena Boccini, Andrea Bonetti, Denise Bovo,
Veronica Bragaglini, Cecilia Brunetti, Glenda
Calabretto, Lorenzo Castiglioni, Valentina Cavion,
Patrizia Conati, Anna Cornago, Cecilia Cugola,
Silvia Daducci, Wesley Alves Da Silva, Sara Di Nuzzi,
Laura Donisi, Shayegh Ehsan, Francesca Famanelli,
Angelica Fornalè, Letizia Frescura, Laura Angela
Gelsomini, Marta Goglio, Francesco Lasala, Bianca
Leahu, Filippo Locatelli, Jessica Mantovani,
Chiara Marcon, Francesca Marta, Federica Moi,
Laura Martinez Ortega, Rabeah Mashinchi,
Flavio Masiero, Gaia Meneghetti, Filippo Montedoro,
Davide Nitti, Samuele Palladino, Elisabetta Parolotti,
Arianna Plebs, Paolo Protasoni, Cristian Rebesan,
Elisa Rizzioli, Sara Rocco, Thomas Romagnolo, Anna
Ronchiato, Maria Valeria Rotaru, Giacomo Segantin,
Aurora Sestan, Matteo Trentin, Emma Troletti, Anna
Ulivi, Sara Valbusa, Chiara Ventura, Alice Voglino,
Marta Zaninello, Eleonora Zattoni, Chiara Zuanazzi.
Organizational support
Giuseppe Vigolo and Gessica Sartori
At the appointed time I present myself at the main entrance which leads to the courtyard of the Academy of Fine Arts of Verona. I don’t go in but I remain on the zenith of the door with my feet neither in nor out. I occupy the line of the Duchampian cooler, the one that separates the realm of the feminine from that of the masculine. The non-zone. I whisper a phrase softly in the ear of whoever is in front of me, I retrace my steps and leave. As in a wireless telephone, a sentence passes from mouth to ear until it reaches the last in line. She who lastly receives the message and translates it pictorially into an image. No one will ever know if the initial message will be the same one that reached the other extreme. Exactly what happens in the dynamics between professor and student.
On my last day of service, I shared with my students a project that marked my departure and showed the direction of anyone who wants to become an author. The path of those who look forward in search of their own identity.
The success of the project depended on the presence of a minimum number of sixty students sufficient to cover the sixty meters that connected the entrance door and the painting laboratory. Each of us discovered at the last minute that that number of attendees was there and mutually made possible the reality of the event.