AL DIGIT ART

The abandoned mansion...

11/5/2016

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"Look that bed covered in dust, someone slept there...
and those bricks covered in leaves, someone walked there...
shy sunbeams were shining on that stairway, childrens played there.
The abandoned mansion was telling so many stories, cats were there listening..
among spiderwebs, rough wooden misaligned boards by the floor, reminding keys of a piano.. playng music and singing words, made of memories..
Those memories never deleted... life."
The visitor was walking and respecting every single corner of that place.
Rusty door handles were announcing every new room, new spaces..screeching..
He was feeling like he lived there, in another time, in another dimension...
And those spaces... he ran away, scared...
This was just the beginning.. of a story that won't be told... but just whispered.
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One of my turns...

9/28/2014

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Immagine

"Are you feeling ok?..."

"... Day after day, love turns gray
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum... "




Lyrics from "One of my turns" by Pink Floyd
Picture: "Oblivion" by Al Digit

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Inventing is discovering...

8/22/2014

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Immagine

Is told that primitive beings discovered existence of music hearing the whistling of wind through the cracks in the reeds of piles. That's why I argue that music is not an invention but rather a discovery.
It is said rhythm is something being part of our molecules, and that any balance in nature is based on a rhythm, harmony, chord... 
Chord, in italian, means agreement....
So, listen to music, make music, sing and be in peace with yourself and the world.

Yours

Ale

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The miracle of creativity

7/16/2014

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Immagine
Once upon a time, in a junk shop, a little music box, covered in dust, was not so noticed by anyone. This was so  sad.. the music box thought the reason of being ignored should be its top was missing of a beautiful dancer giving sense to the music. The box was really well done, it had beautiful decorations, a lovely mechanic clock visible once opened the cover... but its beautiful music couldn't be celebrated. Just on a rainy Sunday, in the silent empty shop, the sad feeling went so high, it was insufferable... a sound of gears started, it was metallic, it broke that crystallized silence.. there were some pieces of wood, and screws on the floor... a beautiful, mechanic dancer was twirling on a very beautiful music, all was released... the music box changed its shape, as the chrysalis turning in a butterfly, it was now able to fly... the whole shop was wrapped in magic.
This is the miracle of creativity... when you're not satisfied.. don't throw it... change it...and let it fly... a good content always comes out, be inspired!


yours.. Ale
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