Giulia M Instant

She has a point. Her newer works, including a 2024 piece called Joy as a Contact Force , is built from carnival ride scrap and children's playground bells. It emits erratic, laughing tones. Visitors have reported dancing. Off the record, Giulia M. is not the ascetic her public persona suggests. She cooks elaborate pasta meals for friends. She has a collection of ugly ceramic frogs. She cries during The Muppet Christmas Carol . She is also, quietly, a fierce advocate for arts education in Italian public schools, having anonymously funded six after-school sculpture labs in the past three years.

And perhaps that is Giulia M.'s true medium: not metal, not sound, not memory. Just attention. Radical, patient, unsentimental attention. In a world that screams for your focus, she offers a whisper. And if you lean in close enough—you will finally hear what you've been missing. giulia m

Her materials read like a crime scene inventory: melted vinyl records from a flooded Naples archive, glass shards from a 1980s nightclub mirror, rainwater collected from the rooftops of five different psychiatric hospitals. Nothing is arbitrary. Every inclusion is a citation. In 2022, Gucci came calling. Alessandro Michele, then creative director, asked her to design the sound environment for a runway show in a deconsecrated church. She agreed—but only if she could also build the floor. The result was a catwalk of compressed ash from a burned forest in Calabria, embedded with contact microphones. As models walked, the floor emitted a dry, granular crackle. She has a point

"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." Visitors have reported dancing

She returned to the Lambrate warehouse and began her most ambitious work yet: The Unfinished City . The Unfinished City is not a single artwork. It is a series of twelve installations, each housed in a different abandoned building across Milan. Each installation corresponds to one of the city's neglected senses: the sound of a tram line that no longer exists, the smell of the Navigli canals before they were covered, the texture of a cinema carpet from 1974.