Qualcuno ha abbandonato il busto di Amedeo Modigliani sul marciapiede di via Marradi.
Please put it back where it belongs...Per favore rimettetelo dove dovrebbe stare...
Please put it back where it belongs...
| “Noi abbiamo dei diritti diversi dagli altri perché abbiamo dei bisogni diversi che ci mettono al di sopra della loro morale” | (We have different rights from the others because we have different needs that put ourselves above their moral standards) |
“Art is a disease”, a mural and two bicycles in “Via Santa Caterina”.
Amedeo Modigliani, Reclining Nude on White Pillow, 1917
The bust of the respected politician Giuseppe Emanuele Modigliani and the one of his brother, the world famous painter Amedeo Modigliani, are placed on different sides of the “Villa Fabbricotti” building. For once, we are pleased to reunite them...
In the 15th arrondissement, not far from the Parc André Citroën, rue Modigliani is not an impressive street for Parisian standards.
It has a nice fountain called “fontaine des Polypores” (Polypores fountain), also commonly known as Modigliani fountain. It is a 1983 work by the sculptor Jean-Yves Le Chevalier.
Amedeo Modigliani got a quite good location for his bust, at the end of the main avenue inside the park of “Villa Fabbricotti”.
A few steps on the right, the poor Pietro Mascagni wasn't so lucky, he feels dirty and is overwhelmed by the graffiti in background.
When in Paris, we often visit Père Lachaise and never miss a few moments at Modigliani's tomb.
This is the “Fosso Reale”, just in front of where I live now, and exactly where 25 years ago took place one of the greatest hoaxes in the history of Italian art. Four high-school students and a dockworker started what was intended as a no more than a practical joke, ending with an earthquake that shattered the reputations of many art critics. If you do not know, or simply do not remember well what happened, please check this link: Modigliani’s Heads (“noresize”, October 25, 2007).
The art historian Federico Zeri, alone, proclaimed that the sculptures were so “immature” that even if they were authentic, Modigliani had been right about throwing them away. I don't know if one day someone will try to dredge the “Fosso” again, but I'm sure that they'll find dozens of heads. Here, in 1984, everybody who could handle a chisel or a power tool and was able to lay hands on a piece of stone, quickly made his personal “Modigliani's head” and threw it in those water.
(Fake heads image from: La “beffa” dell'estate 1984)
Amedeo Modigliani was born on July 12, 1884, when Livorno was a thriving commercial port and also a refuge for those persecuted for their religion. His great-great-grandfather was a Jew who had immigrated to Livorno in the 18th century as a religious refugee. His father Flaminio, a money-changer, went bankrupt, forcing his family to live in poverty. Amedeo's birth probably saved the family from certain ruin because an ancient law stated that creditors could not seize the bed of a pregnant woman or a mother with a newborn child. When bailiffs entered Modigliani's home, with his mother Eugenia just into labour, the family piled their most valuable assets on top of her's bed, saving most of them.
The bust in the first photo is placed at the main entrance of Villa Fabbricotti, a park which also hosts the main local library. The plaque is outside the still existing house in Via Roma, now a private museum, and says: