I just arrived from Leoncavallo where the fourth edition of Letterpress workers was held with not enough time to digest the experience but with the need to write this few words. I have the need to thank, as soon as possible, the experience, the learning, the intensity, the talent and generosity that filled the amazing space in Milan. /// I am trying to organize, summarize, find an approach in order to synthesize the experience and I realize that it is not going to be possible. I am assuming my state of shock and I realize that a slow decompression will be necessary. So I stopped even trying. This time I won’t be able to write about this experience. A few indications will be enough (I hope).
Leoncavallo, is a space that progressively invades us. With no doubt, it was one of the leading roles of the event. It is a space with a lot of history in which its density can be sensed in the environment. Each moment is light and obsessive at the same time…
The smell of ink is perceived as one approaches the large workroom. Long working days, breaks (few) and amusement at the end of the day’s journey where all comes together, Intensity, density….everything goes fast and slow at the same time.
I hardly understand their conversations, but the working and living environment is wonderful. The generosity of the participants with special mention to the Nove Punty collective organizers is priceless.
This year, a common subject – in this edition the popular music – and teams of 3 or 4 members that will design, assemble and print fifty copies of their project so each participant can have a complete collection.
The context in which coexistence and long working days will be intense, it is not going to be easy with my very poor level of English, but I walk away from my comfort zone (an aspect which I learned some things during these days). I must cope with a Danish, an Argentine and an English whom I haven’t seen in my life…a great team!
Argentina footprint became noticeable in our group with the choice of the theme: an interpretation of the bolero “The Clock” by Roberto Cantoral … but that will be another story……
Finally a great deal of feelings that will settle gradually by the time. Maybe from the distance, while resting, one may be able to express in a more ordered and synthetic way the experiences of those days… but maybe is better not to do it… maybe is enough a meant grazie ragazzi, arrivederci al prossimo anno!