La voce del silenzio
after the same had lost, it seemed forever, the expression of the voice, the oc-
and those of his corporeality.
It 'a female body proportioned, lying, naked, in its purity and simplicity, which
is fine, everything is "normal", but inside that body the spirit, the soul of the person is not
more of the same: an incident he raped her in a part of his physical being, but has not
private tenacity, energy, strength, unconditional acceptance, endurance.
And it is in silence that it lives and communicates.
That silence, so well known to me, in my bite of my bad that I wear tan-
ta suffering: both, so, we live our sick.
With clay, first, and then with plaster, and metal oxides, I immersed myself in a state of communication
I, of intimate relationship.
I modeled the material chosen, on the whole surface trying to determine the contor-
is no figure is the plot of the surfaces.
With the color I wanted to emphasize the suffering, which has more elasticity, without
of fluency.
It 'a "zest" of wood, hard and tough, which has vulnerabilities, and others almost impenetrable-
trabili, as hard as soft.
I tried to get into his heart with energy, with tact, discretion and not gene-
rare and not to leave wounds.
I looked at her and met with the heart discovering the friendship and trust, veiled by the
bark dark, defense and openness to those who can listen and live "in silence."
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