Sculptures

My forms ferment!
In this moment they are maybe squeezed, lifted, started like crystals, shattered.
More and more I reduce matter to molecules, withoutrules, without knowledge,
for a correspondence that, invisible, makes me belong to everything.
Now I am recomposing the definite fragments in this moment from words. I use them like dreams use things before they exist.
I fear rules, my memory is neutralized it works at a frequency that makes matter visible without rules without knowledge.
This matter that composes itself,because it feels
its same help,
its same suggestion
Is it already true or hasn’t it happened yet?
And to feel matter
with your ears and eyes
with the electricity of your body
(I am talking of electricity....all my primitiveness has already fallen)
I want to see things
I wish, immersed together with them
In this fluid
solid(the sculpture glides and it is firm, it is on a pedestal and immersed in me)
Luigi , I am talking of a liquid
the liquid sensation
where everything floats and everything sinks, where the forces,
the directions
are waiting for a metamorphosis
your body sinks to swim up again
to later melt and become liquid
Life is guarded in liquid
FATHER and MOTHER
Form of liquid
my work swims in its form