SECRET ALPHABET

We need to write things we do not understand – symbols from ancient civilization – feeling our brushes free and unconscious – without any intention to transmit a clear message to anyone – just sounds made of letters – for a few moments we can become bigger than ourselves – I want to paint uncompleted circles, not giving all the answers – not filling all the blanks – not everything down here needs a definitive sense – linearity is not a solution to everything – we love to walk in uncertain fields – assemble symbols instantly – create new words – we do not have to carry  all the past – all inventions – all discoveries – we can discover rules of our own world – we do not have to live in the same time than everyone – we are much more free than what we think.  Knowledge is always in movement like water in rivers – we can’t reproduce patterns – universe is not a static playground – universe is not scared to be transformed – and we are not afraid to be changed.

March 23, 2002, 1h30
Calle Cinco de Mayo, waiting for my friends.

Carlito Dalceggio


Fascination leads my days – staring at sea birds – staring at repetitive landscape – but always moving – transforming our eyes into rays of light, traces on the sand – velocity becomes a way to close our eyes – to make appear seven purple suns – our shadow under very full moon become temple for blind crabs – our destination is a state of mind – a capture of a different level of perception – a long afternoon, listening again and again in mantra the ravel bolero, ballerinas seashell whales coming at sunset to dance and play – like proud nomads – gypsies from the sea – they come in circles – palm tree leaves caress my dark skin – making appear at sunset erotic images from another lifetime – a lifetime that exists between two days of our existence.

Carlito Dalceggio, 2002


Phenomenal middle day suspension – we know why we are here – we know why we exist – we are traveling into beauty without resistance – we listen to the wind as promises of eternity – further lover – we are not waiting for answers anymore – we are floating into abstraction without fear – we do not need any references anymore – we exist because we breathe and we breathe because we want to live – the lines of time on our skin become rivers of gold.