.:: new born.

red lips, originally uploaded by marinella83.

.:: photography.

I'm discovering the pleasure of photography, I'm learning the world again.
I'm re-descovering it.
I't like if you learn for the second time to see: you open your eyes like a 2-minutes-old newborn and you don't see your mother - you see the world.
And your mother now is the world.

.:: trail.

I met a guy this morning: he filled up the air with his parfume. And he reminded me of my brother and my father. When I came back from school I used to smell the air in the stairs for knowing if they were already at home. They have a particular skin that keeps the parfumes..and when they went up they always left a trail. I used to love that trail.

.:: Italians do it better

Talking with my teacher Jill Walker about Italian school...she told that seems I've had a good education, so maybe the educational system in Italy works well..I really don't know. Actually I think that in this moment we cannot talk about an Italian-way-of-making-school: we've had at least two important reforms in the last few years that I really didn't like, both badly trying to imitate American school. And now all it's completely different from the post-68th school. And it's better? I really don't know, but one thing I know for sure: the mummy-teachers are still there ( as cultured as always, as far as always) but the 2000 pages long books are disappeared and maybe in new courses like mine things are radically changing and teachers seem to be "closer". Better or worse, I really don't know.

.:: long gone before daylight.

but if I had one wish fulfilled tonight I'd ask for the sun to never rise if God passed the mike to me to speak I'd say: "stay in bed world...
...sleep in peace!"
[The Cardigans , 3.45 : NO SLEEP

.:: Auschwitz.

auschwitz, originally uploaded by marinella83.

Street-art in Bergen: found on the stairs up to the principal Bergen's church.
No comments nedded.

.:: These Waves of Girls.

Working for an assignment I started reading the hypermedia novel that has won the 2001 Electronic Literature Award for fiction ....amazing! And somethimes scaring too...truly immersive atmosphere and sinister feelings..anyway, completely fascinating.
Just have a look: http://www.yorku.ca/caitlin/waves/ and let me know what you think.

.:: mandarin.

intense fluctuating smell in my room..directly from the past, air from my father's hands and orange reflected in his childish eyes, parfume from a quiet afternoon hanging from my father's hand and pleasure in his childish eyes, hands playing with the peel and eyes desperatly asking me complicity. mandarin-smelling past.

.:: hypertext literature.

Surfing in search of a brilliant idea for my final work in "Digital culture", I've found this "hypertext/hypermedia literary journal" with a collection of woderful hypertext novels : BeeHive (don't worry, this is not the website of the "Kiss me Licia" cartoon!).
I loved in particular the novel "Hyperbody" by Juliet Ann Martin and "Restless" by Miranda F. Mellis....naturally women ;-))

.:: altered books.

I know that for most of you won't be new but I've discovered it just this morning (ignorant, I know...)...so:

ALTERED BOOKS

It is any book, old or new that has been recycled by creative means into a work
of art. They can be ... rebound, painted, cut, burned, folded, added to,
collaged in, gold-leafed, rubber stamped, drilled or otherwise adorned ...and
yes! it is legal!

[ http://www.alteredbookartists.com/ ]

Culture jamming?...Art?

.:: audio project.

[murmur] is an archival audio project that collects and curates stories set
in specific Toronto locations. At each of these locations, a [murmur] sign will
mark the availability of a story with a telephone number and location code. By
using a mobile phone, users are able to listen to the story of that place while
engaging in the full physical experience of being there. Some stories suggest
that the listener walk around, following a certain path through a place, while
others allow a person to wander with both their feet and their gaze.

.:: mirrors.

Some will not recognize the truthfulness of my mirror. Let them remember
that I am not here to reflect the surface... but must penetrate inside. My
mirror probes down to the heart. I write words on the forehead and around the
corners of the mouth. My human faces are truer than the real ones.

[ Paul Klee]

Mirrors..fascinating objects: The Mirror Project .

.:: possibilities.

To be alive in the twentieth century is to be aware of the alternative
possible selves, of alternative possible worlds, and of the limitless
intersecting stories of the actual world....To truly capture such cascading
permutations, one would need a computer.

[ "Hamlet on the Holodeck" - Janet H. Murray ]

.:: Vanità

VANITA' (da L‘ALLEGRIA - da NAUFRAGI) Giuseppe Ungaretti D'improvviso è alto sulle macerie il limpido stupore dell'immensità E l'uomo curvato sull'acqua sorpresa dal sole si rinviene un'ombra Cullata e piano franta

VANITY english translation Suddenly the limpid stupor of the immensity towers above the debris And the man bent over the water surprised by the sun discovers a shadow Wafting in pieces and gently floating away

.:: peace

peace, originally uploaded by marinella83.

Peace.
Is the only word that I can find.
Sitting on a bench in the middle of the longest fjord in Norway, just water and clouds and mountains and sky and sun (sometimes...) and trees and grass and little boats sourrounding me...and just the sound of sheeps bells in my ears...
..totally peaceful.