With a touch of pride, I present my fourth work: Fiori Appassiti + Esili.
This is perhaps my most intimate and personal artistic effort, made of fragments of soul laid out in black and white on sheets of paper.
The work is accompanied by a substantial photographic component, whose purpose is to deepen and enrich the process of meaning-making.
Initially, the publishing house proposed a cover price of 20 euros, but I insisted that it remain under 15 euros. And so it did.
It is a work that can be experienced on different levels of interpretation, but only those who have walked through the dark night will find an almost total identification.
What else can I say?
Click here and treat yourself, because I truly believe this small book is a little gem capable of helping and inspiring.
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It is well known that contextualizing a message is essential in order to understand it. Shades of meaning take shape also, though not exclusively, based on the grain of the canvas on which they are painted. To borrow from sociology, they arise from our very own Lebenswelt, the world of life, within whose enclosure our thoughts graze, forced, as well as their process of meaning-making.
As communicative expressions, the short collections Fiori Appassiti and Esili would also require an analysis of the generative context in order to grasp their sense more clearly.
However, since they deal with personal and autobiographical events, they must necessarily be placed without delving too deeply into detail.
These poems were born in a particularly introspective and solitary moment of my life.
A period marked by intense emotions tied to the fading of a love story, along with its load of nostalgia, regrets, remorse, and anger.
When I eventually became habituated to the pain, an apparent serenity took shape, allowing me to open myself to new emotional experiences.
Is it not true that we fall in love when we decide to do so?The final poem is therefore the landing place of a new love, the exit from the pages of this book. A new story. A new fabula in the plot of one’s life.
From the white flowers of the first photograph (yes, I know they are not carnations!) to the spring rose in the last one.
Or perhaps, as the dotted sine wave on the cover suggests, we are simply witnessing a kind of eternal return.
The carnation replaced by the rose, destined to wither once more.
Thus, the last poem brings us back to the first, and the book begins again, trapping us within its coils.
You have been warned, then.
This is not a carefree read: the grapheme of each poem is a deep scar. Some feel like a punch in the stomach, others are deliberately ornate, with complex or even invented vocabulary, meant to convey the confusion and disorientation experienced by the author during the act of writing.
Fiori Appassiti is therefore the parabola of a love born radiant and dead on the meadows of indifference.
So imperfect, this story, that the eight poems composing it were originally meant to be ten.
But perhaps this is better: no forcing. No additional words beyond those that needed to be said. And then… if something is born imperfect, it makes no sense to reinterpret it into perfection.
Esili, instead, is the tale, again in poetic form, of what happened afterward.
The solitary wandering of a Ulysses in search of that balance which characterizes every created thing.
Give yourself enough time, and I promise that everything within you will settle into a new equilibrium.
You too.
But do not grow too comfortable.
The sine wave on the cover is there to remind us that nothing lasts forever, and if the river of our life flows toward the sea, even as we glimpse the estuary, a small stream has already begun at the source, seeking to find our riverbed.
It is up to us then, once ready to receive it, to let ourselves be accompanied for as long as we allow it.
And this, if you think about it, is rather comforting.
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