People knock Milan for a lot of reasons. Yes, it smells like urine. In the wintertime. And it is dirty. And it doesn't like to share its secrets. And Berlin is cheaper and more hip. Maybe Milan seems shallow. And the food is better everywhere outside Milan. Milan is not the most charming Italian town. But things happen here. Luckily my art history teacher, a Milan native, wants to share these things with us.
|glass and metal|
Two weeks ago, some acquaintances from different places in space and time arrived in Milan to work on a large scale installation. I hadn't seen Monica Canilao in years, maybe since a kitchen show in Berkley I
played with the Skorts and the Insurgent, but I have been following her work. Last week the show opened at the Patricar Armocida Galley with her work, Swoon and Dennis McNett. I missed out on helping with the installation but I was glad I made it to the opening night. The installations were magical and Harrison, who I met sometime ago in New Orleans, played a set of music in the largest room, lit only by the installations.
|in the corner of the main room|
Afterwards, they invited me to the apartment upstairs for a post-show dinner in a beautiful room with a terrace, filled with art books, items of nostalgia and Milanese artists and printers who were so kind. I regretted having to go home before the last train. The show is up until July 20th when they will return to Milan to recapture the materials and bring them to Rome for a show there. Good work, friends!
|inside a nest of prints, images and fabric|