During this quarantine the days are all the same, time becomes a relative concept and it seems to be stuck on an eternal Sunday. You go to bad and it's Sunday and, surprise, when you wake up it’s still Sunday. Sunday, Sunday, Sunday, Sundays for three weeks and I HATE Sundays. I don’t want to think about my hatred towards the Sundays has grown because I would get scared of myself, sorry Mr. Hide but you compared to me are a very nice person.

It’s strange, my sister and I fight over who has to make bed. But it’s quite the opposite; I really want to do this bed, please give me something to do, clean the floor? Oh, it’s one of the most fun activities not to mention when there is to wash the balcony. Air, light, sometime if you’re lucky you can also see the sun, oh, I really love to wash the balcony.

Each of us tried to train and so one, two, three, then you remember there is a delicious cake made by your mom who, to overcome boredom, churns out sweet continuously to the point that Vincenzo Bellavia would turn pale. Squat? Uhm, maybe later or better tomorrow, now let’s focus on the cake and one, two, three forkfuls. Get fats? Who cares? 

Nobody can see me. 

This is the right time to cultivate hobbies for which we never have time. So, my sister started to draw and paint, my mom started to play the piano, my dad cuts wooden tablets with a drill and I practice pole dance (yes, now we have a pole in the middle of the room). So if you entered my home (but don’t worry, you can’t) you would find paint brought by my sister’s dirty hands, a new sound born from the union of drill with a piano and a girl spinning randomly on pole. ALRIGHT, this home is becoming a madhouse.

But it’s okay, because all this is very hard but sooner or later it will end and when this happens we will be able to give new value and new life to our routine. We will go down to the square and we will look at the sun and (obviously) we will burn the irises but it will be like being born again.


Chiara Garzilli 

My forced staying at home is not easy, because i’m an only child, and sometimes that makes me feel alone, but fortunately I have a good feeling whit my parets, I love them and we keep company each others.

I don’t feel the problem of boredom because I have always something to do, starting to work whit my father, tidy my room, somethimes i cook whit my mum and also I love play videogames at late night whit my friends.

All the words I have spended to explain you my quarantine are nothing in front of the huge thinking that I’m dedicating to.

This time is certainly appropriate for working on ourselves, and I’m trying to do that.

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

I think that this picture is very current since when I looking out the window I notice that everything has stopped; from the various activities to the life that everyone led before (going out with friends, doing sports, going to school etc ..) suddenly everything disappeared. However, Hopper shows a vase of flowers on the right with the light that invades him when he enters the house (Hopper loved to represent the light that reaches the walls or the floor) which he wants to metaphorically open to some feeling of hope. By saying that I would like to pass on the message that this situation has made me interested in things that I didn't pay much attention to before and having new interests. I hope that when this situation ends, we will start our "normal life" again with a different awareness.
     
 “Room in Brooklyn” - Edward
Hopper (1932)

Have a meeting or a bout 

I can’t go to my beach house 

And write it with a computer mouse 

We should have gone to Prague 

Now I desire with my friends a dialogue 

Sorry this poetic licence

It’s only my creative magnificence