Opera Viva, the Billboard…Luisa Turuani

14 December 2020 - 3 January 2021

Opening…live on Facebook (@flashbackfair) from Piazza Bottesini
Wednesday 16 December…hrs 18.30

The eighth poster of Opera Viva Barriera di Milano, the project devised by Alessandro Bulgini, curated by Christian Caliandro and supported by the Flashback is inaugurating on 16 December at 18:30 live on Facebook – @flashbackfair from piazza Bottesini But this is not the day (2020) by Luisa Turuani.

The theme of the Flashback fair is Ludens, inspired to Roger Zelazny’s sci-fi tale Unicorn Variations and to the work of Johan Huizinga: therefore, the game thus meant as a foundation of human life and creativity, as an essential approach for the continuous reconstruction of the world.

This year, the Opera Viva Barriera di Milano project, which was usually ending at the end of the fair held in Pala Alpitour, has extended in time – thanks to the support of Turin’s public and private institutions – with two additional works: the one by Gianmarco Cugusi, which was presented on 25 November, and the one by Luisa Turuani, who ranked immediately after the two winners of the open call (i.e. Noura Tafeche and Luigi Presicce) in the jury’s assessment. 

Luisa Turuani’s work is a “varying time performance”: the ice cream is melting slowly, leaking along the arm, the colors are blending and overlapping. The reference to the Statue of Liberty recalls an idea of liberation, whilst the “melting” event points out to a sort of ironic paralysis, of a tragedy that does not ignite and constantly folds on itself. This therefore generates a thin tension between drama and irony, between action and inaction. 

The one of Luisa Turuani is an image on time and made of time, in the flowing of time and on its stopping, crystallizing: time as duration, but also as moment, as metaphysical suspension, as a fixed image that includes and does not contain.  

As the authoress writes in its presentation of the poster: “The action addressees a cul-de-sac, nobody will come, but – should anybody arrive – he/she would want to not be there. Nothing happens except the evidence, the
glorious majesty of the pleasure of being now