THE PLACES OF THE INVISIBLE

For your ears only (x & y).

Word / City

y: Cities are a ‘weaving’ of relationships, exchanges, things, objects, people. That is the only way to live that is worth living. I grew up in Milan and returned after many years. Man is made to live in the city.

x: Someone said: “In the beginning is the relationship”. Are we sure?

Word / Invisible

y: «The essential is invisible to the eyes». The most important things are invisible: your soul, love … relationships between people and things. In the city it is the emptiness of public spaces.

x: The emptiness of the infinite possibilities …

Word / Border

y: I do not consider it as a ‘limit’, a line, something that divides. For me it is more a grey area, a place where two forces interact. A commingling (a combination of more things/blending?)

x: We are often reminded that it is important to give yourself a limit to overcome it.

Word / Journey

y: It always makes me think of life. I have a project in my mind that has been linked to travel and life. I struggle to think of something else. I love traveling, but one of the good things about travel is when you are back home.READ MORE

Isabella Angelantoni, like an impatient spider in an unfinished frame

If the cities Marco Polo visited were never the same as those imagined by the Emperor, those presented by the artist Isabella Angelantoni are even more distant than those described by Italo Calvino.

The book serves as a backdrop of words offered to a “donna faber”, who by her very nature is more able to build a city than to discover one  in order to protect its poetic and existential metamorphosis.  The artist’s delicate “settlements” have nothing to do with archeology or conquests, instead they are like a lovely game of mirrors reflecting the creator/creation, a concept which has previously been interpreted by Didone/Cartagine, Bouctou/Timbouctou, Partenope/Naples. Isabella is like a modern-day Sherezade, and she has taken “that” book, year after year, map after map, stretching it out in her memories and gestures until it becomes a tenuous graphic framework, or a rhythmic and symbolic warehouse, from which she can use new narrative tools to guide us towards a necessary materialism.  Isabella has produced a collection of work about memories of the future,  evoking Buckminster Fuller and Polynesian Mattang, Mirò and unfinished tapestries, Oskar Schlemmer and shoots of twining plants, Harry Kramer and tracks left in the sand.READ MORE

Isabella Angelantoni

Morris and the Preraffaelites, Jheronimus Bosch, oriental tales, a dreamlike fantasy world emerges from the pen of Isabella Angelantoni Geiger, who creates disturbing but fascinating images with elegant and secure lines. They are childhood memories, they are small stories told by themselves that are bound by harmony, beauty, but also, sometimes, a hint of cruelty. They wink at stories already sung, echoing distant motives. Desire and nostalgia seem to guide the careful hand that barely lifts up from the page in order to express hope and existential pain.
Isabella is also an architect and her compositions are small in order to highlight the search for structure, like Ariadne’s thread in the labryinth, as if construction is necessary in order to clarify her sense of doing.READ MORE