Wednesday, 30 April 2025

RAINFOREST II

 


RAINFOREST II
fragments
 
«where does the idea of Earth come from?
where do we get the idea of water?
why do we have a word for it?
these things were conceived in the beginning,
before the dawning, these were ideas,
water and Earth, we can only have ideas
of things that have already been conceived
in Aluna.
before the dawning, before there was anything,
we were conceived in the water of Aluna.
so were the trees, the mountains, everything.»
—Alan Ereira / BBC / The Lost City
 
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Tuesday, 29 April 2025

The squirrel back to his beloved hill...


 
happy to leave!
The squirrel back to his beloved hill...
 
>>> mille et deux feuilles
Buchhandlung zum Mittelmeer und mehr
—Zürich, Glasmalergasse 6


Friday, 25 April 2025

Glimpses original artworks

 


GLIMPSES . fragments
original artworks for the Leporello


 


still jumping around...

 


so many now... in Späti!
My postcards, so happily there!
The last few of them arrived just today
and my NEW dotty rabbit is still jumping
around in the shop...
 
Spisergasse 20
St. Gallen

 

 


Wednesday, 23 April 2025

RAINFOREST

 

 
"in the beginning there was Blackness.
only the sea. in the beginning there was
no sun, no moon, no people. in the beginning
there were no animals, no plants, only the sea.
the sea was the mother. mother was not people.
she was not anything. nothing at all.
she was when she was. Spirit.
she was memory and possibility.
[...]They say that we mutilate the world because
we do not remember the great mother.
She is not a distant God.
She is the mind inside nature."
 
From the Heart of the World / Alan Ereira
BBC 1990-2012



RAINFOREST SERIE .I 
RAINFOREST .II —in progress





"And we have a language which teaches us
that the world is made of things, and these
things are separate from one another, and
they have boundaries, so we can take 'a thing'
out of its context without damaging or affecting
the context. Kogi language doesn't allow for that.
The language itself sees what is in the world as
having extension into the world that it's in, and
in fact my own view is that the Kogi concept of
what we consider things is that they are fields,
which interpenetrate the world around them.
So their concept of taking the obvious things,
a river, a mountain, so on, those are not things
with defined limits, that can be separated from
the rest of the world. They are fields that extend
into the world beyond what we see as their limits,
and which affect (and interact) a much greater
area than we suppose. But that also applies to
everything else, even a rock is actually in their
terms better thought of as something which
exerts a field, that has extension beyond what
we perceive as its physical boundaries. And that
means that their whole sense of what the world
is driven in a different way from ours."
 
—Alan Ereira, Documentary Film Director,
Author, Anthropologist / an interview

 

 

Tuesday, 22 April 2025

so tiny thing

 


"so tiny thing" one of the first postcards
in the serie, a fragment from "Glimpses",
one of the remembrance of the woods,
this tiny plant who grow in the fresh
shadow of the trees. 
 
The original artwork, a mixture of pencil,
watercolour and acrylic white on grey
heavy cardboard —still visible in its
 
texture here and there.
"Glimpses" original artworks still with me,
the whole of them, togather with sketches
and the artworks which remained aside,
hidden...

and new postcards now, just ready
again to travel everywhere
 
 
 
illusimi.com > Glimpses 
▶︎ my shop
 
 

 


 

Thursday, 17 April 2025

A4PRINT / in white frame

 

 

below a starry sky 
| A4PRINT | in white frame
▶︎ available [without frame]
in my ONLINE SHOP 

300g Shiro Echo Favini high
quality recycled cotton paper 

 


 



Wednesday, 16 April 2025

JUST DOTS / NEW POSTCARDS SERIE / n.1

 

 
shy, as any rabbit...
out there for the first time
But happy, to be around in springtime,
just in time, his turquoise nose
sensing everything...
 
the first steps in the open, down the hill
here in St. Gallen, Spisergasse 20
 
JUST DOTS / NEW POSTCARDS SERIE / n.1
 
Boutique Späti / Spisergasse 20
a shiny colourful spot in the old town

 



 

some handwriting...

 


SPRINGTIME ! 
 
some handwriting with my precious
little wooden stick, still wet...
I love wet black watercolour on paper
but it's going to dry up, slowly slowly . . .
 
THANK YOU

 


 

Tuesday, 15 April 2025

lots of green...


 
Something new, lots of green,
birds, foxes, and odd sprouting
creatures… my postcards!
 
soon in Boutique Späti
St. Gallen old town
>>> Spisergasse 20
 
all of them but one...
 







 



 
 

Sunday, 13 April 2025

All animals grow timid in the winter night..

 

FOX / one of my artworks from a few years ago
 

The sleeping, shining-white fox fits in wonderfully
with the stillness of the night, which still remains
magically bright. Mikkl is like a fragment of the
mysterious Ice Age, lying hidden in the frozen, quiet
brightness. In the transparent heavens the large moon
looks quite near, not as it does in Europe where its
light is cold and distant. Here it seems to belong to
our world, the luminous picture of a sharply outlined
ice landscape.
Mikkl’s behaviour takes on a touch of timidity. All
animals grow timid in the winter night, the hunters say.
[…]

“Poor Mikkl, you’re traipsing to your doom. In a few
days the fox-trapping will begin; they’re after your life.
They will pull your beautiful fur over your head and
send you far away to a place where a lot of people live
close to each other. There they will give you glittering
eyes made of glass, and then you will hang in one of
the thousand glittering shops in one of the thousand
glittering streets, together with thousand of other
glittering dead things. Do you know, Mikkl, there’s
so much artificial glitter there that the people no
longer know anything about light, about its coming
and going, and about the magic of twilight.”

I fetch water from the lagoon; it is so clear that I can
see the rust-brown weeds at the bottom. Mikkl also
laps up some of the clear water but without letting me
out of his sight. Suddenly he raises his head and stares
at me as though it were the first time in his life he had
seen me. Horror glares out of his wide, glowing green
eyes; then he leaps aside and runs off without once
turning around. He runs across the black field of stone
and at last disappears, a tiny spot in my sight, at the
foot of the great black mountains.
 
Perhaps they become clairvoyant, the animals, as the
darkness grows, and then see the true face of men?

 

—Christiane Ritter, A Woman in the Polar Night [1938]