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Malia (signed)
Regular price £70.00 Sale price £35.00 Save 50%- As Laura Rodari describes it, in August 2012 she had this dream, but it was one of those rare dreams that distress the sleep and disturb the awaking even more so. Pivotal, magnetic, the kind of dream that she describes “opens up unrealised scenarios by releasing the demons”. And so it was. In October 2019 she went there. -
- ... In short, ‘Malia’ is enchantment, it’s charm, it’s the flickering of shadows hence it’s also the light source, it’s the glow, it’s the song that drowns the listener, it’s the power of seduction. It’s what’s left behind. It’s when it’s over... -
- ... Containing 90 monochrome photographs offset printed on heavy uncoated paper, (the) ‘Malìa’ begins in the morning and over an expanse of 180 pages, through the greys (ash to charcoal), the tones, the shadows, it closes at sunset, on top of the volcano. This Malìa... -
Edition of 191 numbered and signed copies.
The Gray Line
Regular price £75.00 Sale price £60.00 Save 20%THE GRAY LINE is Laura Rodari’s first book, ‘the work who came out of visceral feelings and melancholy’, as she would tell you. Laura whispers, sometimes. She does it to time, to thoughts, to the universe and to its inhabitants. The response is mutual, bodily gut-deep mutual. Landscapes bend under her eyes, faces crumble, time evolves in the opposite direction and its arrow moves continuously as the most unrest being. THE GRAY LINE is this place in between past present and future, barely visible, an acknowledgment of absolute solitude. Both the origin and the end, along with light, beauty, joy and death. Nowhere life is more viscerally needed.
the womb is frail, the distance ephemeral, the consumption of a latent promise, the fog, the sentimental no, the agreement of death, the key to the senses
the lack of language, hers, after her.
the womb is frail when empty, the presence ethereal, time produces quakes on the shroud of eternity, the thickness, the density, nearly here never again
men and women walking, the darkness they bear, beating the glimpsed years ahead until they are, you Mother, the dim and the faint, flowers in your garden smell, they died and they bloomed again, they die and they bloom always.
Slipcased edition of 300 handmade copies. 61 images of which 24 torn and tipped in.
Final few copies with faint bump to slipcase (see example image)