The Triennale building enclosed the Cadorna station and Parco Sempione, has always been a treasure more than a building exhibition. I speak for myself, of course.
You enter and the plain white surrounds you. The high ceilings of the entrance, the polished floors that reflect each step of the staircase to the upstairs and down those who re-project for outside suggestions of forms and colors.
That looks like a treasure chest: reveal knows and is able to protect.
Sometimes crossing that threshold very high. I do it without haste and not very often.
decide in advance "when" following just my ideal.
and wait for a time to return.
Today, more or less at 17 o'clock the time has come. At
Anthologies devoted to Pop Art could not miss that of Roy Lichtenstein.
And I could not miss it, following the trail of Warhol and Basquiat.
perhaps the most fascinating finding of this anthology is the constant citations, a whirl of gifts and new interpretations. A study on a life that has transformed the personal emotions in an equally personal art form.
one that begins with a suggestion, it becomes a copy and then turns into creation.
The forerunner of postmodernism, together with its "copies that become Original "I came back in a pictorial key concept that I found in a book.
" All great works of fiction, no matter how grim the reality they describe, owing to the core of a rebellion, the affirmation of life against his own insecurity. But it is in the way the author retell the reality, and not acquire control giving rise to a new world, that this rebellion gathers strength: All works of art degree, I declared solemnly celebrate the insubordination against betrayals, horrors and pitfalls of life "
Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi takes color behind the stencil Lichtenstein.
completely different worlds and expressions.
On the one hand there is the banality of everyday life that becomes art bright.
other art that is set in a macabre world to return a semblance of daily life.
In both worlds, although in different ways, the same desire: not to abdicate alienation.
Being able to discern the hidden meaning beyond the sign again and turn it into a creative act.
Leaving the doors close behind me at the Triennale, think back to the stencil of Lichtenstein and veils of the women who read Lolita in Tehran. They are all shot.
( Girl with tea r, Roy Lichtenstein ) 
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