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It (2017)

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Jan Henrik Hansen - Mobile wood pavilion, Schwyz 2017. Via prix, photos © Roger Frei, the architects. 

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Dorte Mandrup - Wadden Sea Centre, Ribe 2017. Via divisare, photos © Aldo Amoretti.

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The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring 1/∞

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Although it looks like a panel painting, this object is actually the upper cover of an Unidentified Himalayan Manuscript that dates from 14th Century. The wooden cover has two distinct sides with a detailed painting of twelve dancing goddesses on one side, and gilded carvings on the other. Although we do not know from exactly where it came, it is likely that it was housed in a library like this one, in the main monastery of Gyantse Monastery, Tsang, Tibet.

The smooth, painted side of the manuscript cover with its delicate painting would actually face inwards, towards the manuscript’s pages. The fact that it was not exposed to the outside may be why the painting is in such good condition while the other, carved side that faces outwards has lost much of its paint and gilding.

In modern times, the smooth surface of the cover had been coated with a layer of wax-like material. This coating was thick in some areas, like areas of paint loss, and thinner in others. Because of its tacky texture the coating had attracted dust and fibers. Matte in some areas and shiny in others, the coating detracted from the intricate details of the composition.

The goal of the conservation treatment therefore, was to remove the dirty, uneven coating without affecting the paint layers. Two techniques helped determine how this could be done in a safe and even manner. First, a small sample was taken to create a cross section that could be analyzed under magnification in different types of light. This showed how many layers the painting was composed of and the coatings on top of them. Removing the topmost layer, the layer that looks clear/bluish in the UV photo micrograph, above the brighter white layer, was made the priority. 

This was the layer that had attracted the disfiguring dust and once removed with the a cotton swab it appears yellow/brown.

Next, once treatment had begun, an ultraviolet reflected photograph (UVR) was taken to show where this layer had been removed. 

In the UVR photograph, the remaining coating shows up darker and can be seen on the right side of the panel. This type of photography will help us to determine that the coating is removed evenly and completely.

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Al Signor Padre

Al Signor Padre vorrei dedicare questa mia purulenta visione: Corpi maceri, budella e sangue - che lui di cose ne ha viste e fatte - Al Signor Padre vorrei dedicare il silenzio del rimorso, l'ansia della perdita e l'inettitudine - singhiozzi. Al Signor Padre vorrei dedicare lo scorrere incessante del tempo per i nostri reni, il lenti deteriorarsi dei tessuti in necrosi, le punture e le gioie della morte. Così, in silenzio, vorrei che il signor padre riflettesse sull'urgenza di un'assenza, sul metafisico assuefarsi al nulla nella vana prospettiva di raccogliere i frutti di tante fatiche - Silenzio e Percosse - infruttuose, tanti amori perduti, tante sofferenze e tante lacrime - Sangue. Caro Signor Padre, Carissimo, sogno, memoria Disilluso ricordo Dolore e apatia, regalo - non so - Per te ho solo il vuoto, Il nulla cosmico da donarti, Perdonami l'ardire e la banalità, Perdonami la debolezza. Non ho siringhe di gioia, né soldi Ne amore ne odio; non ho pace, perdono o rabbia che possano cucire o strappare; ho insensatezza però - grazie a lei, sia chiaro - Che mi riempie la testa E la sua voce signor padre Che mi distrugge gli occhi I polmoni e le vertebre. Eh già Signor Padre, tuo figlio è Un derelitto, un Culo rotto, una persona non degna di nota - Ci deve essere fierezza nel suo animo per questo - L'unico pregio di tuo figlio, Signor Padre, è di essere una persona buona, almeno così dicono, e di cuore; ma quale farmaco per un animo ferito può essere questo? - Non so - Al Signor Padre vorrei dedicare il mio silenzio, le mie pene, il mio dolore, i miei fastidi, il mio tutto - Signor Padre che non perdona, che non condanna, che ha una prigione nel cuore e nella testa; chi sono io per giudicare? In fondo di padri io non ne potrò mai avere, voi di figli si

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Ashes.

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It’s me again (Death)