and so, maybe: maybe metal hides some other way of Expression. Maybe: in seeing it move under the hammer blows, in colours that change at the heat of the fire; in the forcing of bends, or tips or blades inside it - or against it. In taking it out of the acid, matt - silvery. In polishing it with Love. In letting it standing out strong, and contrasting, against fabric and skin and hair: extending lines of force, pushing the beholder's eyes - or yours - deeper, Inside.
It's an Art by itself - even if "minor" and mistreated: and she needs affection. Yes - affection.
Hi!, I'm Davide. I try to be a metalsmith. My other vices was good prose, and is powerlifting.
Now scroll down, pliiz.

Learning the Language - Rough sketches, #3

the second one; fast execution, 'cause I needed it fast. Sterling, shakudo, raw amethysts.

Things are still in study, but. 











These are two brief descriptions I sent with the piece.

Davide Zambon is working on the development of an object-level, almost descriptive language to represent heaps and accumulations of one's possessions, things remembered, personal treasures and generic crap, and their dislocation through the time and space of memory.

and

Davide Zambon is working on the development of an object-level, almost descriptive language to represent heaps and accumulations of one's possessions, things remembered, personal treasures and generic crap, and their dislocation through the time and space of memory.

Things are, that each time I find myself running against deadlines, really small chuncks of "aestethic theory" start to pop out here and there: have to take some time to write them all down, maybe.

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