If for Chico Buarque “saudade” can push one’s passion to the limit, even to murder, in Turin, the same nostalgic feeling takes the form of melancholic boredom, of wait. Wait, like in the case evoked by the painting by Casorati of the same name, in which a lady is the center of attention in a bourgeois interior, her eyes shut, abandoned in a sort of soring indolence.
We may call “sabaudade” this antique apathy which has the typical density of the plain aroud Turin, the color of clay of the furniture full of nick-nacks, the hues of the worn-out carpet, the stillness of the fur- niture leaving their print when moved. The living room and sitting room are the chosen spots of “sabaudade”, and the hospitality they offer disguises a strong formality and controlled rituality, definetly not from a greek origin but deeply “sa- baudian”.
Can all this be reflected even in the transmission of culture and in the formation of relationship that originate from it? In the cozy space of Las Palmas in Lisbona, behind the pink walls and the three windows facing the road, the seven artists from Spazio Buonasera (Torino) will be playing with this sort of hospitality.
Through the dynamic exchange of courses, as opposed to the staticity of the dining table, the artists will discover their relationship with their guest, like melting their art skills together with their artistic prac- tice and their ideas of exhibition space.
The result will be a silent representation, a sort of expositive act, performative and cinematographic that can be seen from the outside through the windows of Las Palmas.
Each time we go back home, especially from far away places we hope to find everything in its place and possibly to be welcomed with a dish that can make us feel like home.
Perhaps Penelope cooked pasta when Ulyses got back home.
In las palmas we shall perform this longing for feeling at home while away, not necessarily like inside one’s family, being that just a chance, while company and hospitality are everyone’s choice.
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