*I always suspected that encountering the real and living Bruno Munari must have felt like this: tomorrow's universal genius is today's shady, freaked-out weirdo. It's pleasant to have this suspicion confirmed in the essay "L'arte moltiplicata ritorno al future" by Azalea Seratoni.
From RE-PROGRAMMED ART: AN OPEN MANIFESTO, pp. 100-101.
"Si badi bene: Munari non era a quei tempi quella personalità mitica che oggi é quasi oggetto di culto, era considerato una figura bislacca e imbarazzante che scivolava via come una saponetta da qualsiasi definizione. Era difficile capire il suo profilo cangiante, il fatto che passasse di colpo da una cosa a un'altra, come se non ci fossero passaggi, nessuno riusciva a starli dietro."
"It should be noted that back then Munari was not the legendary icon who is practically a cult figure today; he was considered an eccentric, faintly embarrassing individual, so slippery that he eluded all definition. It was impossible to understand such an ever-changing character; he would suddenly move from one thing to another, with seemingly no transition. No one could keep up with him."
