Every moment of our lives expand messages, such as a scent or the flashing of a warning signal. Again and again we repeat, not to mention, who we are or would like to be, and what we seek. A few of us expand messages so confused that the effect is to communicate the opposite. Our view, a detail of our clothing, the pose of the body, tone of voice we use to answer a question suddenly, they reveal a piece of us is under the bark. I'm not good at reading these messages, but I invented to incorporate hundreds of signals that may not exist. I wonder if they are good but unknowingly transmit my signal? That message that faint before reaching the consciousness of a casual observer is lost in large part, is altered, and leaves a trail atom must be interpreted. Are fascinating posts of the body. Some bodies allow them to speak for hours, some do not. Yet the image of us who unwittingly tramettere we often do not arrive, or decomposes and reaches tens of viewers in dozens of different ways. Like the light that draws the pictures that do not recognize, because our senses are not objective and build images are not real. As the first of the pyramids archaeologists try to make sense of the riddles of your look, your not that of your writing, the different cutting of hair and time it takes to travel one meter of asphalt. What I get is useless, except when the armor is laid, to become the material with which we build our dreams. It 's the you've built, is that I have closed, and from there you must try to escape.
Photo: Stresa, Isola dei Pescatori, 21 August 2010
Photo: Stresa, Isola dei Pescatori, 21 August 2010
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