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the online catalogue of the 5th International Exhibition held at the Sokolniki Moscow Museum of Contemporary Calligraphy:

"Dear Friends!
We would like to present to you the electronic catalogue of the 5th International Exhibition of Calligraphy, which includes new works by well-known and well-loved authors, as well as pieces by calligraphers who joined our projects not long ago."

Ithaca and (too much!) more...

what I dislike the most is my strong and childish tendency to wink too much to "hyperdecoration", which often takes me
to fall into unelegance and ugliness - well, at least when such excess doesn't end by being really ridiculous...shortly, there
were other pieces in my series "Ulysses", that I wisely have never shown - but someone liked them just as they were, and
bought a couple of these first productions...well,
the same friend has invited me for lunch today, so here I am facing my
framed "ΙΘΑΚΗ"...the text is something I can't remember now from the Odyssea:

- Amalfi handmade paper, silk 80% 340 g/mq
- gold leaf 22 kt on gesso
- Staedtler crayons
- a rag of ancient sicilian linen fabric
- natural cork from Sardegna.


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"virtual" friends?...

how often do you happen to sit and get ready for some training - warming the wrist and elbow, cleaning the nib and choose
the ink for your own pleasure, searching that small spare piece of paper you have kept from the last best sheet you had a
month ago...and in the end you don't know WHAT to write? oh, not doodling again, no names, no sayings anymore - well, I
started scratching and smudging the paper with my very small (just 2 mm, as you can see), very deep thoughts...hope you
can read it, it's dedicated to all my best "webfriends"...


cada pessoa é um silêncio"

a short quote - to use this small last leftover of a large binding parchment (circa XVIII century) I was gifted
back in time - Lanciere vintage nib, Herbin's ink.

"Cada pessoa é um silêncio, isso sim, um silêncio - cada uma com o seu silêncio, cada uma com o silêncio que é." (José Saramago, "As intermitências da Morte", 2005)