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Little song
Metamorphosis Cycle
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Little song led me to confront my loneliness as a man. Metamorphosis goes through a state of consciousness, the human condition.
To stop is necessary, to think is fundamental to my continuing, to understand that nothingness is everything and that each fragment of this work spent with myself, tells…
Loneliness is in my life, it is a component that lives with my breath, but I have not always been able to speak to it. I have done so now, thanks to this passage, the physical change from the past, a new place where I can lock myself away, where I can hide, where I can listen to the sound of scent. The previous state of forgetfulness of oblivion has now given way to a world of memories, like a sudden landslide. I am still there, in a small room, waiting. Outside time passes, seasons pass, people pass. Umbrellas fly in the courtyard of stillness. I wrote long ago, “the metamorphosis we seek is in the path we are on. We fall, in the depths, in the darkness, in the cave of life, and from there, we smell change, our metamorphosis.”
Man’s personal solitude with time, with space, with the things that surround us and change.
AUTHOR – GIUSEPPE IMPREZZABILE
“I have always used for my work and in my studies, the word research, because it is in daily research that the life of a nose finds its meaning, its goal.
Today, in this modern era where we can have so many technologies in our support, I realize with happiness that only one thing still really matters: olfactory sensitivity.
Olfactory sensibility is what distinguishes my creations from those of another, it is the ground on which I have built my work today, it is something material and ethereal at the same time: material because it is made of experience in choosing the best raw materials and building the perfect accord: exercise, study and method; ethereal because it is the life of each of us that is told differently, in my case through travel, poetry, nature, music, art. Ethereal ties that finally lead to perfume something I call the olfactory memory of life. An end point, where an alchemical balance is reached between the material part of this work that is chemistry and the poetry of life, which is its spiritual component.”
