marionanni who?                                                                                   

marionanni the one who writes the light

- an electrician?

- yes, but not only! marionanni the one who founded viabizzuno alone in 1994, but also the one who invented the n55 light bulb and the n35 light bulb

- but is he an entrepreneur or a designer?

- a visionary, an artist, a designer, an inventor, a revolutionary who changed the rules of designing light. a light writer.

- what?!? the n55...and his beloved e27 bulb?

- precisely because of his love for the light bulb, he wanted to find technical solutions to help man live ingoodlight.

- so marionanni designs lighting fixture.

- yes, but not only! he designs buildings, houses, pavilions, factories…

- he is an architect!?

- yes, but not only. he expresses himself in all the arts, sculpture, painting, music, graphics, photography, poetry, theatre,

literature, philosophy, because his guiding thought is that only when all the arts come together, enchantment is achieved and everything becomes poetry,

poetry of universallight.

- ah, he’s a poet!

- yes, but not only. he also works the land and lectures at various universities. they call him maestro, because he transmits his experience and his passion through philosophy and mathematics, with method, rigor and discipline.

- oh god your mario is increasingly complex. a farmer, a professor who has never unscrewed a light bulb.

- no, i told you that he is also an electrician

- so how did he end up at university, what is it, does the university put farmers and electricians in professorships now?

- no, it’s a long story.

- how long?

- it’s 69 years long and it begun in via bizzuno.

- ah, viabizzuno, the factory that produces

lighting fixtures.

- yes, the factory he founded, but also, and above all, the street where he was born and where he left his long journey…

- come on, let’s hear it, he says, but don’t put all sixtynine years into it.

- marionanni, was born in bizzuno in via bizzuno, at number 17 between the people’s house and the church, he talks about the poverty card of those times who had his family, conversations with his grandfather and his first day at school, when it was still school began on october 1st, a certainty that all the boys had. tells about the light of a white notebook upon which he began to trace his first pencil marks. of a black board smelling of chalk that captured the attention of the students until the door was opened, a long shadow entered, preceded the teacher,

illuminated by the sunlight

that entered from the corridor window.

his first emotions given to him by the light.

- and his grandfather, what does his grandfather have to do with it?

- his grandfather told him about the light of the snow and took him to the cinema for the first time, where he was fascinated

by the dynamism and value of the light that came out of the darkness and

took over the large room.

his grandfather once told him

that people are divided between those who say and those who do and he had to decide which side he was on. and he decided to stay on the side of those who do, he went to low school,

vocational school to immediately find a job and he found a job, the construction site. it’s only when he meets two special men,

his masters, gabriele basilico first and then ag fronzoni, that he understands the pleasure, the joy of studying, of reading everything, of immersing yourself in

books because the project is total,

it involves all knowledge and his

planning is “why not”.

for this reason in his design today there is, in addition to the ingenuity,

capable of new intuitions,

the practicality, knowledge and

common sense of someone

who has learned a trade.

- okay, i understand: someone

who started from the ranks and

eventually set up a factory.

- no, not only, ’designing as the voice of the verb to love’ becomes his life philosophy. collects the traces of his path, works on many tables that become his gardens full of books, pencils, notes, things that permeate his mind, fills his pockets with objects, the head of intuitions, the hands of signs... and he continues walking, away from bizzuno.

he brings with him a light bulb, a screwdriver, a salami of his, the garlic and the school notebook, that of the first day, still white, silent, but ready to collect his thoughts. he fills pages and pages of stories, not always written, but done through work. and of practice, of words handed down and remember, like those of the grandfather... and more photos, faces and ideas.

collects everything in twenty-four volumes where he is telling the different arts and the different disciplines with whom he works. he loves sharing all this with his shop boys

in his museum, confront, to research,

evolve and teach, see that his words can materialize in the children’s gestures,

feel that their thoughts can become objects, understand that his dreams they will grow with theirs and working towards dreams

no words remain but become reality.

- and the viabizzuno?

- viabizzuno was a stop on a road that mario traveled every day, until june 19, 2023, studying and working hard.

it was a road full of experiences, meetings, choices, events. now he is walking in a dream of him, a new renaissance current,

where there is a center a new

awareness and value of man.

- ah we finally got there, marionanni is a master of a renaissance workshop!

- yes but not only, not only, but it’s useless,

i can’t explain to you who marionanni is: take a walk with him and maybe then

you will understand who he is.