NOT CLOUD / Iron and resin cm 300 x 300 x 300 / 2015  National Museum of Mountain of Turin

When we were children Palmira and I used to play with the clouds. Do you know what I mean? That one is a fish, that one is a building, that one – look – is a circus tamer with a handlebar mustache and his breath stinks of cigars… and on and on.But clouds are nothing, they’re not even themselves. The gas they’re made of, doesn’t give them a shape, it remains gas. Clouds were born in your mind. You create the clouds and their shape. You make them become something. You create them, they do not exist on their own.

From “No mistake” by Giovanni Vannucchi