Letter To Judge Restitution

Suspended between heaven and earth - between dialogue and narration Maria Lai

Suspended between heaven and earth - between dialogue and narration Maria Lai
Barbara Della Polla and Ennio Guerrato

There are encounters that leave us wonder . As a work of art.
you make yourself.
Like a fairy tale.

Some 'years ago in the grip of "wire stories, metaphorical and real textures to those that women hold for ages, I walked in search of this" small "big artist who Lai called Mary. so I left with a notebook of notes, an address, a destination in the mountains dell'Olgiastra. I came back several times as if to quench the thirst that I carry inside.
When you go to a place everything seems more familiar, recognition signals, the stones, the faces and turn angle is not what it's like sconsciuta already waiting for you all. Even the kids sitting on the wall you please say hello. And the vineyard is not unknown and waiting for you. Recognize the yellow leaves and red soil, the less gray concrete walls. cross the threshold and you accept the sincere look of Helen, the embrace of Tonino and smile to Julia and Maximilian you do not recognize. The Youth looks away and fly to the past to the future.
rains.
And the stone becomes black.

I borrow a story, a country linked to the mountain, like all my childhood.
Mine is not a blue ribbon but almost everything in black and white as writing.
I always thought that there are threads that unite them.
unites people, countries, facts and events. I imbattutta as often happens in paths already traveled by others and with shock and surprise to find harmonies and rhythms that suited to my being, to my way of communicating to the world, with the world. This is also a journey just started, I do not know where to take sketchy. For the moment it is a notebook, a notebook of short trip. Suspended between heaven and earth.
This weaving of wire is nothing but a history of weak ties can be easily traced back to the essence of life.

The Tales of Mary is not a story in pictures but they are fairy tales invented
invent new stories with pictures. Fairy tales are the rediscovery of childhood as a state of mind, frame of mind, the curiosity to look at things in the world with the curiosity of a child.

I borrow a phrase from Mary
to tell maria maria
stone
clouds
maria maria maria strong ground wire

maria maria air

rhythm and silence
I never

liked the name Mary, but I also call
so

despite all I take
Barbara