The old site of Gibellina, completely destroyed by the 1968 Belice earthquake, was rebuilt about 20 km downstream. The former mayor of the city, Ludovico Corrao, had the bright idea to humanize the territory, by calling to Gibellina many world famous artists.
Alberto Burri realized the Great Cretto, one of the world’s greatest works of Land Art, a huge monument to death, in eternal memory of the earthquake that destroyed it.
Pietro Consagra installed the Door of Belice, also known as the Star of Consagra. Nowadays, the works of many other artists as Mario Schifano, Andrea Cascella, Arnaldo Pomodoro, Ludovico Quaroni, Mimmo Paladino, Franco Angeli, Franco Purini, Carla Accardi and Mimmo Rotella, scattered along the urban space, make Gibellina a real Open Air Museum.
In the Baglio of Stefano, the Foundation Orestiadi has realized the Museum of the Mediterranean Plots which displays one of the most important collections of contemporary art in Italy. Here you can find works of many Italian avant-garde artists such as Arnaldo Pomodoro, Paladino, Cucchi and Germanà, and other artists belonging to the Group Form One as Consagra, Accardi, Dorazio and Turcato and many other among the greatest exponents of the international contemporary art as Beuys, Matta, Scialoja, Corpora, Isgrò, Schifano, Angeli, Boero, Boetti, Longobardi, Rotella and Bob Wilson, Long and Briggs.
Once upon a time there was Gibellina, a small town on a small hill full of life , tasting farmer and master together. Today that place is home to the Cretto Alberto Burri, one of the greatest works of Land Art in the world.
Here the thin and clean air loses its power to oxygenate: under the shroud the breathing stops. In the countryside around the screws are going to lose their leaves reddened by the autumn, the olive trees are ready to release their holy fruit to Athena and buzzards broaden their wings to the sun searching preys. But beneath the shroud the breathing stops.
The memory of a life full of poor and simple things is renewed in the name of intellectual and symbolic art, it freezes in a labyrinthine web of hidden ruins, it lies on the green hills of a forgotten Sicily , unmindful and forgetful where the pain of the abandonment evaporates in the heart, where a gnawing nostalgia for lost childhood lies.