appicicarsi The heat seemed to the skin, leaving an outlet for even the smallest pores of the skin, already messa a dura prova dalle punturine di quella moltitudine di insetti che si muovevano nella notte come sciami di uccelli migratori. Li osservava come ipnotizzato, mentre seduto sulle scale dell'uscio si accarezzava i suoi corti e biondissimi capelli. In quegli istanti dilatati fino allo spasimo, pensava all'intelligenza degli insetti e si ricordava di aver letto un articolo sui moscerini della frutta che pur essendo sprovvisti di sistema nervoso si muovono reagendo agli stimoli esterni. All'altro capo del giardino si dondolava sull'amaca masticando del vecchio tabacco di importazione, una luce fioca e giallastra fa da cornice a questa quiete inaspettata. Quei giorni erano trascorsi nella più assoluta frenesia, il vecchio Motel ai bordi della strada, andava restrutturato radically. Built in the most remote outskirts of Beijing seventies, Mandarin, so called, was the place where Western managers met the delight of a watered-down Eastern grace, all female, now incompatible with the rhythms of post-modern age. The wooden floor was all a hole, he had certainly not benefited the ten years of occupation by a handful of artists disgusted by the art of the scheme, the new faces hyperrealists diaphanous silk that clog the streets of contemporary art. During the last decade, the stairwell of the Motel hosted a bunch of wooden boxes, tied to one another, individual monads who are found to coexist in harmony. Strange characters and strange habits took turns at the tail of utopia, thinking that everything had to throw a hand gave him his new friends, a young French actress and a tightrope walker with a talent of Kamchakta amanuensis. He soon went to work, someone built a ceiling of leather bags in which to place the objects and clothes, he always thought someone to distract them and make them relax after those long afternoons congested by hard work. The moments we spent together, the sleepless nights to think and speculate in the silence of the night became a perfect method, but worthy of being called such.
Marco Tagliafierro
"While unfortunate in search of natural wonders waiting in a queue to get mileage in the newly rebuilt California Academy of Sciences, last Saturday, another experience a few miles further south at the opening of the exhibition" Obsessions "at the Peninsula Museum of Art in Belmont is at the same time. The exhibition presents a series of private collections, including the collection of the Museum's Zymoglyphic Xenophora.
Here visitors carefully scrutinize these tiny shells that collect shells, stones and other objects to attach to their shells as they grow. Some have wondered if they were made the objects, perhaps a subtle variation of dogs, fish or shellfish delfni sold as souvenirs in the tourist and beach resorts. Most were amazed by the fact that these creatures, seemingly simple, can create something so interesting and aesthetically pleasing. A visitor of a certain age was even outraged by the fact that I have never learned before that the existence of these animals, believing that if there had been something so interesting, for sure she would have already heard.
collectors shells tend to like shiny pieces, smooth and far between. They find the "shell that collect shells," a fun idea, but does not seem to be very interesting to me to collect them. The Xenophora draws interest a small scientific audience, but not many more. The rival to the Museum's collection of Xenophora Zymoglyphic 's Academy of Sciences itself, which, according to its catalog has a collection of invertebrates, which counts only 18 copies of the family of Xenophoridae.
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Xenophora - Part 2 Saturday, October 4, 2008, Jim Stewart (The zymoglyphic Museum Curator's Web Log), Translated by David Stucchi
