This is a lithograph, done sometime in 2006. It represents a diary page, something you might scribble while on the phone, or daydreaming. And it is a manuscript... a page of my personal history.
The Image and The Word. Two kingdoms at war - in fact, the battle between emotion and reason. And in the middle, right in the middle of the battle, simultaneously playing the parts of Romeo and Juliet, stands the Illustration.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Unreal Manuscripts -part 1
This is a postmodern interpretation of the sacred texts of humanity. A fake manuscript. A collection of stories I can just barely remember. And maybe, a fragment of what Jung called the collective memory...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The sacred texts
There is a moment - in early childhood - when you receive all that is given with eyes and heart wide open. The border between reality and fantasy does not exist - and is inconceivable. That is when I discovered the Bible, and accepted it as a giant story-book. Not even the clash with religious bureaucracy, or my teenage rebellion against rules, or the philosophical cynicism of my youth have succeeded to erase this feeling. The way I remember, sacred texts are surprising, strange and mysterious. They are never content with a happy ending, they can be explained in so many ways. But most of all, after centuries spent in the imprisonment of absolutist interpretations, they have managed to preserve a deeper meaning - one that can be glimpsed, but never captured in words. Or images.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Graffiti autumn
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
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