Quantum leaps
discovering new dimensions.
In Alto
With the memory of the jumps of the grasshoppers and frogs I used to see when I was child I also take strength and jump. The wind drags me, leads me as if I were seeking for a treasure. It seems to fly, in the sky, high, higher and higher. New forces are unleashed, arms are raised. And how I would like to touch the moon, caress the clouds. Come, let us dive together. Let us go. Don’t stop, the flight just
Incantato
Here we are, arrived. We go down to the square. I’ll take you to see some beautiful houses, covered with plants. I still remember when I first saw them, they were fresh, and what a delightful scent they brought into the house. It was a spring day, little rain had unleashed a dance of insects. It seemed like a fantasy of another time: from the open windows it was an enchantment to smell the flowers, to lengthen the look beyond the distant horizon. Try to look, open the windows too and with your own eyes try to go further and let your imagination free, open or close them if necessary. Choose freely what
In Viaggio
We’re moving around here and there. A unique and original journey, we move yet, but you will have noticed that the worlds I’m showing you are not only physical places, they are also spaces and dimensions that I have re-visited with colors, with creativity and with sometimes extravagant shapes. Who knows where these paths will go. In this journey there may be speed, but not rusch; then there is slowness, tranquility, silence, emptiness, strength, warmth, sometimes a chaos in the making. Travel with whoever you want and remember that everyone chooses where to go and with whom to leave. I hope you can stop and look at the valleys, where the trees are playing, or look for the sea where the boats swaying. The wind in so many directions will push us, even inside us, if
Intimità
Well, can you smell the scent of coffee? When I start the day is the first thing I’m doing. If you want to stop, come, I would like to offer you a cup, we could have breakfast together. You know, when we rediscover the joy of the little things, which the houses of the world are full of, seems to have discovered a new world. I need to know who I meet, to walk with his shoes for some moons if I want to understand who I’ve in front of me. I know, I’m asking you for a effort, but think, behind a plate, a glass, a flower there is much more than that we see: try to look inside the houses with the look of those who live in them, browse these pages even with my eyes, jump, dance if you want, get dirty with my colors, there are so
Inverso
My dear friend, yeah, I'm talking to you, listen to one thing, "Our world, around whom turns, what is moving yours, my, our life?" I realize that we are not made in series, but we are really made from someone who made us uniquely and perfectly. I would ask you a favour please. I'll ask you to land here on this tile. It is a place outside from patterns. Don't be afraid, I know you may have difficulty stopping. I suggest you listen to your emotions. Come on, come with me and let's stop for a while. Try to look over the walls, let's go over time. Try to think beyond the circle, even if you now are not seeing any circle. Although there are only few things here, these are enough. They'll talk to you if you let them. There are not difference between us, we are not made to live in fear but to enrich ourselves and share what we live, what we are really
In Contatto
One day I was in the woods and I don’t know what suggested me to hug a tree. I remember it as if it were today, it was a big beech tree. The strength of that good giant has opened up an unknown world for me. Touching the wood, caressing the earth, rubbing the dry leaves, rolling in the grass frees the mind: what a freshness. that carefree. The matter around us is a great companion of life. I can see and find elements which inspiring me everywhere, not only in the woods or in the nature. Even a wall, a piece of wood from a broken door, a old wool sweater and many other objects, they can speak, narrate something, express life. Each in its own way is a work of art. Also a nail, a can, when I work them, they are speaking a new languages, becoming something new. Come, try it too, take your time, it’s such a
In Principio
An island named “beginning”. A bit strange yeah, but if we go outside the box, we discover that in many cultures books begin with what in other contexts we call “the end”. Who is right? I would say none, or better all: it depends on the perspective with which we are approaching it. Let’s go for a walk, the infinite
Informe
I have arrived in this world that goes beyond the forms that I see all days. The journey I would like to live with you starts from the colors. It is a trip beyond time. There seems to be lava exploding from top of a volcano, falls down and takes place on the sheets of paper, on the table, on the wood. New spaces are created, they seem like streets, houses: there are new dimensions. The journey has just begun and pushes me far. Imagination is free to dive where peace all
Ebbene siamo arrivati alla fine ma è anche un nuovo inizio, un ritornare alla nostra quotidianità, ma come dopo ogni nuova esperienza, portando con noi qualcosa dal viaggio che si è appena concluso. Ti dico grazie per aver percorso un po’ di strada con me. Spero che tornando a casa anche tu porterai un po’ di colori e di stravaganze con te, ti serviranno ad eludere la monotonia di tutti i giorni. Guardare il cielo, andare oltre gli schemi, spaziare oltre i muri, è un lavoro che tutti possiamo continuare: facciamolo se vogliamo. Sarà più facile apprezzare ciò che la moda del momento ritiene una banalità, vivere apprezzando la semplicità delle piccole cose della vita. E se vorrai condividere qualche tuo pensiero, mi farà piacere leggere le tue preziose considerazioni. Dai! Siamo in partenza, stavolta verso casa...
In Fine
