Yavachev Christo Vladimirov has given us the freedom to walk on the water, and no matter what, we have to be grateful to him. On June 24, my birthday, I decided to give me time as a gift. I chose to take a trip and I am still not certain that it has already concluded … From 18th June to 3rd July, through a modular system of floating piers that connect Sulzano with Monte Isola and the island of San Paolo, Christo, without Jeanne-Claude, presented his latest work, “the Floating Piers”, curated by Germano Celant. He allowed visitors to not only to satisfy their view through the use of bright fabrics, a typical element of some of his “wrappings”, but also all the other senses by living it and crossing it.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi

I won’t hide that the way to reach the work has been an odyssey, but I do not feel the need to talk about it. The real problem of this event of Land Art lies in the very word “event.” Because, sometimes, it is just the exclusivity of art that can be the only salvation in a mass-world. Warning: speaking right now it is a performer that makes of sharing and dialogue with others, as well as with the art, the focus of all her work. We, however, need to learn to respect ourselves, the others and also the 200 thousand cubic meters of high density polyethylene, 75 thousand meters of fabric, 23 months of work and planning that transformed in 3 km piers become work of art.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi

The uniqueness was a positive element of the event but this time unfortunately the risk is of becoming “the phenomenon of conformism,” as Mimmo Franzinelli wrote in the Brescia edition of the “Corriere”, and I agree. But of this negative aspect of art that attracts and becomes public attraction we should not blame the father of the artwork, but us, users.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi
I become estranged. “It is important that you follow only the flood of the waves,” and so I let myself be lulled along with an incessant stream of thoughts …
I take off my shoes, Christo’s ground on the water burns.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi

I apply the white sun cream under the white petticoat, very high protection. Red hair, under white hair in the making. Three white roses, symbol of my devotion to art, in my ivory hand. I feel like pure white, on an extreme orange. I open the umbrella and begin to walk, sincere. I carry with me art manifestos that I am not ready yet to reveal.
”Maybe she’s a sad bride,” I hear echoes of distant voices. Nothing touches me.
My attention is on the horizon, that I cannot see because the hot sun, too hot, is blinding me. Behind me, if I move the large umbrella, I see the mainland, whereas I am moving towards the extreme fluidity.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi

Water, air, ground: I think this time Christo marked a path, a way not to escape towards art, not a physical closure but an opening of elements in freedom.
Free words.
Water, my friend, you are like art, clean, you’re like art, alive. And that’s why, once I got to the center of crosses and lines, I will throw a rose to you. 
The roses remains three, because a new flower in my hands blooms again.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi
Once I finished the first part of the journey, I sit in the shade, perhaps a mirage. After I lost my sense of direction, I decide to stand up to complete the path. I tour around the island of San Paolo but before I left I lean on the edge, not to reflect my self narcissistically, but to throw petals and live longer. And while the petals that took off the roses, which I kissed, sniffed, bit, are now waving on the water surface or lie on the unstable artist ground, I get back to walk.
 I see a swan on the last stretch of road. It is pure white of an extreme orange. I approach and I share with him a rose … It is always a good idea to be kind to a hypothetical Zeus … He leaves; me too. But before going up the stairs I look back and I see a sea of people and so I think all this public art makes sense, in respect, a sense.
I have only one regret: I could not wait for the dawn. In the meantime, at night, I would greet the constellations reflected in those waters. Perhaps Orion too would come, to whom, according to myth, the father Poseidon would have given the power to walk on water.

The Floating Piers, Christo, Eloisa Reverie Vezzosi

Special thanks to Roots Milano
Photo: A&A