Giardino della Triennale
The idea of being suspended on a string has always frightened me, ever since I was a kid. When I discovered wireless transmission I began a magical symbolic relationship with events, which has accompanied me in the years of transformation from children to parents. I imagine the breast at which the daughter I just had will suckle for her whole life as a flowing spring of communication, exchange of information, coexistence of different opinions. A cup open to the sky, into which rain and words and images from faraway places pour, to constantly remind her that she belongs to that unique place where distances don’t matter, where magic is life itself.