#7 Spazi d'Attesa, 54x80cm, 2016, Ink Jet Print
There is a scenography of waiting: I organize it, manipulate it, cut
out a portion of time in which I shall mime the loss of the loved
object and provoke all the effects of a minor mourning. This is
then acted out as a play. [..]
The being I am waiting for is not real. Like the mother’s breast for
the infant, “I create and re-create it over and over, starting from
my capacity to love, starting from my need for it”: the other comes
here where I am waiting, here where I have already created
him/her. And if the other does not come, I hallucinate the other:
waiting is a delirium.
Roland Barthes, Lover's Discourse
