Landscape and cloth in dialogue
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Silent pots at the end of the workshop

Silent pots at the end of the workshop

Silent pots at the end of the workshop

Silent the pots stay there, drawn close to camp stove and gas cylinders. Trickles of colored liquids cross the lids and soften the sheen of the steel. Leaves barks roots I laid away everything, when also the last light of the day laid the greets away with itself and the tight hugs, wrapped in the scents of our dyeing. The workshop has gone to its end.
I trace back the moments, dialogues, gazes and the gestures exchanged during the last three days while tidying up my many materials, they too ready to come back home. And I cannot help to recognize how much all that suits me, maybe as never before… Just like I wanted it to be in my tacit intents, time together has been dense of open words, clear of eyes into eyes, vibrating of hugs heart to heart. Constantly leaning over the landscape, the expectation for results slipped away in a breath of wind. Beyond techniques, we explored the nature instead and the many, many symbolic keys of a process, the tinctorial, with all the modesty of who gets back to acknowledge himself as part of a relationship system infinitely wider, incredibly more meaningful. Intensely concentrated in ourselves and in sharing the tangible experiences we were passing through, we forgot to photograph and photograph ourselves, to be within the moment instead of record it.
It’s dark when I move away from the place which hosted us, yet in my eyes there’s the lukewarm light of early afternoon that welcomed me at my arrival. Time almost seems to turn back upon itself, but when the point of contact is closer there, a swerve pushes the vision ahead… what am I doing of what I am?

Silenziose le pentole se ne stanno lì, accostate ai fornelloni e le bombole. Rivoli di liquido colorato attraversano i coperchi e smorzano la lucentezza dell’acciaio. Foglie cortecce radici ho messo via tutto, quando anche l’ultima luce del giorno ha messo via con sé i saluti e gli abbracci stretti, avvolti nel profumo delle nostre tinture. Il workshop è terminato.
Ripercorro i momenti, i dialoghi, gli sguardi e i gesti scambiati nei tre giorni trascorsi mentre riordino i miei molti materiali, anche loro pronti per tornare a casa. E non posso fare a meno di riconoscere quanto tutto questo mi corrisponda, come forse mai è stato prima… Proprio come voleva essere nei miei taciti intenti, il tempo insieme è stato denso di parole franche, limpido di occhi negli occhi, vibrante di abbracci cuore a cuore. Costantemente protese al paesaggio, l’attesa del risultato è scivolata via in un alito di vento. Al di là delle tecniche, abbiamo invece esplorato la natura e le molte chiavi simboliche di un processo, quello tintorio, con tutta la modestia di chi torna a riconoscersi parte di un sistema di relazioni infinitamente più vasto, incredibilmente più significante. Intensamente raccolte in noi stesse e nella condivisione delle esperienze tangibili che attraversavamo, abbiamo dimenticato di fotografare e fotografarci, per essere nel momento anziché documentarlo.
È buio quando mi allontano dal luogo che ci ha ospitate , eppure negli occhi ho la luce tiepida del primo pomeriggio che mi ha accolta all’arrivo. Il tempo sembra quasi tornare su se stesso, ma quando il punto di contatto è più vicino ecco, uno scarto spinge avanti la visione… cosa sto facendo di ciò che sono?

Landscape at La Ragola, Ostra

Landscape at La Ragola, Ostra

Landscape and cloth in dialogue

Landscape and cloth in dialogue

4 Comments

  1. I have been waiting for your post after.thinking much about your workshop this past weekend. Lovely photos and descriptions as always. will look forward to more. Un abbraccio forte cara Sheila..ed augur agli allievi!

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    • You know I always think of you while writing in English, wandering if you would suggest some better expression here and there! No more picts on the workshop from me, dear, it has been truly an intimate experience and I’m totally grateful for it, no glam poses or videos… know it’s not that clever on the marketing side but… that’s me!

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  2. It’s so beautifully put! I too have the feeling of beeing IN the moment, when absorbed in all the processes of dyeing. Recording the process pulls you out of that wonderful intense focus, doesn’t it?!🙂

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    • It really does! And, btw, when you put yourself back and de-tached in the position of who records having already in mind a destination, as a photo gallery, a blog post, a Facebook page or profile, whether you’re aware or not you’ve in mind also the people who will look at your stuff, and this will inevitably influence the way you do perceive and embrace the process you’re involved in… I do think we all have so many ‘out’ moments that it comes so precious and vital, sometimes, to totally stay ‘in’…

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