There's some certain fake pleasantness in this month's art focus chosen installations: it doesn't matter if they are fluctuating, or on the ground trying to imitate sand, presence is just inside plastic air balloons and balls. So, even if each installation arises pleasant feelings, at the same time, there's something destroying pleasure.


IVAN SIKIC - It's my party and I do what I want to


The lightness of the 99 silver air balloons of Ivan Sikh's "It's my party and I do what I want", is simply cancelled by a small golden brick: they are all anchored to it, but that they keep on lifted in the air. The air balloons are threatened by seven thousands needles, in an installation that symbolises the enormous gap, and unstable balance at the same time, between the few rich and the mass of poor people in the world.




With "Heartbeat" and "Invasions", Charles Petitions shows how hundreds and hundreds of air balloons can be cuddly (let me say it), but suffocating at the same time. One thing is bringing a cloud of air balloons into Covent Garden, London, putting it on the roof and let the light create all the possible shades, meeting white and curvy surfaces. But using the same number of air balloons inside a closed space, until they almost push you outside the room, is a whole other thing.


The BEACH - National Building Museum


Without any doubt, "The Beach" at Washington's National Building Museum, is a funny installation: you can dive into into a million recycled plastic small shiny balls, float on them, drink a cocktail at the bar, play beach tennis or read a book just like if you were at the beach. A squared km for playing. But all that white around you, the colour that characterises the whole installation, reminds you that it's all a lie.


credit: Antonella Scambia