a whale tale
Exiled
When I opened my eyes I felt disoriented, around something like bubbles swirled furiously before my eyes. Was I alive? Or was I dead? In that moment of sheer panic actually, these questions echoed in the ether of an oblivion that, at least in appearance, it was all in my head. I could hear the sounds, similar to those that produce a stomach-churning. I felt the soft touch of water on the skin, or at least what I thought was water. I could see the blue spectral ocean under me and I tasted the salt of a life that no longer belonged to me.
Read the Story
the collective artwork
Workshop Photography
Mixed Media Installation I
Carton Board, White Acrylic Painting and Spray Can, Collage, Objects.
Serenella Rizzi, Emanuela Buratti, Vittoria Dalla Torre, Giuseppe Capucci, Manuel Turchi, Elisa Delle Donne, Ylenia Cipriano, Marlene Barcio.
Mixed Media Installation II
Drawing, Colored Pencil, Acrylic Painting, Collage
Angelica Zilli, Nicole Ballini, Annalisa Gorreri, Argenide Conti, Ludovica Carallo, Diego Roncarati, Mattia Tagliazucchi.
Just as the brain detects patterns in the visual forms of nature—a face, a figure, a flower—and in sound, so too it detects patterns in information. Stories are recognizable patterns, and in those patterns we find meaning. We use stories to make sense of our world and to share that understanding with others.
They are the signal within the noise – Frank Rose
They are the signal within the noise – Frank Rose