Toys and Arts Factory

A space to be conquered and defended. Two objects: a toys box with holes and a big skittle pin. We double conquer the space. Overhead and underneath. From the toys box we extract a magic zebra object. Around the legs a public space is originated. A black tail allows me to get down from the toy chest. Luminous bulges in the night reveal the treasure place. A toys carpet distracts me, suspends me in a temporal space that retains me, before the doorstep, before the magical world of reality (the museum) and fiction (the theatre). Some fairytales and books come with me along the way. I have found again the child. He never left me. He is always here, always with us. He is at Cormano.