FROM ONE AIRPORT TO THE OTHER

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….the story of my life …and of my bags too! But this time the bags were completely on their own, stranded and lost.

From Nice airport to Munich then Birmingham and back to Nice and eventually Italy!

The actual final destination was London were I was desperately waiting for them to join me.

The bags will be part of my next show at Rich Mix on Benthal Green Road (I will post more about that later on).

After 5 exhausting days of a frenzy chase of the bags, tracing them  from one airport to the other via mobile phone (which I eventually also lost on the bus)I decided to remake parts of the artwork in order to avoid an embarrassingly meeting by presenting myself empty handed.

Once I realized that the bags where never going to return to me in time, I rushed to buy (very bad!) 100 new bags and a dinghy. Three hours before my meeting I was sitting on East London’s pavement taping bags in the scorching heat wave!

Here are pics of the airport stickers that witness the adventure.

SOMEBODY IS SELLING PICTURES OF MY WORK!

During an internet search I came across this page: http://www.gettyimages.de/detail/nachrichtenfoto/sculpture-oasis-by-claudia-borgna-polythene-carrier-nachrichtenfoto/134642064 Only to discover that someone took pictures of my work and is now selling it on line. Or at least that is what I understood. Very interesting indeed! Is that legal?

The work photographed and now for sale is the one created for the Broomhill National Sculpture Park in 2010 titled OASIS:  a large outdoor installation of 20 palm like trees set in North Devon. The photo was taken by Tim Graham and is being sold by Gettyimages.

Don’t they need my permission at all?

I purposely don’t sale my artwork to avoid its commodification but apparently someone else is, and ruthlessly so! Why don’t they create their own artworks to photograph it and sell it?

I suppose it’s like photographing nature, one just expect it to be there and exploit it……..

How ethical is that? Some things never seem to change.