Via Morimondo… the sequel

The naked frame of an old warehouse must be a characterizing mark of abandoned buildings. I’ve taken a picture very similar to this one in Bovisa too. The even grey sky of Milan serves as a scene to the scheletric steel weaving. It’s not a sad view i happen to see. I don’t feel pervaded by a feeling of desolation. On the contrary it seems the recall of the modern ages, of lightness in flesh and soul. There are only few steel pillars (few certanties i’d rather think) supporting a fluctuating structure. I have the feeling of a pleasant unsteadyness from which i let myself rock: a flexible behaviour it’s probably more correct. But as usual we are dreaming creatures who prefer to leave more space to imagination, than to rational engineering notions (all my respect to the category). After all isn’t the aim of more lightness that brought us to build with steel and glass? It reflects our fickle soul, our need to see beyond without the still certainties of the past. The grid structures contain secrets that not everybody realizes. For many they are only pieces of steel one next to the other, with no apparent reason, maybe just for aesthetics, modularity and order. Each single pole supports the one next, and together they support the others, generating a system necessary to support itself and to support the rest. Time has erased the rest here, leaving to our eyes to see only the essential: what’s worthy to remember. The effect is even more intense thanks to the background. I have a hard time  imagining the same structure in a more colourfull scene. Not that there would be anything wrong about it, but personally i prefer dull tones more than the others. Here all the elements are perfect together and they remind me of a canvas by Andrea Chiesi (not that i know his work so well, but i do have this feeling).