Pensieri per l'anno 2022
... in a state of permanent anxiety
... in a state of permanent anxiety (death and denial)
... in a state of permanent anxiety (amnesia)
... I thought of dreams, of my visitors, of all this madness
... companions who mirrored susurrations only
... companions who mirrored susurrations only
... out of doors: grasshoppers and dragonfly
... out of doors: Icarus and the Labyrinth
Untitled, Papamoa Beach
... I carefully researched how to bait my trap
... surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it
Modern hermits I
Modern hermits II
Somewhere, surrendering, cloning (Study for Self-Portrait, 2022)
Three studies for figures at wartime
Three studies for figures at wartime
Three studies for figures at wartime
Grief chamber for the innocent bloodshed
... I haven't tried to handshake the angels yet
... on the Day of Initiation
... in suspended animation
... an empty shell, memories, a passage
... an empty shell, memories, a passage
... and then only relics, particles, presences
... and then only relics, particles, presences
... and then only relics, particles, presences
... and then only relics, particles, presences
... the consequences of which are still unknown
... the consequences of which are still unknown
... the consequences of which are still unknown
"Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret,
their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else."
(Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities)
“You take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours.”
(Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities)
“You reach a moment in life when, among the people you have known, the dead outnumber the living.
And the mind refuses to accept more faces, more expressions: on every new face you encounter,
it prints the old forms, for each one it finds the most suitable mask.”
(Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities)
Figures in a room I
Figures in a room II
Figures in a room III
Figures in a room IV
Figures in a room V
Where are your monuments, your battles, martyrs?
Where is your tribal memory? Sirs,
in that grey vault. The sea. The sea
has locked them up. The sea is History.
...
Derek Walcott: The Sea Is History
...
Longing for what went missing at some point
Somewhere, in the long journey, is a beguiling
Dead end.
...
Fabrizio Frosini: Tenderness
...in times of indefinite transparency
...no one knows me like
... Love and the Body
...
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts:
secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.
...
James Joyce: Ulysses
... legacy, spell, trophy (from left to right and backwards)