Secrets Traced in Graphite

Entering this project means crossing an invisible threshold. There are no signs, no doors: one suddenly finds oneself in a suspended, fragile, almost clandestine space. A place that lives between paper, graphite, pixels, and glowing screens. A diary of gestures, thoughts, and traces that normally should not leave an artist’s studio, yet here they are opened, offered, shared.

Beside Maestro Emanuele Dascanio, in silence and attentive listening, a network of marks emerges that is never just “art” but a process, a relationship, a shared breath. Graphite slides across the paper, fingers glide over the screen, and in this dual rhythm, analog and digital, a language forms that needs no words. Every stroke, every pixel, every reflection is part of a living dialogue, intertwining precision with intuition, matter with light.

The notebooks or rather, these Notebooks You Were Not Supposed to Read, are not mere sketchbooks. They are thresholds, membranes that allow glimpses of the unsaid. Between the pages accumulate layers of thin paper, swift notes, small diagrams, digital reflections that seem to breathe on the screen as if they were material. Everything appears in balance: what exists in the physical finds an echo in the digital, and vice versa.

The Maestro, at his wooden table, traces faces and eyes that are not mere portraits but spaces of memory and presence. I observe, intervene, annotate, not as an act of control, but as an interweaving of mutual trust, a harmony born from the smallest glances, the subtlest gestures. It is a slow and tenacious process, adding and subtracting, illuminating and fading, until graphite and pixels merge into a single breath.

This project is an invitation to enter a space that usually remains closed. It is the testimony of a unique, fragile yet real dialogue between physical and digital, between artist and curator, between secrecy and revelation. Turning these pages means hearing the soft sound of pencil on paper, sensing the click of fingers across the screen, feeling the silence that surrounds concentration. It is a quiet dance between matter and intuition, precision and freedom.

In a world burning with fever, where beauty seems superfluous, these notebooks insist otherwise: that even a trace of graphite can be a caress, that even trampled dust can be transformed into beauty, that a small gesture can contain immense energy.

These pages are, therefore, an act of poetic resistance. A suspension, yes, but also a promise.
Welcome to The Notebooks You Were Not Supposed to Read.

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— Charlotte Madeleine Castelli & Maestro Emanuele Dascanio

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