CALL FOR ARTIST 2023
At the borders. In the women’s health clinic. Inside universities. In saunas.
In unauthorized Pride marches.
On bikes, during working hours, while you sow stinging nettle seeds.
On December 12th in Milan.
While voguing, hanging out the laundry, or stealing a novel.
In marches against (all) the wars.
In Tehrān, Lima, Lagos, Minneapolis, and Hong Kong. In the Susa Valley.
In line for residence permits.
May 28th in Brescia.
Outside universities, in museums, in transition, in the back rows of the movie theater.
In the dark, under cash registers, brushing along the walls.
While cruising, grocery shopping, or vectorizing a logo.
Standing in line for a free meal.
August 2nd in Bologna.
In protests for (all) rights.
In Piazza Stuparich, on Via Lucio Sestio, in the bowels of Bolognina.
In the ring roads blocked by environmental protests.
During goddamn Most Holy Christmas lunch.
In residential squats, in the toilets of squatted schools, in the theaters that have not yet closed.
In the urban public space you are entitled to.
In the space of a poster.
In the street. Always, in the streets.