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killyridols · 8 months
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talking in bed by alessandro teoldi, 2023, terracotta, 22.5 × 21 × 20 centimeters
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geryone · 1 year
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Alessandro Teoldi
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llovelymoonn · 2 years
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somewhere, there's love
undo (1994) dir. shunji inwai (via @roserosette) \\ adonis celebrating childhood (tr. khaled mattawa) (via @metamorphesque) \\ alessandro teoldi \\ @icantremembersorry \\ ??
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canolaaoil · 2 years
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Are you the knife or are you the pad of butter?
1. Wishbone, Richard Silken. // 2. A Ghost in the Throat, Doireann Ní Ghríofa. // 3. Blood Relatives, Claude Chabrol. // 4. Circe, Madeleine Miller. // 5. Naturally, Tinashe. // 6. To Be or Not To Be, Oneus. // 7. ingydar, Adrianne Lenker. // 8. vulnerability, @achillics . // 9. Eat the Music, Kate Bush. // 10. Viasterna, Alessandro Teoldi. // 11. Stigmata: Escaping Texts, Helene Cixous. // 12. Pang, Caroline Polachek. // 13. growing up and saying goodbye, @angelwingspdf​ . // 14. body tracks, Ana Mendieta. // 15. Where it Begins, Erica Jong
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1. [Image Description: excerpt from a poem reading, “But we both know how it goes- I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.” end ID]
2. [Image Description: excerpt from a poem reading, “Love, your blood was spilling in cascades and I couldn’t wipe it away, couldn’t clean it up, no, no, my palms turned cups and oh, I gulped.” end ID]
3. [Image Description: a cropped, grainy, black and white movie poster, showing only the bottom corner. The poster shows the lower half of a person’s face, facing the viewer, and a hand in front of them, as if they are pressing on glass. Imposed in front of the person is a large chef’s knife, with blood spatter near the tip. In the lower left side of the poster is typeset reading, “BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD / the most intimate act is... murder!” end ID]
4. [Image Description: excerpt from a paragraph, reading, “He was another knife I could feel it. A different sort, but a knife still. I did not care. I thought: give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for.” end ID]
5. [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading “[Pre-Chorus 2] / Baby, I believe we’re meant to be / You see it too, I know / And if it was up to me, you’d never leave / I’ll make you comfortable, whoa” end ID]
6. [Image Description: a screen shot of a music video, showing a person’s open mouth. They are laying down and much of their face is not in the image, only their nose, mouth and chin. Their mouth is only slightly parted, with their upper teeth visable and on the left side of their mouth, the side closest to the viewer, are several drops of blood. The blood is not dripping, as if it has just hit their mouth moments ago. end ID]
7.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten /  Everything eats and is eaten” end ID]
8.  [Image Description: a poem, reading, “I am afraid of you. / in loving me / you hold a knife at my throat. / in loving you / I tell you exactly where to cut. / we are two against the world / yet I still do not trust your hand / in mine, / this is new / and I am terrified.” end ID]
9.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “ [Verse 1] / Split me open / With devotion / You put your hands in / And rip my heart out” end ID]
10.  [Image Description: an embroidered depiction of hands holding another hand. The background is a dark, blood red. From the right one pair of hands intertwines with another hand coming from the upper left corner. The hands are hand out of a beige material, and are sewn onto the background with white thread in a backstitch pattern. end ID]
11.  [Image Description: an excerpt of a paragraph, reading, “Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. / Sign my death with your teeth.” end ID]
12.  [Image Description: a screenshot of a lyrics page, reading, “[Verse 1] / There’s a look in your eyes when you’re hungry for me / It’s a beautiful knife cutting right where the fear should be / [Chorus] / Into me / Pang, and I go / Into you / Pang and you go / Into me / Pang, and I go / Into you / Pang and you go / Into me” end ID]
