C'è is a fanzine about unawareness, with an image research of archival photography accompanied by scans of a thread that emphasize the feeling. The images reflect that sensation of being paralized in a specific emotional situation.
It’s there.
I don’t look at it.
It weighs heavier,
it’s still there.
It’s so easy to ignore discomfort. We avoid certain dynamics, and to do so we suppress thoughts and emotions hoping to escape them—and then, when we return to being present, they’re still there, stuck to us. We can’t name them; we shy away from the words that could save us. We’d like them to have dissolved over time, but they remain, changing shape. We don’t even recognize them; they adapt to us with dangerous familiarity, follow us, suffocate us, and, once again, we lose ourselves in silence. We’re so resistant to change that we hold on to chains that drag us down. Perhaps we’re drowning, but we prefer that to swimming.
We delude ourselves into thinking that while we’ve turned our backs, a miraculous order will reveal itself before us—a fabric spread out in the likeness of what we’ve left behind.
Change shakes us, and so we mask ourselves in a paralyzed web of apparent stability. Neither forward nor backward. The discomfort of remaining in that uncomfortable moment would lead us to overcome it. It’s scary to discover ourselves beyond that discomfort; it’s less scary to remain tangled in familiar knots. It must choke us—only then will there be breath. What’s the point of deluding ourselves that walking away will put us on the right path? And then we return, thinking they’re no longer there, and in our cowardice toward ourselves, we lead a daily life made of burdens. But it’s still there, and it won’t dissolve on its own.
Words, expressions, and support save us. The inner appreciation of what is there—but which we do not wish to reveal—leads us to listen. It is not about shouting, but about revealing and listening to revelations—to lighten the burden, to unmask, to dissolve, and to revolutionize.
14x14,8- printed on Takeo Paper/vent nuveau white 120g
The Holy bible is a fanzine about holiness, seen from a different point of view:
Needless to say, this little book is not a sacred text
and certainly not a Bible—neither in size nor in the cover, or in content.
But tell me, what’s more sacred that childhood? Being able to shape a reality is sacred and it is even more sacred to be able to shape a reality of which one is not fully aware.
Marveling at the world leads to elevation, leads to leaping toward a naive and authentic intensity that knows no masks or appearances and is the voice of intimacy:
an involuntary and unmediated gesture.
The absence of childlike awareness leads to the absurd, just as it does to the sacred, as children’s drawings demonstrate.
Everything is fertile, everything is possible, because perception comes from within.
Animals without souls, therefore not be de de, wide-open, strange roads... Now tell me, what is more sacred than the potential of the authentic, what is closer to
paradise than a child?
Piccola dose di felicità: a fanzine presenting a collection of sugar packets in its own unique way.
What if we had the chance to send some sweetness?
“A Little Dose of Happiness” is a fanzine featuring a collection of sugar packets of various sizes;
collected in the 1980s and 1990s in and around Pesaro.
Various formats are included in a single envelope containing a fold-out booklet, a small booklet, scans, and stickers to showcase a variety of graphics that tell the story of the product and the region.
