The first night we arrived in Lisbon, in the streets, squares, is full of cows. But it's not dirty, do not move, let alone bellow. They are there in style beef, as if there were. A rumination time. Those cows, here present, has already seen and photographed in Paris. There are statues of cows and statues of cows assigned to each artist who has a cow on the same bargaining power and decorating / painting / frescoed as it sees fit. In France, that thing there, called VACH'ART: the art of cattle: and statues were scattered everywhere, in put more stravaganti – ce n’era persino una a reggersi su due zampe, con tanto di tutù rosa, e un’espressione classica da danza classica, nonostante mansueti occhioni bovini. A Lisboa, lo stesso. Da quanto avevo letto, tempo fa, queste mucche transumano da una grande città all’altra. Hanno già compiuto il giro del mondo, forse. E stanno creando uno dei casini più pazzeschi della storia della zoologia. Molti finiranno con il credere le mucche animali migranti piuttosto che esseri stabili, sedentari, impiegati nei migliori caseifici. Comunque. La questione è un altra. Da qualche tempo si registra un movimento inverso. Prima erano le persone a muoversi verso l’arte, ad entrare nei suoi sistemi, ad accettare le sue tassonomie, to visit the great places of worship of art: the museums. Today is the reverse. It is art to move people, to find them in their daily environment, to follow them, capture their attention. It is as if art, in a fit of survival, he wanted to give up those big coffins are the museums and their air of perpetual mourning. The Bairro Alto, Lisbon's other historic district, just steps from the central Chad, seems to confirm this. Every wall of the neighborhood is a dense mosaic of colorful signs, writings, graffiti, stencil - two-dimensional figures drawn in paint usually mono or bi-colors. It is a painting in the open, the Bairro Alto, linen is changed and changes day by day. And art that is breathed there, just like cows, it is very pop, vaguely vintage , almost all anti- , and much post- : Sixty-eight post, ideologies, avant-garde. And it's the same thing as meeting places for all cities around the world. As if there was a unique movement that inhabits the networks and communities and to challenge unthinkable distances. Very popular art globalized , on a collision course with the academies, which chews comics and movies, and comes back strongly after the tragic years of figurative and abstract expressionist and crap like fake priests. It is art that comes back to say something , To challenge someone to get in contact with ordinary people and their world of media consumption & & stress & work & living precariously uncertain. Technicalities aside, the idea is formalized in the best way, what you remember. Why, perhaps more than anything else, are ideas signs, lettering, graffiti, stencils, and the walls of the immense encyclopaedias paradox and contradiction . So, back to the art of breathing, again, directly called upon, questioning and proving themselves. In museums, such splendor, priests and funeral liturgies, for sure, cattle, tail and gentle, we were.
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