It was a kind of artificial forest. The gallery was transformed into an itinerary delineated by oily-gray columns, and there was also a stainless steel bar, flanked by stools that could be reached only with a certain effort. Gaetano Sgambati put the ball back in the viewer’s court, constructing an unusual and surprising set in which the everyday and the unreal, the banal and the disturbing, met and exasperated each other.

But let’s begin at the beginning. One hundred polyurethane columns made expressly for this exhibition, according to the artist’s design, were placed in the rectangular space of