I think I had already picked my spot before we were assigned to pick a space. After being in Florence for a little over a week, I finally became extremely curious about my immediate surroundings. My apartment--il giardino--sits back from the street behind two extremely high gates and is surrounded my a lawn, some beautiful gardens to which we don't have access, and a lot of junk. On this one particularly curious day, I wandered into the open door to the left of our front door. Completely and utterly full of junk...or should I say treasure. This abandoned room has become a storage closet for anything and everything no longer usable or wanted: old rusty bed frames, broken chairs, thousands of plain white tiles, pieces of stone, etc. I had the desire to begin rooting through the jumble and quickly discovered that it was a messy process. I will be returning shortly knowing that I will probably get a little dirty in order to more fully root around this pile.
This room has been designated a space in that it has become the spot for things which have no other place. The room is beginning to remind me of the Island of Misfit Toys, which explains why I have become interested in it; the Island always seemed to me like a place where you could find the perfect toy--exciting in its unique quality of imperfection.
If anyone went to the chocolate festival recently, the pile of chocolate wrenches, hammers, and other tools kind of looks like the interior of my space except that the chocolate pile is on public display/for sale. This "beauty of the antique/ruins" is so abundant here in Italy. People vacation here to see piles of rubble for the sole reason that they are somehow mesmerizing in their crumbling state. My space has the same appeal.
If the link at the top doesn't go to flickr, try the copy paste method with: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23219926@N02/
or search for emilyhishta...?
Sunday, January 27, 2008
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