Long is the winter night, but even harder to 'summer afternoon.
Endless waiting, along the shore of the coast (the drift of life).
crossed us sleepless nights to mature young utopian thoughts. Together
give birth to the idea of \u200b\u200bescape.
From this beach on which we are imprisoned, condemned to exile culture, mired in the filth of the neighborhood, away from any discussion of thick, melancholic but not surrender, we feel the inconvenience of finding out the size that is consistent.
Spiaggisti us. The
spiaggismo: awareness of our earthly misery.
A prison without bars where we were born without sin and imprisoned by which we ask forgiveness, redemption and salvation. The
spiaggismo is our ideal of hope.
Our thought is capable of using all means and manners of artistic expression: literature, figurative art, poetry, prose, rambling, cinema and architecture.
spiaggisti We invoke the escape as a real solution to the problems and dilemmas of humanity. We
for the trip, the lack of spatial constraints, the absolute timelessness. We
nihilistic and self-sufficient, independent in thought and gesture. We
lightweight, flexible, doubtful.
We use the metaphor of power as a means of expression, the surreal irony as a means of struggle, we abhor the political speculation and the filth of the building. We
for the gesture over the top, out of necessity and vocation, so you also hear our voices so far distant.
grown to learn how to avoid suffering.
looking for pure pleasure: the word, mind and body.
We want to run away to be the center of the earth.
Where there are ears and brains to understand. We
spiaggisti, that's where we stand.
Christian De Iuliis (architect)
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