Fede's bad reputation- He had a bad reputation left over from a difficult and dissipated time in his life, things that had gone down years before. The Ladies of San Giorgio would speak of him in dark tones of disapprobation- Federico the Communist, the Druggie, the Anarchist, the Loner.

The recitation- Some of his old friends called him "Il Lupo Grigio", "The Grey Wolf," and I know he liked the name. But Lawren and I never called him that- to us, he was always "Fede."

The Crumpled Page in the center of Verona.

Before night fell in the old cortile.

Watching the Live Comic.

The band- The Great Francesco Casale on drums, Davide and Andrea.
 

Another View.

The Main House.

The building we showed in, along with Alpine Gothic.

Assembling the formelle (tiles). 
 

Cropped and un-cropped formelle (we made 200 of them). 

Assembling the Page. It was four meters by five in the end.

I claim this Spring, Spring of 2011, for my dear friend Federico. This Spring will be for him.
Every birdsong; every tender bud; every soft breeze blowing through evenings newly green;
To Federico, I would like to dedicate the daylight hours; the smell of warm concrete in the 
rain; the constellations of Taurus and Cancer; the holy pine with its healing shade, unbowed 
by the press of Winter. Be well Fede- the Spring and I, we need you….. 

Cut paper and ink | 2008/2009