A long alchemic process which begins from inside and is revealed, though expression and action. If we see death as the end it is something obscene, evil-smelling and undesirable, but if we consider it as a passage from one place to another,  and from one dimension to another, it takes on a different guise, a different value.

Search Find Gather Touch Manipulate Secure Purify Reorganize Transform….Trasf….Meta  morpho  sis…

Finality is born of the very process of the action following another. Art lies in preparation. Earth and sand, indispensable and vital elements. Sand – erosion – the transformation of time.

 Working with time, not only in the sense of hours, months, or year. Only winter, with its icy cold breath, can leave such a delicate light trace. Only summer can crack the earth with its power and might, parch and scorch it. The comes the water, flowing, sweeping, corroding, shifting, eroding, leaving transparent traces which reveal new designs, new patterns.

Stretched out under a not enveloping sun, her body felt embraced by the sand beneath. She looked at it, at first sight it was white. She took a handful and let it run through her fingers, sprinkling her stomach, a deep, hidden  shudder of pleasure ran through her body. Looking closely, she saw a

thousand many-coloured  grains of  sand, not just white ones. Sighing with joy she closed her eyes and plunged her hands into the surrounding warmth, imagining she was the wind, creating new and infinite patterns.

                                                                Elena Trissino dal Vello d’Oro