the old peak of my emotionality e
try to see what is not seen
I can not tell you exactly what I do
so much emotions but I know I am
agree with that writer that one
Once the man said it is not what he thinks
but what hides me for example
when in the theater a seat is sitting in the theater
lateral and from there I can see the
movements of the technicians behind the scenes
fifth those that raise lower i
papier-mâché backdrops or actors like that
nervous and insecure before entering
scene
well at that moment to me something
lights
there is a phrase of brown munari that towards
the end of his career
he said for a lifetime
I tried to show what he was doing
others do not see, for example, one
rainbow in profile a rainbow of
profile for me there is a beauty one
magic a fantasy and above all
a wonderful indication and it says
another of the great sentence
definition of tree explosion
very slow of a seed
and seen that to see things that do not
you see
I do not need the eyes I would like everyone
we close our eyes we do it all
nothing strange will happen
close them and in the darkness we see
imagine the oceans their
depth more clean their backgrounds
so the motions and silent or of the
animals
their dreams so inscrutable and
unspeakable for us humans or one
tree its roots
take for example one of those
Huge oaks growing sun in the middle
at the plowed fields the trunk is gigantic and
the branches keep the leaves moving
everything is and slightly in the wind
we descend along the trunk until we get there
on the ground and we strain a bit and pass
underground where the trunk splits
in the larger roots that slowly
they sink into the earth and twist
and they become increasingly thin up to
become almost like hair and then
let’s get back some
hundred meters up to succeed in
hug all of the tree
its roots that are perhaps larger
open your eyes
this is the journey I made the
first time I tried to draw
the root of a tree and that’s what
I do more or less every time I try
to draw one and each time is a
wonderful journey into the bowels of the
earth and in the silence of the earth where the
passage of a mole or slow casting
of the rain are the most facts
resounding and revolutionary that they can
happen where the roots are all
interconnected and reverberating
the echoes of the world above that is so
far from the bowels of the earth like this
silent and so maternal so warm and
so primordial and in my study not
it’s the only thing I do because
parallel to this work I wanted
see a book
what you never see or what
the entirety of the book itself as seeing
in front of him an edition of the divine
comedy all spending so not much of
consider the historical greatness and
cultural heritage and the importance of that book
as his physical presence in the
studio attached three canvases of two meters
for three each
I took an edition of the divine
late seventeenth-century comedy they were missing
a few pages and so it was not a
sacrifice dismember it and I glued on
each panel all pages
of the hell of purgatory and of the
paradise and in front of me in my studio
I thought I had so many because
for me, dante is no longer a person but
it is his work
and I could almost hear the screams
del in of the damned to hell ulisse e
penelope teseo the count ugolino i
cherubs in paradise and seeing that I was
drawing the roots or joined the two themes
and a series of roots has been born
drawn on the pages of the most texts
important of our culture
from the anil to the odyssey
from the encyclopedia of diderot to the texts of
Galileo has a private canon law e
English
all the books that make up our own
culture
and then I arrived at the three sacred texts
the bible the quran and the torah in this
case I decided not to take the text
sacred in itself but a commentary for not
wanting to offend a text and people
that in that text they believe a commentary
therefore it is no longer sacred but a book of
study is the theme of this framework to me
like to think it’s not that much
these three religions have the same
root that is also true is that enel
Judaism as the contrast between
the thought of the man represented
from the pages and the nature represented
from the roots the thought of man lo
see how schematic how it is divided
in the pages like everything monotonous and
especially as it does not communicate the three
religions while saying the same thing does not
they talk to each other and nature is the only one
element of the picture that takes them all
and three embraces them unites them and does not hold
in no regard ours
divisions
and human thought is the only thought
human that for me goes irrepressible as
the root of a tree and that of the gods
children
once for example I heard two
children playing on the beach at one
he said to the other, you know he has a rabbit
the other told him he has something to eat
no to live here is for me this is the
maximum freedom of thought that
we can arrive
and sometimes it happens to me that the child
in me from the back from which I bound it
arrive running take all the scene is
the whole world around me becomes
wonderful
in those moments high fantasy moments
for example one day I was drawing on one
outdoor notebook a little bit of thought
I picked a flower from the grass and it
leaning on the notebook and it seemed to me
see a species of ostrich in the shade
or more precisely the robin snake
hood service with the neck lengthened
tongue out and the crown moves it a
second and was immediately gone there
the shadow
I imagined myself with the flower projecting
I turned over and there it is again them
he kills exceptional in the shadows of the
leaves hide from the shapes
I picked another leaf and it is me
seemed to see a kind of
warthog or rhinoceros with one
I was put on a rasta hair
look for and look and a series is born
of works on the shadows of the leaves
dry where the only rule that I am
given is to never change the
leaf to get that shadow then
if the shadow was vaguely approximated
discarded the leaf a beggar who
he asks alms
the profile of a dog maybe one
schnauzer the profile of dante or di
federico da montefeltro una da mina
sad sad as it came out of a novel
of flaubert that wanders for the shadows of the
leaves or a monk in prayer all
absorbed in meditating this work la
the part that I like most is to think that
the more it is seen that the more I look for
the less I find more I want at all costs
find a form less I see and more me
I leave free more
it happens as in this case by one
leaf with a very strange shape also
a little musty turning and turning a
certain point comes out a profile of a
moose that slowly turns into
profile of a bull where else
they hide the magic of life for
example in the texts of books
if we take any text one
page and on the page we take the
words some words that we choose
scattered in the text can be composed of
phrases that I would never have expected
what you see behind me is one
page of the divine end comedy
five hundred the test of dante is that
in the center and all around and commentary
my eye fell on five days
words revenge look sorry for the
mind looks in the heart and stretches and
I looked better I saw revenge
he drinks blood and virtue but there was also
another how nice it is to suffer for one
eternal plant jam and the soul in the heart
be able to keep quiet that it’s all superfluous but
because death can not be explained fact
this work
I was fairly mutual because I did not
I was waiting for so many to come out
phrases and certainly there are many of them
more but from here I understood that the true
work was to find the only sentence
sentence within the infinite
possible to represent me
I really took another page of the
same edition and not underlined 1
after eight days of wonder time
being nothing but time responds
that death was nothing but peace and
quiet and then I was convinced
that giving the same page to hundreds
of people no one would have pointed out
the same sentence
so i went to a high school i gave to
150 girls the same page of the
divine of the odyssey and I told them to
always emphasize a year from above
downwards and from left to right
their sentence and I would never have expected it
to receive back poems and
so refined I read 2
he would have loved me he would have given me some
good if it aged between us and instead it is
dead
yet the sad death had well
infiniti this and francesco of 16 years
that your heart will give you what more
jade wishes of 17 years and now it’s up to
you my dream
in the envelopes that have been delivered to you
at the entrance there is an envelope with writing
do not open
I do not know who of you has not already
I would have already opened it inside
there is a different page for each of
you are 1200 different pages that come
from four masterpieces of literature
world
the iliad the eneide the odyssey and the
metamorphosis of ovid
now my dream would be what
each of you underlined his sentence
on that page and then today during
the day of the techwin chance of the
boxes at the theater or apples send
weekly mandaste following the
instructions you find inside and all
together he recomposes these four
masterpieces that once gathered
they can be read by reading the humerus
virgil ovidio or what you
you read between their lines and while
you do it
I’d like you to be guided by
a picasso phrase that says I do not
I look for
I find you find yourself on the page
hidden by the words hidden in this
page
as from the hidden magic in life
thank you
[Applause]
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