THE CHALLENGE: IN 2001 HE BECAME A TREE

 because the artist can only be a humble flower bed, ASKING FOR APPROVAL (AL SERVIZIO DEL CONSENSO) Giuliano Nannipieri from Livorno, Italy.

THE CHALLENGE OF UNDERSTANDING by Rosanna Albertini

Here we are again. It would be a revolution in the arts if artists could give up being eccentric, like stars that refuse to rotate around the sun. Money perhaps? It would be simple if artists were spreading around their visions, images not needing the walls of a cave to exist for a long time. Or, some of the time.

Giuliano Nannipieri didn’t see limits to what an artist can be. Still does not. Philosophical weeds fed him deeply, but ideas became disposable for him if they were not bringing sparkles to his heart. Patient enough to graduate in philosophy, he couldn’t accept rules and impositions from the organized art world. He teaches art in a primary school.

He never gave up being a vessel of provocative, meaningful actions. Not far from Hirokazu Kosaka throwing arrows in the space between naked bodies in movement. But the Italian artist was the only one at risk: why not be, uninvited, at the Venice Biennale? In June 6, 2001 he went, exposed his physical metamorphosis, was thrown out. Yet, there was no violence on his side: he was just a tree. The metaphor of the artist’s body showing bandages over the painful transformation into a decorative commodity. Yes, with no price, he will not be purchased. It’s in the premise. Such a derisive, self-destructive commitment would lead, no need to say, to the death of any artist.

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 GIULIANO NANNIPIERI – The artist can only be a humble flower bed, al servizio del consenso.

VENICE BIENNALE unofficial performance 6/6, 2001,  6 Polaroids

That’s why I’ll try to uproot his tree and show what Nannipieri did in Venice, as in many other circumstances, by rewriting a page by Emmanuel Levinas. Impossible to translate word by word. It’s a verbal performance,  mine after his.

How can we be if our living time disappears and

we walk through the void?

Let’s imagine things

and people never were, so we could

breath such emptiness in and out

and feel murmurs of silence

subject and names are gone

a field remains of impersonal vibrations

the simple fact of an existing energy field

as impersonal as ‘it rains’ ‘it’s cold’ ‘it’s foggy’

names can’t tell about it, verbs maybe can

no offense to time and space they don’t count

compared with human energy

incurable daughter of fate

no one nothing will change her

what kind of art now?

(free reference to Emmanuel Levinas, Le temps et l’autre, 1979, pp.25-26)

Although I couldn’t tell, I do know some artists feel it in the air, in their blood, in their longs. And it’s against the fossilized values of this marketplace. Now, not in the future. Listen to the silence.

 

ARTIST – TREE – PERSON

 APRIL 14, 2014, BIRTH OF THIS BLOG

March 15 birthday of artist Giuliano Nannipieri from Livorno (Italy)

About thirty years ago, in the department of Philosophy of the University of Pisa, I was teaching seminars as a researcher and Nannipieri was one of my students, as loud and intolerant as those who, being the first in their family to have eaten the bread of wisdom, their mind like an echo from a shelf of books, feel inevitable demanding like barking dogs. I could tell because I was one of them in my early days of desperate drunkness with knowledge. History, philosophy, art, are big words. As life goes on, they soften. And life and art point their fingers toward a vast physical universe made for us to float in wonder.

I soon discovered he was an artist, but I hadn’t foreseen he would have become my guide through the fields of art. More than a teacher: I could read his mind and he could read mine often better than myself. Giuliano since then has never ceased to be part of my life. There is between us an extremely rare friendship based on perfect trust, understanding and also imperfect acceptance, when things get harsch. “Can I help you?” I thought many times, when the call of death seemed close to his ears.”You can only wait,” he told me indirectly. But this year he grew new branches and leaves. The day of his birthday, he performed his resurrection with an act of giving to his city. The gift was a precious olive tree, at least one hundred years old.

Waiting for the pictures of the real tree and of the collective performance, I introduce here a modest drawing, and two images of a ceramic artpiece Giuliano Nannipieri  made in the nineteen eighties: already a plant, a person, a hybrid voice. (Rosanna Albertini)

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Our resurrection -l’arbre donné(e)

(inclusive transition/translation on the grass-sur l’herbe)

The artist (everyone) must spend, give, pay to exist, and not make money, to be grateful, instead, toward those who listen to him and observe, pay for their attention… “the person who only musts or wants to observe should be paid…” (g.n.)

We are here together to invoke, to evoke the end of the market, of distinct roles… of disciplines… the end of money, of separation… here as an artist ( but also not artist, not maestr*, candidate… tree… ) I associate myself to a tree (that I bought and gave as a gift rescuing him from a destiny of decorative object in a garden) and along with the olive tree, such an ancient vegetable person, we associate ourselves to the other plants, the small animals of the grass, the vegetable gardens,  the stones,  children, and all the other vegetable animal persons… -beyond species, beyond genres, social classes, categories, rules- and let’s dance – paint-eat together- and water? We breath, Transform, include, we are transient obstacles to resist cement, market, beyond capitalism, to preserve this green space of inclusive actions and meetings

WE INVITE YOU TO INCLUSIVE TRANSITION ON MARCH 15 AT THE URBAN GARDENS OF GOITO STREET at 12.30 pm because we already have enough concrete… AND WE WISH A GREEN PLANET INCLUSIVE with no slavery whatsoever 

a hug and a summersault

giuliano nannipieri da Livorno

Our resurrection – l’arbre donné (e)

 (inclusive transition/translation on the grass-sur l’herbe)

L’artista (chiunque)deve spendere, donare, pagare per esistere, non guadagnare, essere piuttosto grato a chi ascolta e osserva, pagare per la sua attenzione… “chi dovesse o volesse solo osservare dovrebbe essere pagato”… (g.n.)

Insieme invochiamo, evochiamo la fine del mercato, della distinzione dei ruoli… delle discipline… del denaro, della separazione… qui come artista (ma anche non artista, non maestr*, aspirante…tree… ) mi alleo ad un olivo (che ho comprato e donato sottraendolo ad un destino da oggetto decorativo in villa) e con l’olivo, con questa antica persona vegetale, ci alleiamo alle altre piante, ai piccoli animali del prato, degli orti, alle pietre, a* bambin*, alle altre tutte persone vegetali, animali… -oltre le specie, oltre i generi, contro le classi, le categorie, i ruoli- e danziamo-dipingiamo-pranziamo-innaffiamo? respiriamo, Trasformiamo, insieme includiamo, transitiamo per resistere alla cementificazione, al mercato, per superare il capitale, per conservare questo spazio verde di inclusione e di incontro

VI INVITIAMO AL TRANSITO IN INCLUSIONE IL GIORNO 15 MARZO 2015 AGLI ORTI URBANI DI VIA GOITO ore 12.30 perchè di cemento ce n’è già abbastanza… DESIDERIAMO UN PIANETA VERDE INCLUSIVO senza nessuna forma di schiavitù

un abbraccio e una capriola

giuliano nannipieri da Livorno

P1040241 P1040240 (The sculpted person-plant sits on a page of the last text I read to my students in Pisa: Le temps et l’autre, by Emmanuel Lévinas. RA)