I discovered myself grateful to the custodians. To Betty, who realized to hold her son’s work on clear white partitions solely after she was free to take action. To Arthur, who beloved Larry and saved his drawings protected till the world remembered to look once more. To Allen, who made positive Darrel’s images saved considering. And to Fabio, who refuses to let any of this stay personal grief. He turns it into public care.
When the lights rose, I felt that uncommon sensation that artwork has achieved what it’s meant to do: make us extra porous, extra attentive, extra human. It remodeled remembrance right into a collective act. It requested us not solely to look however to carry what we had seen.
A Visible Diary isn’t nostalgia. Nostalgia needs the previous to remain golden and much away. Fabio invitations it into the current and asks us to take duty for it. Archives will not be objects. They’re relationships. They reside when somebody carries them ahead. Triennale offered the work within the historic CRT venue, and that setting mattered. It gave area again to tenderness, music, and reminiscence. For a second, the neighborhood that when existed solely in fragments was entire once more.
Leaving the theatre, I assumed: maybe that is what artwork is for, to maintain love from dissolving into silence, to maintain reminiscence alive lengthy sufficient to grow to be our personal.
Credit
A VISUAL DIARY
Subsequent performances:
ERT Bologna, 3–7 December 2025
