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Enough is Enough!
"Enough is enough" he shouted furiously, jumping to his feet "I feel like I'm waiting in line in front of a clogged toilet," and he left the office slamming the door.
Vittorio Salvatore, a brusque thirty-year-old from Basilicata, had been going around to institutions, foundations, and galleries for four months, trying to propose his project.
As a scenographer by academic training, he had immediately redirected his interests to video art and video sculpture. He had arrived in Pisa at the end of the nineties and had created a cult location within a few months, becoming one of the most brilliant animators of the Pisan cultural scene. The project he was now struggling to get off the ground was a simple collective, made interesting by the quality of the selected artists. He left the building where the cultural foundation was located, unaware of the bus, and decided to walk to help process his disappointment and anger.
He had to make sense of it, that show didn't interest anyone.
As he reached the pedestrian bridge that crosses the railway, he leaned on the railing and let his gaze lose itself in the confusing perspective of the tracks that multiply near the station.
It was at that point that he saw the wall and the idea that would change his life.
He had never crossed the bridge on foot and hadn't seen the Wild Style, the 3D graffiti, since that distant night. It seemed like a century had passed. He had recently moved to the city and had followed a guy who claimed to be a writer and had taken pictures of him while he was crossing, in other words, covering another writer's piece with his own. He had taken some shots and when the flashlights caught them, they had fled together into the night.
The young man was a decent painter but his dialectics were far superior to his mastery with spray cans. The grave fault of museums and galleries was, in his opinion, that they took away the artworks from their primary function, that of being seen.
That's why he did graffiti: art should be on the street, accessible to everyone. Art on the street, for everyone. At that moment, he remembered that while the writer was talking, he, intensely focusing on his paint-stained shirt, convinced himself more and more that those designs were telling his poetic much more than the Wild Style he had just done.
Suddenly, years later, he had understood. He would no longer need galleries. He would no longer have to beg boring bureaucrats or convince eccentric intellectuals.
He would tear art away from gallery walls and throw it onto the street. But not on walls. He would put it on people, on their clothes.
Vittorio began by printing on T-shirts his graphics and those of the artists he followed. When he realized that some graphics weren't sufficient for that support, he started designing, cutting, and sewing the T-shirts himself to print on.
And so the T-shirts became in brief hoodies, jackets, pants, and clothes.
And so the T-shirts became in brief hoodies, jackets, pants, and clothes.
Today Vittorio designs, prints, cuts, and sews his lines.
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