MANI VIVE, the travel and the destination
We have finally arrived where the horizon slowly widens, where the gaze opens up beyond the dense, dense trunks and the hairy foliage of the trees.
Where even the HANDS begin to have that shy confidence necessary to continue the journey with more courage and awareness.
It is time to use the watercolor-painted cards, this time not individually, but in groups, exchanging pieces, advising each other, letting ourselves be influenced by the work of the companions, kindly competing for that particularly successful strip or square, without knowing who it is. architect.
It's time to share.
It's here that we meet our Angel.
Metaphorically, He represents the spiritual guide and the vital energy to which one can trust without fear.
Artistically, the suggestion provoked by the face of the Angel is great and the charm of this symbolic figure moves the skills of each one, as if one cannot wait to complete the elaborate and look this new, precious friend in the eyes.
On the basis of the previously prepared color groups, linked to INFINITY, EARTH and WATER, pieces of colored paper are modeled by tearing and bi-dimensionally compose the face, hair and wings.
The right proportions of the parts, depth and light are pursued, to make a material, paper, which is already full of energy in itself, LIFE.
The third meeting ends with the creation of a real collage painting, a way of interpreting life: every single piece and every small step are part of a larger drawing, especially if we have someone who supports and protects us, or when we ourselves are sources and custodians of vitality.
Use of watercolor papers
Method of tearing and collage
Use of masks
Finishing with the use of watercolor colored pencils
The last appointment sees the laboratory table immediately transform into this exuberant chaos of colors.
The goal is to tell our journey by entrusting it to the pages of the "Artist's Book".
The material prepared during the previous meetings, even the clippings of the works already done (the artist is a generous being, who does not throw away, but also gives new life to apparently unusable things), were made available to all the participants.
We therefore used various types of paper, folders painted in acrylic and watercolor, newspaper pages, and shaped the various elements with the tear-off technique or with scissors.
The first three pages of the book dealt with the stages covered: the departure in the woods, the passage through the clearing, the meeting with the Angel.
The last page, on the other hand, has been deliberately left to the free interpretation of each one ... a very personal ending, the representation of the goal to aim for, the ideal place where we would like to arrive to feel serene and at peace with ourselves.
To complete the book, we have inserted four poems between the pages, each one representing the emotions and meaning of each passage.
We want to share them with you, hoping they can... "pinch" some soul string...
Itinerant Wood, Tiziano Fratus
There is a wood that lives inside me, a sung and interminable silence, streams that gush and animals that run. I don't know who I am, the voice repeats, I don't know who I am. But I feel that there is this world of fine texture that inhabits a place without borders, here, in my chest, in my heart, in my mind. It populates the hours of sleep and nourishes the hours of thought. This is why when I return to the royal forest I feel like screaming, to love like a mother who does not distinguish a child from another child. I am a wood that walks, a wood that roots and uproots.
Ithaca, Konstantinos Kavafis
When you set out for Ithaca
you must wish the road is long,
fertile in adventures and experiences.
The Lestrigons and the Cyclops
or the fury of Neptune do not fear,
this will not be the kind of encounters
if the thought remains high and a feeling
steadfast guide your spirit and your body.
In Cyclops and Lestrigons, certainly not,
nor will you run into angry Poseidon
if you don't carry them inside
if the soul does not put them against you.
You must wish the road is long.
May there be many summer mornings
when in the ports - finally and with what joy -
you will touch the ground for the first time:
in Phoenician emporiums he lingers and buys
mother-of-pearl coral, ebony and amber
all fine merchandise, even perfumes
penetrating of all sorts;
as many intoxicating scents as you can,
goes to many Egyptian cities
learn a lot of things from the learned
You must always have Ithaca in mind -
to reach it is constant thought.
Above all, don't rush the trip;
make it last for a long time, for years, and that as an old man
set foot on the island, you, rich man
of the treasures accumulated on the street
without expecting riches from Ithaca.
Ithaca gave you the beautiful journey,
without her you would never have gotten away
traveling: what else do you expect?
And if you find it poor, Ithaca will not have disappointed you for this.
Made wise now, with all your experience on him
you will already have understood what Ithaca wants to mean.
I have an Angel, Raffaele Carrieri
I have an angel looking at me over my weary shoulder, an angel without a scale doesn't weigh my day. An angel who does not condemn me when the rose wounds, when I flee hope, when I beat my forehead on the stone of disillusionment, when I deceive death with paper swallows. I have an angel who saves me behind my tired shoulder.