M | Giulia

"I grew up believing that every object holds a conversation," Giulia recalls, running a finger along a rusted spring on her worktable. "You just have to be quiet enough to hear it."

But ask her what she does, and she smiles. "I listen," she says. "Then I build a place for what I heard."

Critic Elena Vascotto wrote: "You do not watch Giulia M.'s work. You are absorbed by it. She has turned the gallery into a nervous system, and you are a synapse." giulia m

She lives alone with a blind cat named Zero and a piano she cannot play but claims to "listen to." She rises at 4:00 AM daily. She does not own a smartphone. She corresponds by handwritten letter. Giulia M. has just announced her first major museum exhibition outside Europe: at the Museum of Jurassic Technology in Los Angeles, followed by the Barbican in London. The work, titled A Dictionary of Lost Touches , will consist of 100 small machines, each designed to replicate a touch that no longer exists: the feel of a payphone receiver, the snap of a VHS clamshell case, the weight of a car ashtray.

Her process is forensic. When she built Mourning Machine (2021)—a kinetic sculpture made from the gears of a decommissioned funicular railway—she spent six weeks interviewing former railway workers. She recorded their voices, slowed them to subsonic frequencies, and embedded the audio into the sculpture's motor. When Mourning Machine runs, it does not sound like grief. It sounds like a mountain exhaling. "I grew up believing that every object holds

The final installation, located in a former insane asylum on the outskirts, contains no objects at all. Only a single chair and a recorded voice—her mother, reading a list of every street in Bergamo that has been renamed since 1950. By the end, the listener is meant to understand that memory is not a photograph. It is a palimpsest. And we are all writing over each other's ghosts. Not everyone celebrates Giulia M. Critic Lorenzo Fabbri of Il Giornale dell'Arte has called her work "emotionally manipulative" and "structurally elitist." He points out that her installations require silence, time, and a willingness to stand in cold rooms for long periods. "This is not democracy," he wrote. "This is a religion with a guest list."

Visitors entered one by one. They did not see "art" in the conventional sense. They saw relics. They heard a soundscape that changed based on their proximity to each plate. The closer they came, the higher the pitch. The show was called Resonance #4 . "Then I build a place for what I heard

This is the story of Giulia M.—an artist who dismantles the walls between disciplines and, in doing so, rebuilds the way we experience art. Born Giulia Marchetti in the foothills of Bergamo in 1992, she was not a child prodigy in the traditional sense. She did not paint perfect frescoes at seven or compose sonatas at ten. Instead, she collected things: the hum of a tram cable, the grain of worn cobblestone, the way frost fractured light across a car window. Her father, a luthier, taught her that wood has memory. Her mother, a librarian, taught her that silence is a language.

Giulia M.'s "The Unfinished City" runs through November. By appointment only. No photography. Bring nothing. Leave changed.