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Tipografia a Roma

I’m counting down my last few days here in Rome so I decided to take to the streets and capture as much of the fantastic typography as possible. The quality and consistency of signage in the Roman streetscape is astounding. Signage isn’t quickly replaced here, the way it is in NYC. Every other street in central Rome has superb examples of many decades (or centuries) of type, happily in use and still getting the job done. Inscriptions aside, the type isn’t always as refined you might find up north, but even at its quirkiest, Roman typography seems to retain an elegance, a generosity, an expressiveness that reflects the spirit of the city.

Coming back to NYC’s generic mess of insta-graphics and plastic awning wraps is going to completely depress me.

Flickr set “Typography in Rome.”

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A roman reliquary.

When using the memory palace, one needs only to remember the symbols, after which the encoded information becomes unlocked like the chirograph which connects to its counterpart.

What remains when something is forgotten? The burial of a saint, the planning of a city, the moment captured within a photograph — each leaves traces. Bones, language, pixels. Untouchable relics. Structural artifacts that can be recombined and reused to conjure new meaning. In the tracing of a memory we change it and we’re released from the original image — we inscribe our own story. That’s what I’ve been investigating in Rome for six weeks and Memory palace is the result. It documents my work but it also stands separate from my process — it’s a container of artifacts for creating new images, for suggesting new stories. A meditative device, like a book of hours. It marks the end of my time in Rome but it’s very much a beginning. A presto!

Full description on the Memory palace project page.

Many more images of Memory palace on Flickr. And a PDF (3.4MB) of the entire book.

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Memory palace

My last week in the roman studio. This means that whatever it is I’m producing has to take shape soon. I know I resisted the urge to create more books when I first got here, and I went far off in other directions. That’s all good, because eventually I got back to where I need to be. I needed to make those things, which are really not my language, so I could return to the familiar and rediscover it.

So here’s my language — right now, this work is manifesting itself into a book. I want to finish it by Friday and look at it two ways — flattened out on the wall and as an object. I’m seeing the book as a container for memories (my past, Rome’s) — a non-space to store objects, associations and meaning. A memory palace to contain the artifacts: desire lines, relics and maps. It’s like a reliquary, housing both the remains of lost memory (clues to past experiences) as well as new material.

Recently I was trying to describe the feeling of disorientation I’ve experienced here in Rome, my struggle to feel fully connected to the past, present and future cities that exist simultaneously in this place. I’ve felt it profoundly and deeply throughout this trip and I think my work has been created out of this “feeling of derealization.” A friend here suggested that maybe I was trying too hard. I don’t think so; rather, I think it may be

“a disturbance of memory…which takes place in unconscious cities which suddenly displace the obtuse force of real cities. These two kinds of cities cannot be securely distinguished or neatly integrated, because each exists in relationship to the other. One’s experience of a city is, in other words, haunted by an unconscious counterpart: the (Rome) one has imagined, dreamed about, and planned to visit cannot be left at home. It comes along and constantly interferes with — and so organizes — the traveler’s experience. A distinct stratification separates unconscious expectations and associations, the scattered experiences of the city, and the memories that we will continue to revise for ourselves and others. Thus, when one visits (Rome) for the first time, disappointment or familiarity is inevitable, and even more severe feelings of déjà vu indicate a powerful confirmation of a long-held, unconscious idea. Such feelings could be compared to encountering a ghost — of oneself and of a city. In such moments of disorientation, one suddenly finds oneself on the streets of an unconscious city.”

“Unconscious Cities,” from The Persistence of Memory: Organism, Myth, Text (Philip Kuberski)

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Acheiropoieta

Day 32. Three desire lines showing me three ways to explore the city. Each line of inquiry generates images, icons and relics. I’m using them to build a new language — linked associations that conjure meaning and feeling.

I see these images (Chain, Drain and Name) as plans (or maps) for a new memory palace. Reliquaries of meaning (“do this in memory of me”). I’ve placed icons and relics within each. It’s all pretty literal: resurrected photographs (12 million pixels down-sampled to 12 and then regenerated at 12,000) are a backdrop of impossible meaning for the placement of objects. The end images are a kind of acheiropoieta, a spontaneous appearance, ‘not handmade’ (anti-paintings). Trying to create a language here, a form-generating methodology I could use to build memory palaces anywhere.

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A 12 million-page book.

All the hope and promise of producing something beautiful fuels me along and then collapses once I’ve made it. It’s exhausting and disappointing (I’m talking about creative process only here). Maybe it points to some kind of essential conflict — the impossibility of communicating pure experience and feeling.

I’ve had terrible difficulty locating myself in this place. A place that presents overwhelming evidence of meaning, value, history, relevance. Moments of connection (to the past, to other, unknowable times) are everywhere in Rome. There’s no escaping the past here. And yet I struggle to find myself — it’s the entanglement problem. What I’m left with are pictures documenting lines of inquiry. Nothing more, nothing less.

Do the images hold any value? They help me understand the structure of the place. Maybe they give me some control over my position, locating myself by tracing paths. I make sense of myself in the place by finding lines — structural guides that resonate and conjure meaning. I’ll call them desire lines.

  • Tracing the neighborhood lines of 1744 (boundaries)
  • Tracing the Tevere river, a geographical line (a cut)
  • Tracing the St Peter story line (a story)

What do these desire lines have in common? Each one presents a tension — the crazy friction when time, geography and story rub up against each other. They don’t relate, except in how they’ve helped me understand Rome.