13.  [Image Description: a poem, reading, “growing up and saying goodbye: / i’m cleaning blood of my kitchen floor but all i can think about is how you looked as you waved goodbye and maybe if i’d replied a little faster or let you hold me in your arms the world would not have ended and i wouldn’t be sitting here with stained tile sinking into my skin. i love you. i love you. that is one thing i am sure of that is one thing i know above all else i just don’t know if i love you enough. sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me because everyone is always leaving and the cycle never chcanges and someone is always left behind. / maybe in some other version of the story we find out where we went wrong or maybe there is some version of the story where we never meet at all. growing up is hard. the world gets too big too fast and i’m not 5 years old anymore i’m where i never wanted to be in the first place. there’s an empty space without you here and i don’t want to close my eyes because i can’t keep seeing your face. i hope you’re well. i’m sorry growing up is so hard i’m sorry i didn’t hold your hand tight enough i’m sorry i let you slip away. i hope you find someone that stays and i hope that you’re okay.”  The poster of this post has underlined, “ sink your teeth into my wrist and scrape your fingers against my bone and tell me you still need me “ with red. end ID]
14.  [Image Description: three consecutive photographs in a line of a woman, with blood coating her arms, facing away from the viewer, pressing against a white wall. In the first image she is standing with her arms stretched above her head, hands pressed against the wall. in the second she sinks to her knees, keeping her hands pressed to the wall. in the third she sinks lower, drawing her hands closer together on the wall. As she sinks the blood on her arms makes red trails against the wall. None of the woman’s face is visible in any of the images. end ID]
15.  [Image Description: an excerpt from a poem, reading, “The corruption begins with the mouth, / the tongue, the wanting. / The first poem in the world / is I want to eat.” end ID]
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pikasus-artenews · 1 year
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Alessandro Teoldi: Variazioni Per le sue opere Alessandro Teoldi si procura meticolosamente una varietà di materiali facilmente accessibili, tra cui coperte aeree, pietre e cemento.
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theories-of · 2 years
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Alessandro Teoldi
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burnhamandtilly · 3 years
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alessandro teoldi / trigger by hayley williams
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Valentino Fall 2021 Couture
Photos by Filippo Fior / Gorunway.com
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newyorkarttours · 7 years
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Alessandro Teoldi at 11R
Using airplane inflight blankets, young Italian artist Alessandro Teoldi sews portraits that picture intimate touch. Here, Munch’s Scream comes to mind, though the hands on this face could easily belong not to the person pictured but to another, whose caressing fingers don’t block vision but allow it. (At 11R on the Lower East Side through August 4th). Alessandro Teoldi, Untitled (Airfrance, Delta, Northwest and Emirates), airline inflight blankets, framed, 14 x 11 inches, 2016.
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forestgreenlesbian · 3 years
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alessandro teoldi
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yanqings · 3 years
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— ON BEING ONE WITH YOUR LOVER
1. Mary Oliver, West Wind | 2. Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose The Time War | 3. Alessandro Teoldi | 4. Mahmoud Darwish, The Strangers’ Picnic | 5. Kuan Tao-Sheng, Married Love from Women Poets of China | 6. Mary Shelley, Frankenstein | 7. Plato, Symposium 
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sparechangeofheart · 2 years
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hanna
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gooodhuh · 2 years
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Alessandro Teoldi | Milton Avery
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jamiemclellan · 4 years
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Alessandro Teoldi
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barbarapicci · 6 years
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(via Mostre in Calendario [120] – 02/05/2018)
Cosa troverete: Anne e Patrick Poirier a Milano; Giovanni Cocco a Napoli; Miltos Manetas a Roma; Gianni D’Urso e Francesco Strabone a Lecce; Manuele Cerutti a Torino; Liliana Moro a Roma; la Biennale del Disegno a Rimini; Marion Baruch e Alessandro Teoldi a Milano; Tímea Oravecz a Roma; Andrej Tarkovskij a Firenze; l’Universo Futurista a San Lazzaro di Savena; Guendalina Salini a Roma; la storia della gallerista Maddalena Carioni Magliano a Saronno & more…
Clicca per vedere la lista: https://barbarapicci.com/2018/05/02/mostre-calendario-120/
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baileye · 5 years
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Fender Strat City. made in Japan in 1994. ‘57 reissue
+ alessandro teoldi 🌹
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