Who are you?
That’s the wrong question.
Who am I?
The one who threw
the rock in the pond.
What do you want from me?
The stone is thrown
I am light
and I’m leaving behind
Chi sei tu?
E’ la domanda sbagliata.
Chi sono io?
Quella che ha gettato
il sasso nello stagno.
Cosa vuoi da me?
Il sasso è gettato
e mi lascio alle spalle
le tue domande.
Continue reading Eternally absent.
The ballad of the lemon
(Small poem on chromatic prohibitions)
(Yellow sun-blinding yellow-yellow yellow)
If you eat lemons will not have your period
If you eat lemons you will not have satisfactions
If you brush your hair while you have “those” things
You block them for sure
Continue reading The Ballad of the Lemon
The vein of the pelvis numbs
It slams the bone ridge
It thought of the night currents of the Sky
It thought of knowing
the Sand and the Moon.
It got wild
and surprised the Moon.
Continue reading Blue Sky.
Udine: a Hapsburg city with Venetian influences. White stones and opaque iron that embellishing the balconies with Liberty drawings.
Udine is a town in the northeast of Italy, rich in decorations and rigorous, imposing and serious buildings.
Then suddenly, in the city center, under the Studio of some Professionals, here are the contemporary artworks: A child face weeping, it almost seems like a Caravaggio that is revealed to people.
Continue reading Urban Art and Venetian Gothic city
The sun is blinding salt
The sun is insoluble
The sun is spotted
The sun is dark, it’s germinated.
The sun is on the leash, it raises the croup.
Continue reading Salt of Summer
Walking through the streets of the city, curiously, you can see the binary rhythm of black/white that runs through the daily live of people.
The rhythm pulsates through the sidewalks, the stones underneath the trees, the asphalt and the crosswalks, the lampposts, cars, and tanks.
It’s and excellent exercise for our pencils and pens on a paper sheet, to observe how life around us influences what we’re going to draw.
Continue reading #urbanBW: we can start with the treasure hunt!
Hello, world. I am Stefania from Italy. I am the author of “The Morst“. What is The Morst? What’s more.”The joyful and rhythmic side of life. Colors, shapes, and thoughts moving. Dream about yellow, eat red, breathe blue”. I want to talk with you about Arts, urban and street Arts and colorful shapes around and inside us. Continue reading Just a Note