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Artist Statement: "There were only a few days until my visit to Fondazione Baruchello in Rome where I would meet and interview Gianfranco Baruchello. I had been drawn to Baruchello鈥檚 work for some time, but I was still pretty unsure why I had come to this idea of meeting him. I鈥檓 not a curator, nor had I any plans to become one even for one show, and I had no plans on doing a book or any further research on his work. Maybe it was because it would soon be the last chance since he was 95 years old. And maybe I naively believed the curiosity + honesty, that I saw in his work and felt were a scarcity in the professionalized art world today, would come my way simply by meeting him in the flesh. 

In his life, he had thoroughly examined the sheer nature of imagination: He did farming as an art practice; made videos of the crops growing; he squatted and cultivated investment land and produced edible crops in the name of civil disobedience, and then tried to look at those heaps of sugar beets as readymades 鈥� why shouldn鈥檛 he, I thought when other Italian artists were showing horses and legumes in gallery spaces at that time; then from the sugar beets he did interviews with pastry chefs, professionals in the candy industry and juxtaposed those with interviews with philosophers and intellectuals about 鈥渟weetness鈥�; he made and sent a proposal for a device to treat post-traumatic stress syndrome among veterans to The Pentagon; hung newspapers in the trees and so on, but all the while still upholding a studio practice making drawings, paintings, assemblages and collages. To me, on a personal level, that seemed like a dream artistic practice, where life could be magical and you could make 鈥渇un鈥� artworks for white cubes at the same time. I acknowledge, of course, that the sense of freedom in his art practice maybe wasn鈥檛 unconditioned.  

But that he was a man of privilege, who before he came out as an artist in his thirties, was a trained lawyer coming from a family of lawyers.

Besides my nervousness about how to begin my 鈥渋nterview鈥� and self-doubt about why exactly I was sitting in the library of The Danish Institute in Rome preparing for it, Covid-19 had broken out in Northern Italy and eclipsed all other issues.I had been around the city sightseeing with Mia and Ilya for a week and began to worry that me meeting Baruchello could potentially infect him. I agreed with his daughter, who manages his email, that it would be better to postpone the meeting. The day after the institute decided to shut down and we bought tickets to Copenhagen with the last flight available."