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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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.

better than raw

[...] then everything comes off from a languange elaboration - a language which is the answer to the search for a system to represent hoards of objects: hoardes of things as well as the accumulation of an human being's possession, and things remembered, personal treasures, and generic crap. Also, the hoard of something bigger. But things - objects - are not represented by virtue of an 1:1 reproduction - in size, in precision drawings: they seems an unordered, chaotic [?] assemblage of geometrical sketches, solids which shows their form in space, hints of their real appearences - all of them in various disgregational states: where these states are translated in a gamma of different, reducing simplification: from ultra-decoration to half-of-a-decoration, to an I-remember-here-was-somekind-of-a-decoration thing, to pure plain-faced solid [maybe to wireframe shadows too]: to a clean perfect silvery polished entity. Used, old, ancient, ruined, forgotten things ARE NOT breached, chipped or fragmented: nor hammered or broken etc. [...]
[...] things are accumulated in heaps, and the nearest inspiration are the collections of architectural relics outside lapidary museum: the capitel, a section of a column, a piece of epigrafy, a frame made of stone, some roman bricks - some with marks, some unmark'd - and the wild weeds around the, and the janitor's cat lazying around. [...] and then obviously you have the whole wunderkammern thing, and the saint's reliquiary and the ostrich's egg and the pewter-setted nautilus shell and the stuffed crocodil; translate it in metalsmithery activity, and you have raw stones, perfectly cut stones, geometrical solids, cubes and pyramids, and small reproductions of real things [...]

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Here aside, my first prong setting - for the oval citrine there depicted. Raw, shaky, still borax encrusted. But, nonenthless, here it is.