Dear Flavio
I followed the path of your atlas real and imaginary I'm
are mostly unknown among the places that you touched with your
clear and evocative writing, able to commute
image in the other, a logical thought in the corresponding antithetical.
The impression I got, apart from the
literary appreciation for the quality of the writing, was that of a continuous
disorientation in the workshop of your thinking, as
if I were in front of openings and crevices of a research
that will never end, being made of the same material
of your worries. To communicate
instinctive closeness with the places in this constellation
lived here are some pictures that I have
deeply touched.
- The breath of the first half
- What unites is the separation
- The movement that leads to the other side of ourselves
- The abandonment of superfluous
- The silence where we shape our listening
- The dark as light as possible and the possibility
- Each shaded area is a place where a battle takes place
- We pass through the exile
- is this persistent experience of exile
- The rest of desire, a real relished symbolic experience of death
- We live in the condition of one who is headed nowhere
- Always the boundary between being there and not
be - is never encountered the world but behind the landscape into his own shadow
- The journey back has the perseverance of the trip.
Here, Flavio dear, this is my little trace in the map
of your experience. Thanks for letting me make this trip
unexpectedly in your words, to the Antiterra.
friendship, albeit distant. Claudio
February 2, 2011
PORTFOLIO OF FLAVIO IME
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