cell-bars / art-boredom / imprisonment-obsession / the same sentence written on the wall thousands of times like a mantra / lying on the cot-monolith of “2001 a space odyssey” i see the unreachable sky / madness is a memory and sex as well / is art more boring or imprisonment? / fortunately there’s suzy creamcheese!

from francesco (petrarca) (“de vita solitaria”, 1346) to frank (zappa) (“tengo ‘na minchia tanta”, 1969) the problem of loneliness is ultimately the quantitative and qualitative determination of the sex organ’s relational potential, as itself evidenced by the poietic process, so that once having proved insufficient the demonstrative adjective “tanta”/”much”, (proposed, with a slightly pronoun-like meaning), the desperate artist resorts repeatedly to the deixis “accussì”/”like so”.

tengo ‘na minchia tanta, tengo ‘na minchia accussì / 2016 / 1 cot, 24 pencils, porn magazines, kleenex / site specific installation at montefiascone’s former prison / italy

photos by giovanni de angelis