PLUMBEA
Edicola Radetzky, Milano

PLUMBEA pulses with a tender core: a sheet of lead is the flap of a cutaneou cartography, a sentient relic of an emotional journey in perpetual metamorphosis. Inscribed in an iron exoskeleton, as a bluish-grey metallic skin it is stretched to mockery and glory, displayed like a trophy, or as a warning. In its chest, the furrows of a scar neatly enunciate: ‘Everything I still do not know’. We are more what we do not yet know, rather than what we are certain of. We are not shaped by the fullnesses, but rather by the voids that sculpt the space around us, by the absences that reveal themselves as fractures. Born with a nomadic intent, the work organism can become a wandering messenger through time, a cabin of occasion, the home of a sentence or a moment, a memorial capable of movement. Colliding with the architectural forms of Edicola Radetzky, the intentions of the composition find a further amplifier, in a building that has been, in the course of its presence next to the Navigli in Milan, a minute temple of dissemination and commerce, at a point that has embodied a fundamental junction in the metropolitan network of the urban ecosystem, as well as a pivot of meeting and exchange in the chaotic city. The leaden skin also lived up to the value of a manifesto, permeating the entirety of the surrounding biosphere. In the restlessness of an advancing world, existences unfold, and we are the very cracks, the very absences, the individualities we will never meet in person.