Vegetables for Holy Rosalia. 12th manifesto in Palermo
I go out of the gallery to the landing, the neighboring door is open, on the walls of the photo, I see huge cacti and an uncleaned bed, I decide that this is an installation, and I’m going to go in, but the hostess appears: no, this is not an exhibition, but a private apartment. This is contemporary art: anything can turn out to be an exhibit.