01/07/10 continued
The performer of the evening’s live art event is dressed as a black latex gimp and is getting the visitors to blow up yellow balloons (!) and write what they find anger in onto the balloon surface. I draw an aeroplane in the marker pen and am asked to destroy it. I jump on it and it pops loudly.
It’s getting dark and my camera’s white balance in the dusk is not cooperating. I piss about with trying to get the right wb in the dusk light and then the artificial light and get a series of dodgy blue blurry photos.
aliment(e)azione teach me a Sicilian phrase which translates to “the glass is thirsty.”
A boy of about 5 really gets into a game with his shadow on my projection wall. He engages with it as if with the changing projected image his shadow should change with it and he is trying to understand when neither body not pen he holds up move like the prerendered video image.
Getting bored with the camera, I try to take some video footage on the flip and think that I need a tripod for it.
I decide that it’s beer time and go to the festival cafe and take a seat. The musica electronica is quite loud and I don’t think Blah Blah Blah will compete. All around is conversations in a language I don’t understand much of.
A Zoo team member recommends me to go to Saluzo and Alba for the architecture and draws me a map and some directions.
Michela introduces me to a collector who holds himself and dresses like he is royalty, with a smart blazer that he must need to wear to be in the exclusive Collecting Club. In his presence people hush and await for his Word.
I wander around the park and find my adoptive Sardinian family handing out their books. They give me more beer and we take a stroll around the park ending up at Belinda’s crochet workshop. Belinda tries to teach me crochet which I’m terrible at and give up after not even 15 saggy loops. I wander off and see Alfredo who introduces me to the graphic designer of the festival and his daughter of about 10 who teaches me Italian swearing. More drinking with the Sardinians until the festival closes for the night and we go and play on the swings and slide.
We look through the collected books with people’s observations and I try and learn more Italian and expand on my 10 year old friend’s teaching of umbriaco.
We go back to the house and I show 2 of the still awake group some Contents May Vary past expo but Luigi the super-translator has gone to bed and we struggle with tiredness and I decide 3am is bedtime for me.