If I could say I’ve found anything in Rome as an artist/thinker/whatever, it’s these three concepts (entanglement, relic, anamnesis). S suggests I put everything into categories. So all morning I’ve been thinking about relic.

Ex indumentis (“from the clothing”) — second class relics of saints or blessed individuals. A cut-up piece of clothing worn by the saint. An intangible, supernatural idea that affects the object. Access to an uncanny, mysterious power (through faith only). Meaning is invested into a part, as a way to remember the origin. The essential story is carried within every piece.

For the faithful, the logic should carry through to anything meaningful, regardless of what it is. So, an idea:

Book as reliquary

Cut up one of my images into pieces. An image that has meaning for me, something that I struggle to explain (like the 3,000 x 4,000 pixel St. Peter’s image, above). Each piece becomes a new image, a relic that carries over the meaning of the original. How many pieces? Maybe the pixel is the smallest piece. So from that — create a 12 million-page book, each page filled with the color of a single pixel. Inspiration. Pixels as relics of an original view, a fragment of an unknowable moment. Solid color as the carrier of pure meaning. For the faithful, the book becomes a reliquary of meaning. A reliquary of lost meaning (the impossibility of accessing anything through a photograph — be it the saint, the basilica, the old man’s bones beneath the floor of the basilica, the importance of this place to Rome, to faith, etc.) and an explosion of new meaning (color, story and experiential documentation). I love this.

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Divieto 2

Question for the internet: let’s say I want to turn this into a working font. Right now these are vector shapes in Illustrator. Obviously I’ll add punctuation, numerals, etc. Then what? I’ve never done this before.

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Entanglement

An impossible drawing

Things I’ve been thinking about:

Entanglement. Two things are related but their meaning is unknown — they exist in a free-floating state. Meaning slides between states — in fact, the two things exist in a kind of simultaneity. But as soon as one meaning is fixed (as it’s observed), the other also becomes fixed, even if it isn’t observed. The dual states collapse and the linked relationship is determined.

The relic. Assignment of power and meaning based on nothing but story. Fabricated meaning. Investing meaning in a “thing” and creating aura out of nothing. Needing to see (or touch) something out of reach as a way to access pure meaning (faith). The religious relic is really a fetish, isn’t it? Putting the flesh and bodily fluid (of Christ) into your mouth. What kind of repressed desire hides behind this?

Anamnesis. Remembering something that was previously known, but forgotten. A kind of meaning that the soul recognizes from previous knowledge. At the last supper: “Do this in memory of me.”

For me, these three concepts tell the story of this place. They set the stage for conjuring meaning in Rome.

Today’s question: what to make? I’ve created a lot of images here, lots of thinking, words, ideas. Related to Rome, but expanding outward. What “thing” do I make from them? The images alone don’t suffice — they’re sort of floating between states. They’re like symbols or diagrams of ideas, and until they turn into something (paintings, objects) their flatness denies them power. One suggestion is to use one or two powerful images to tell a story (like Freud, Moses and the chains — that would be a great one). A severe edit.

Another approach would be to do the opposite: use every single artifact as evidence of an investigation and assemble everything into a gigantic collection. Leave nothing out. Turn every piece into a whole — a giant book of investigation. With the hope that an all-inclusive book of images and words would resonate on its own, without explanation.

Very different approaches. Whatever I do, I have to do it here in Rome, before I leave.

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Rioni study

A study of the names and symbols of the original rioni (regions), the 14 ancient neighborhoods that form the core of Rome.

Some of the 220 marble plaques installed by Pope Benedict XIV in 1744 are still to be found at the borders between the 14 districts — one from each is documented. The names are still in use and meaningful (Trastevere, Monti, Ponte, etc.) — the symbols less so. Marking an edge, each name and picture and number draw invisible lines through the city and point us to a specific moment, a need to establish meaning and place, boundaries and local character.

I’m interested in the faded pictograms, mostly rubbed out of the old marble, disappearing into history against a different backdrop. The texture of the place barely holds the images anymore. Taken as a new collection they link us to unknown, irrelevant stories, speaking a kind of half-discovered language that sits in the street and cues us to a ghost city. A place that both exists and no longer exists. I considered re-drawing the symbols but the pure verbal language, in a 3-way translation (image to word, Italian to English, and then to typography), resonates against the modern city texture in a totally unexpected way. And it signals a fourth translation too: past to present. Some kind of poetry is floating in front of me here, new words and images like titles to a film that will never exist.

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Divieto

I haven’t focused on typography here, but at some point in the next three weeks I think I’ll want to work with a typeface. So far, I’ve been doing fine with old-school handwriting.

Because my set-up is less familiar now (less agency, more beaux-arts), I’m forced into pre-digital processes again, and I’m loving it. Lettering, tracing, sketching, painting, scribbling, gathering, taping, pinning. Reminds me of how I used to work ages ago and how glued to the computer screen I’ve become during the last 15 years.

But back to the computer: I’d like to work with a single typeface, something that comes out of this place, this project. If only to see how a word resonates with an image. I quickly tried a few faces (things I already have) and nothing was right, so I’m creating something. A typeface based on the “DIVIETO D’AFFISSIONE” letterforms in this gorgeous old plaque. These “posting ban” signs are all over Rome and most of them are vintage, so I’m guessing this is late 19th century or very early 20th?

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