Luisa Rota Sperti - Piccola leggenda di Serpedrago e Sasso Cavallo - Little legend of Serpedrago and Sasso Cavallo (Sass Caval)

LUISA ROTA SPERTI

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Piccola leggenda di Serpedrago e Sasso Cavallo

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.... From Piccola leggenda di Serpedrago e Sass Cavall (Little legend of Serpedrago and Sasso Cavallo)......

Prologue

It happened that during the winter of 2004 I, from my little house under the Medale, came to live here and, with new eyes (still I knew it), started looking up to the Cavallo, and beyond.
In this book, all that I had seen, heard and dreamt for a long, very long year; and beyond. Contemplating the Cavallo, passing over the Cavallo, going free, and perhaps happy. Creating, remembering and testifying, in this magic scenario . With a deeper and various company that, more or less aware entered this history. Acting and telling, acting themselves and telling themselves; thanks to all (us).

Luisa Rota Sperti, Somana di Mandello in the month of June 2006.

Voice outside
Begins with a coloured courtship to the Sasso Cavallo through the hours of the day and the first seasons; especially in the evening, especially in this false spring.

especially in the evening
especially in this false spring

Until the hay day, the day of the wind where from the approaching it starts the history on plates (rough sholler as rough are the subjects...) accompanied by my drawn notes, between the valleys, in the shelters rifugi... and then by words.

With the end of winter, before the swallows arrive then, every sunset the crows do come; two together, always. I follow them with my eyes but only by closing I can hear well what they must say. All is happening over there, or it has happened in the past. It is to happen... I have all the scenario in front, from the pass of the Val Mala to the Elisa, until the Sasso... it is a great privilege...

First voice
... Look, look, all mountains have a magic spell, they capture you in this way, and one cannot avoid to be put in a trap... The fog snake creeps from the lake, she arrives soft soft, look how she rises per own small crests. She still have crept, stomach on the earth, between her mountains and she goes back; when she goes down she melts, she doesn't like water and she scatters, water sucks her inside, she loves the hot rocks...

Second voice
Look you now, he arrives from the plans above, rises and descends for unknown valleys and solitary paths, between rocks and stones still forgotten, descends and it is not dawn, the nice Cavallo sleeps... but look better, caressing the grass from the damned pass the curly sheep suddenly fall asleep, it is the spell in the air, but the master sheep is still nibbling, a chief must be alert.

First voice
Look at the Cavallo. At night it is bridled by the moon, but it rears up at sunset... yes yes and the Coalmen move and is a good thing , when it gets dark it comes off its cage of rocks and kicks, always more raged...

Second voice
... but so it will make roll all the eggs, again and again and she must search and search, until time will end.

First voice
What are you saying? Each mountain has its spell, let me tell this... We are still darting inside history.......................

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Voice outside
I am passing by and there isn't the small mountain of sand in the alley. The rocky bench is very clean. The water of this terrible August washes and rewashes it as naked rock. The house is shut. FEnded the third plate: it is all eyes and rock. Those eyes, that I traced gloomy and alert, from the easel follow me everywhere. I made two identical "Cavalli": crow's flight and "Way". The other is coloured with little Elisa.
(for him?) The first and "true painting", all eyes and rock.
He comes from the bottom and melts with the Mountain. Hours and hours to slowly putting (little gray shadows).September come.the month of melancholies.and all those paintings to bring up and down from Belluno. Alpinists everywhere in October, and the wind, the wind that cries from the rocks, the wind that rips from the walls, Buzzati's wind, Preuss' wind. still blows on the fourth cardboard.

Piccola leggenda di Serpedrago e Sasso Cavallo (Little legend of Serpedrago and Sasso Cavallo):

6 plates RACCONTO LEGGENDA medium and big format
Graphic and painted sketches approaching the Sasso Cavallo
1 notebook for paths (notes drawn on mountains and in the valleys)

The introduction of this work has been written for Luisa by Reinhold Messner at the Museo nelle Nuvole
This work contains also texts of: Marco Anghileri, Alberto Benini, Giancarlo Mauri, Silvia Metzeltin and Carlo Caccia (www.intotherocks.splinder.com).