So these months I was trying to slain the dragon - I was running barefoot thru' woods and rocky plains and hills and crossing rivers and pushing my flashlight deep in carsic openings along mountains' sides: searching for the dragon.
Times of anxiety and crisis - external, but internal too - of no money and no sleep, searching with no-strength-enough for an exit strategy that I don't know how-to.
But: here come things: I drawn a project for the Dialoghi Incantati exhibition, and sent it the very last day aiavable, and they said project is really interesting, we're pleased to admit you at the exhibition; just tell us when the work will be ready.
:-)
[time to return to the bench]
Here's a small drawing: pictures will come as soon as sawblades'll start gnawing again-
[fYi, it's a brooch - exhib asks brooch; theme was art, culture, history of the towne of Verona: I choosed to deconstruct the "arche scaligere" complex - this: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arche_scaligere]
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.
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