There are bells ringing at the entrance of Antonio Marras exhibition at the Triennale in Milano, but I won’t tell you how they’re ringing. Antonio Marras. Nulla die sine linea it’s something you really shouldn’t miss. If you know him as a fashion designer you will be amazed by the strenght of his output beyond clothes, because we all knew he’s an artist, but we couldn’t imagine at such extent.
The exhibition started yesterday and it will be open until January 21st 2017. I had the chance to visit two nights ago, definitely a great way to end my day. From the very first step into it, Marras welcomes you into his world of poetry, symbols, shapes and lines. I’m no art critic, so I will not enter into specific details. All I know is that as I walked through I was touched by the depth of Marras paintings, I imagined him compulsively working, day after day. Suddenly it was clear to me that fashion is just a tiny bit of what goes on in his soul.
When you are into this funny fashion crowd you get to a point where you think you know designers well. I don’t mean that they are your friends, it’s just that you’ve seen many of their shows and you sort of assume that you are into their aesthetic. It’s like a brother, someone you love but also give a little bit for granted. I always enjoy Antonio Marras shows so much, only this time I was taken aback by the strenght of his vision. I went all the way round, then started again, took too many pictures wiich you can see here (one day I’ll learn to take good shots, or at least straight) and spotted Antonio who was joyfully greeted by everybody.
There’s one thing I just don’t like and that’s congratulations. I am too shy, I don’t want to play the role of the best friend that i am not and then, what makes me think that my judgement really matters? I always get in trouble when I see something I loved madly, I could jump around like kids do when they’re happy, if only I weren’t so reserved. This time I couldn’t help it. Antonio was there, I passed by a couple of times trying to find the right moment not to be intrusive until he turned to me to say “Ciao”. We held each other hands and I said. “I got so emotional”. Ok, it’s not a very clever thing to say, I told you I’m so bad at this. What happened though is that we looked into the eyes and those few silent seconds added so much more.
It was a long time ago when I saw my first Antonio Marras show and he made me cry. This time he made me feel.